Fixing Blue Balls (Aniyah, Ashley, Isabella)

“Josh is starting to get pretty annoying,” Aniyah sighed. This was something that she would not have admitted to most people. After all, all of her college friends thought that Aniyah was lucky that a mere freshman had attracted the attention of the muscular star of men’s basketball team. Aniyah had to admit that she like the attention that this gave her on campus, but she was also annoyed that more people seemed to know her for dating a member of the guys’ team than for her own impressive performance on the court for the women’s team. But there was something else too. Something that she would only admit to her best friends, Ashley and Isabella, as they sprawled casually on the floor of Ashley’s room, catching up with each other on their first weekend together since they had started college. 

“He’s still begging you for sex?” Ashley asked with a hint of envy. 

“Yeah,” Aniyah said with the trace of a smile, “It’s cute how excited he gets, but it also gets annoying when he won’t shut up about it. He says I’m giving him blue balls.” 

 “Blue balls!” Isabella snorted, “That’s just something guys made up to try to get us to let them cum!” 

“No,” exclaimed Ashley, who had recently become something of an expert on male anatomy, “it actually has a basis in physiology! When guys get hard and can’t cum, all that blood rushes in and doesn’t circulate out and it hurts their nuts! Everything contracts down there, and if you don’t give them a chance to cum, they stay super sore and tender!” 

“Really??” Isabella squealed, “That is too funny!” 

“Yep,” Ashley nodded, “You don’t even have to try that hard, it’s just how guys are designed!” 

The girls burst out laughing. In the last year, ever since they learned exactly how much power they could have over a guy by targeting his nuts, they had kicked most of the guys they knew at least once. To their surprise, the result was that those guys treated them with much more respect. The idea that they could cause pain just by turning a guy on made them all bristle with excitement. 

“Well,” laughed Aniyah, “I think I do make Josh a little sore when we hang out, but honestly, he doesn’t need to be that annoying about it!” 

“If he’s really annoying you,” Isabella said sympathetically “maybe you should ask your mom to fix him.” 

She made a snipping motion with her fingers that made the girls smile, but they all knew that it wasn’t just a joke. Last year, Aniyah’s mom, a veterinarian, had helped the girls fix Ashley’s brother, Ryan. To their surprise, all of their mothers (even Ashley and Ryan’s mom!) had supported the idea and showed the girls how neutering a guy can be not only useful in correcting his behavior but also fun. 

 “It sure made Ryan less annoying!” Ashley said, thinking about how her brother, despite being clearly depressed since losing his balls had also lost all of his arrogance and now treated her and her friends with kindness and respect. 

“Speaking of which,” Isabella chimed in, “You haven’t had him get us any snacks yet today.” 

Ashley knew that her friends enjoyed seeing her brother, who used to endlessly torment them, submissively fetch things for them. 

Part of the change in Ryan was physical; the local pharmacist was the mother of Ryan’s ex-girlfriend and had happily agreed to Ryan’s mom’s request that Ryan actually get a much lower dose of replacement hormones than he was prescribed. As a result, not only was he less aggressive but (Ashley learned by overhearing the two women talk) he couldn’t even get hard. 

Most of the change was mental though. You could tell by the way that Ryan looked at the floor instead of making eye contact with them that his sense of self-worth was gone. They had broken him for sure, but they had broken him in a wonderful way that made him see himself as inferior to them. He was now a perfect brother, respectful and concerned with Ashley’s happiness. He had dropped out of college himself, so he was always around when she needed something. 

“Ryan!” she yelled, “get us some snacks!” 

“Oh, uh, ok,” came his hesitant voice from downstairs, “What do you want?” 

“Do you have any nuts?” Isabella shouted and then convulsed into a giggling fit as Aniyah hit her with a pillow. The girls weren’t supposed to let on that they knew that Ryan was fixed and certainly not that they had watched in amazement as Aniyah’s mom had sniped both of his balls from his defenseless, anesthetized body. But, as frequently as Isabella made not-so-subtle jokes like this, they assumed he had to suspect that they knew. 

“Bring us some mixed nuts, a bag of cheese balls, and three Cokes” Ashley called down. 

“Ok,” Ryan called, and the girls heard him dutifully head to the kitchen. 

“Here hide these behind that pillow for a sec,” Ashley said, picking up a small jar from her vanity and tossing it to Isabella. 

She kept the jar containing Ryan’s severed balls on display most of the time, especially when Isabella and Aniyah were over, as an inspiring reminder of what they had accomplished. But she took her mom’s advice not to let Ryan see them yet, not while he still might feel resentful if he found out that she and her friends were the ones responsible for having them removed. 

Isabella caught the jar and stared at the orbs. They looked so small and useless, just as they had when Aniyah’s mom had dropped them into the jar. She was still amazed at how much it had devasted Ryan to wake up without them and what a difference it made to his personality. As she slid the jar under the pillow on her lap, her hand brushed against her thigh, and she felt the small, pleasurable tingle between her legs that she had been feeling increasingly often when she thought about what had happened to Ryan and what she wanted to do to other guys. 

Isabella’s pleasant thoughts were interrupted by the light tap on the door. Since he became a eunuch, Ryan had suddenly become much more conscientious about respecting Ashley’s space. He probably didn’t want to do anything that might start an argument with her. About a week after his castration, Ashley had deliberately picked a fight with him as an excuse to kick him where is balls should have been. Because she pretended not to know he was a eunuch and he really didn’t know that his ball were, at that every moment, on her vanity, they had both pretended she’d hit his nuts. She apologized and feigned concern, laughing inside, while he faked it, clutching non-existent balls and crying from sadness, not pain. After that, Ryan had gone out of his way to keep Ashley happy, worried that if she got mad again she might accidently discover his shameful secret. 

Once Ashley said that he could come in, he carefully opened the door and carried in a try with carefully arranged snacks. He had remembered to pour the Cokes over exactly the amount of ice that each girl liked, and he gingerly handed each of them out. 

Isabella scooped up a handful of mixed nuts and exclaimed blissfully “mmmm, I love having nuts!” 

Ryan blushed and darted his eyes quickly from her to Aniyah, who (unfortunately for him) was in the middle of slowly gnashing a cheese ball to powder between her teeth. 

As he looked down and hurried out the door, the girls all broke into giggles. 

“Come on!” Isabella urged Aniyah as their giggles subsided, “Wouldn’t you have more fun with Josh if he was like Ryan? Plus, you could get your own little trophy!” 

Aniyah looked at the jar Isabella was now turning between her fingers and said, “Hmm, yeah, maybe I will talk with my mom!” 

\~\~ 

Aniyah’s mother knew that a mother-daughter talk about the possibility of neutering a boyfriend could have long-lasting repercussions. She was glad that Aniyah was comfortable talking with her and wanted to make sure that Aniyah thought about the pros and cons seriously. She didn’t want Aniyah to regret whatever decision she made. 

“Castrating a guy can be fun and really empowering,” she said somberly, “But you really want to think about what kind of relationship you want to have with him after. If it’s a guy you aren’t going to see again, it’s no big deal. I mean it will change his life forever, but you don’t need to worry about that. You’re too young to think about getting married or having kids or any of that now, but just know, if you snip him, he won’t be able to give you or anyone else kids, ever. Once he’s castrated, he might not feel the same way about you as he does now. If you want him to be a boyfriend or eunuch slave or whatever, that might work out or it might not. You never know exactly how they’re going to adjust once you take their nuts.”  

Aniyah thought about this deeply before she finally replied, “I understand. I’m not sure exactly what I’ll want later, but right now, I definitely want you to cut off Josh’s balls.” 

Dr. Jackson smiled, proud of the serious, thoughtful woman that her girl had grown into. “Well,” she said, “It probably won’t be me performing the operation this time. I’ll have to plan with the other women in the group, but I suspect you’ll need to talk to Ms. Wilson.” 

Ms. Wilson? Aniyah wondered in amazement. The only Ms. Wilson that Aniyah knew was her basketball team’s sports medicine nurse. Nurse Wilson worked with both the women’s and men’s teams. But most of her job was treating sprained ankles and pulled muscles. How could she help cut off a guy’s balls? Come to think of it, though, most of the guys’ on the basketball team were unusually well-behaved. Maybe there was a reason for this. 

\~\~ 

Dr. Jackson was right. After consulting with the other women in the group that arranged things like this, she set up a time for her and Aniyah to meet with Ms. Wilson in her office on campus. Jeni Wilson didn’t look like a stereotypical nurse. It wasn’t just that she was so young (only in her 20s) but also that she always dressed in short skirts or tight dresses, usually in bright red, that drew attention to her smooth, muscular legs and perky chest. 

She was seated at her desk and rose to greet them warmly, smiling at Aniyah and hugging her mom. Aniyah hadn’t realized that the two women were friends, but immediately sensed a close bond between the two women. She wondered if it was like the bond that she, Ashley and Isabella now shared. 

“Here, sit down, make yourself comfortable” Ms. Wilson offered, pulling stools away from the side of two empty cots and positioning them in from of her desk. “I was just looking at Josh’s file. It makes sense! I had him noted as a guy who might need to be altered.” She said “altered” with a lingering drawl, which Aniyah thought indicated that “alter” was a euphemism, but also sounded like a purr of pleasure. As prim as Ms. Wilson was, Aniyah couldn’t help sensing an excited energy under the surface. 

“Ever since he started hanging around you,” Ms. Wilson continued, smiling at Aniyah, “the other girls on campus haven’t been complaining about him, but I see he hasn’t changed. Most boys don’t until you make them.” (She intoned “make them” with the same happy resonance that Aniyah had heard in “altered.”) “How has he been annoying you?” 

Aniyah was hesitant at first, but after a reassuring look from her mother, she explained, “He says I’m giving him blue balls because I won’t have sex with him.” 

“Well, maybe you are, but that’s not your problem, is it?” Ms. Wilson snorted. “Balls are fascinating, aren’t they,” she mused, “The things that guys need to feel good can also make them feel really miserable. That’s what made me interesting in becoming a nurse in the first place.” 

“That sounds like a fun thing to study!” Aniyah laughed. 

“Oh, it is! I had to do a lot of the research, shall we say, ‘informally’,” she smiled, “Getting my BA in Sports Medicine, I realized that there isn’t nearly enough good data on different responses to testicle injuries. Most of the time, coaches just pull a player who hurts his balls out of the game, ice them to prevent swelling and send them to the hospital if there’s a rupture. Since I’ve been working her, though, I have collected some really interesting data.” 

“Like what?” Aniyah asked. 

“Well,” Ms. Wilson began, excited to talk about her passion, “Simply injecting a painkiller into each ball instead of icing them allows a 75% of players to return to the court more quickly, with significantly less decrease in performance. And, 40% of the time, there’s no lasting damage!” 

“Wow,” Aniyah gasped, thinking less about the statistics than about which of the guys on the team now are part of the other 60%, “What does ‘lasting damage’ mean?” 

“Oh,” Ms. Wilson shrugged, “It can mean almost anything: losing their balls, sterility, erectile disfunction.” 

“Is that what’s going to happen to Josh?” Aniyah asked, flushed with excited. 

“If you want,” Ms. Wilson replied matter-of-factly, “I’ve instituted a new rapid assessment and treatment protocol for ball injuries, so sometime if a guy on my list gets hit there, I’ll just take him into the locker room and snip him myself. But, if you want to be more, uh, hands on, you can.” 

“Oh, yes,” Aniyah replied confidently, “I want to be hands on!” 

“Wonderful!” Ms. Wilson purred.  

\~\~ 

The next Saturday, Aniyah put the plan into action. She started by inviting Josh to shoot some hoops with her on the basketball court that was reserved for members of either the women’s or men’s team. 

She thought about her outfit carefully before picking a pair of very high cut running shorts and a sports bra. If Josh was going to lose his balls today, then she might as well do her most to make them blue before he does. 

When they met on the court, Josh was wearing a basketball jersey that showed off his defined arms. But Aniyah found herself looking more at the slight bulge that sometimes became visible as his loose shorts shifted: now you see it, now you don’t. Soon, she though, that bulge will be gone forever. 

As she expected, he spent most of the time talking about how good she looks and how horny she makes him instead of playing ball. The few times they did get into a scrimmage, he just ended up gratuitously rubbing against her. She told him to cut it out. But, after she felt his hand on her butt as she tried to pivot around him to drive to the basket, she finally thought, “Ok, if he isn’t going to cut it out, then it’s time to cut them off!” 

“Hey,” she said with a smile, “I hurt my shoulder last week and it is feeling pretty sore. Nurse Wilson gave me the keys to the sports therapy rooms so that I can use the hot tub whenever I want. Do you want to join me?” 

“Ok,” Josh exclaimed eagerly and followed her off the court. 

When they got to the hot tub, Aniyah said, “You get in, I’ll go to the bathroom and be back in a sec.” Then she disappeared around the corner, where Ashley and Isabella were waiting. They shared an elated, knowing look and then gave each other thumbs up to confirm that everyone was ready to go. 

When Aniyah returned to Josh, she was shocked to see that he was in the hot tub naked. “Oh my God!” she gasped, “You’re supposed to wear swim trunks! You should have at least kept your shorts on!” She saw his confidence evaporate as he squirmed nervously and started to get out. “No,” she said exasperatedly but with a tone of command that he responded to, “stay there. I’m just going to get in.” And she climbed in next to him, still in her running shorts and sports bra. 

Glancing down at his hard cock, which, she though, he probably didn’t realize was so unimpressive, she said, “Ick, I can’t believe you’re getting hard. That is so gross!” 

“You just turn me on so much” he panted, “You know you keep giving me blue balls. Aren’t you going to do anything to help me?” 

“Do anything?” she repeated skeptically, “If you’re asking if I’ll fuck you, the answer is still no. You know I’m still a virgin.” 

“Come on,” he exhaled with desperation, “I’m in pain here!” 

“I’ll tell you what,” she smiled, gripping his balls firmly, “I have a different way to get rid of these. Can I? Please?” 

She thought that he might cum right then as he gasped “yes.” She was pulled his balls away from his body to make it as painful as possible if he did cum. But, after a moment, he recovered himself and said “please” with puppy-dog eyes. 

Well, she laughed to herself, he asked for it! He even said please. I’m going to get rid of these stupid things my way! 

He squirmed as she tightened her grip, and seemed like he was going to say something, but she shot him a warning look, and he clearly didn’t want to say or do anything that might make her stop touching him. Just like Ms. Wilson said it would, the hot water had loosened his nuts, making them hang low in her hands. She put both hands under the water, exploring a different ball in each hand. She could feel them perfectly and was fascinated by being able to feel exactly where the cords connected. She found the dense epididymis on each ball and gave them a sudden pinch. The epididymis was just as sensitive as Ms. Wilson had said it would be, and he yelped in pain. 

“Oh my gosh!” she squealed, “I’m so sorry! Was that too hard? I was just trying to make you feel good!” But, as she spoke these rehearsed lines, her hands were working quickly, twisting his balls as many times as she could. She felt them tangle and tighten as his body convulsed and he let out louder more desperate howls of pain. 

On cue, Ms. Wilson burst through the door, shouting “What is going on in here?” 

“You have to help!” Aniyah cried believably, “I think I hurt his balls!” 

They shared a knowing, satisfied smile before Ms. Wilson said calmly, “Don’t worry. Let me see. I’ll fix it.” With impressive speed, she hoisted the yelping Josh out of the water and locked his legs between her knees so that she was kneeing before his spread thighs, which he was now powerless to close to protect himself. 

“Oh, yes,” she said as her hands moved confidently, “these are definitely twisted. This is going to hurt, but I need to try to fix them.” Aniyah knew that she was, in fact, twisting them more and watched with keen interest as Ms. Wilson turned each one again and again, periodically crossing one behind the other.” 

Josh had been making retching sounds as his body convulsed, but these suddenly stopped as the pain became too great and he lost consciousness. 

“Well, looks like he’s out!” Ms. Wilson said cheerfully, “You started these twists really nicely! Great job! Even without what I added, you definitely caused enough torsion that if you had just gone to the ER, he probably still would have lost one or both of them. Fortunately, though, in this case we don’t have to worry about anyone saving them. Girls, you can come in now!” 

Ashley and Isabella rushed through the door, eager to congratulate Aniyah and see the end. As the girls gave each other congratulatory hugs and Aniyah recounted how panicked Josh looked as she twisted his nuts, Ms. Wilson administered a sedative to make sure that Josh would remain unconscious for as long as they would need. 

“Now, let’s get to work. I know that you want to go back to your dorm with his balls in this,” she said, setting a small jar on a locker room bench, “but what about his sac?” 

“His sac?” Aniyah said puzzled. 

“They can make lovely little purses. Here, let me show you.” From her larger handbag, Ms. Wilson removed a small, leather-looking purse with a gold clasp. “They are very handy for carrying around small items,” she continued, “I sometimes use them to keep track of keys or carry change or just other little things. It doesn’t look like Josh’s will hold as much as this one. I think it belonged to Will Barrett. I can’t really remember.” 

“Oh, yeah, Will Barrett,” Aniyah said, “He was a pretty good point guard wasn’t he?” 

“Eventually,” Ms. Wislon laughed, “His freshman year, he was more interested in dating cheerleaders off the court than practicing on it. That’s what got him on my short list for alteration. Once the head cheerleader had is balls in her gym bag, he got more focused. And I got this fun pouch.” 

“Ooo, yes!” Aniyah smiled, “I want one.” 

“Ok,” said Ms. Wilson, making a note on clipboard, “I’ll remove the sac too and have it tanned and made into a little bag for you. It should be ready for you in a few days. Of course, you can take the balls home with you tonight. Gather around, girls, I’ll give you a little anatomy lesson.” 

The girls eagerly crowded in around Ms. Wilson between Josh’s spread legs and she began in a measured, teacherly tone, “Feel his testicles. What do you notice?” 

The girls reached out their hands curiously and all detected it immediately, although Isabella was the first to squeal out: “They’re snowballs!” 

The girls all giggled and even Ms. Wilson gave an amused laugh before saying, “That’s right. They are noticeably colder than the rest of his body now. That’s a good sign that the circulation has been cut off. It has been approximated 30 minutes since Aniyah first twisted them, so his balls are already dying and he will be a eunuch soon even if we don’t do anything else. If you ever need to neuter a guy and can’t snip them yourself for whatever reason, cutting off the blood flow is an excellent option. You can twist, as Aniyah did perfectly, or use a special tool called an elastrator, or you can even just wrap a rubber band around them.” The girls smiled and looked at each other with delight. 

Ms. Wilson made an incision at the top of Josh’s sac, being extremely careful not to cut in any way that would mar the look of Aniyah’s future purse. Then, she forced both balls out through the incision, causing the girls to crowd in even closer. They had, of course, seen Ryan’s nuts in the jar that Ashley kept on her vanity and had studied them with interest, but this was the first time that they had been this close to a pair outside of a sac but still attached. Having a guy so close to being a eunuch but still technically whole sent a shiver of power through all of them. 

Ms. Wilson quickly pointed out the major anatomical features and gave the girls some quick tips on how to cause different types and degrees of pain, which she encouraged them to experiment with for themselves. “You can learn a lot if you hold off on castrating a guy until you’ve seen for yourself how he reacts to different stimuli to his balls” she said encouragingly, “I experimented on my first boyfriend for years and years. Honestly, if he hadn’t said that he was going to break up with me if I didn’t stop, he might still have balls today!” 

The girls all giggled as Ms. Wilson went on: “This is the epididymis. Aniyah, you already felt how sensitive it is. All of you girls, feel it and practice holding the ball so that you can squeeze it between your thumbnail and index finger knuckle. This is another great way to neuter a guy if you need to do it in a hurry and can’t just use a knife.” 

They took turns practicing, their minds racing with the power that this would give them over any guy. “Now,” Ms. Wilson said looking at her watch, “it is time to wrap things up. Aniyah, please grab one testicle and twist it as many times as you can, pulling as you do.” 

Aniyah did, with great curiosity, and then suddenly gasped with surprise and delight as the ball twisted off in her hand. “Oh my God!” she squealed, “I castrated him!” Her friends jumped up and down with excitement. 

“Technically,” Ms. Wilson said, “you have only half-strated him so far. Once you twist the other one off, you’ll have fully ended his ‘manhood.’” She said manhood with an irony that made the girls smile. 

Taking a deep breath, Aniyah began twisting Josh’s last ball. Well, she thought with satisfaction, he’s never going to complain about blue balls again! And, as the pathetic orb suddenly came free in her grip, she felt a warmness and tingling bellow her waist more pleasurable than anything she had ever felt around Josh before. 

“Great job!” Ms. Wilson beamed as she held out the jar for Aniyah to drop her trophies into, “Now, let me just double-check, it looks like you want him to have no replacement testosterone prescribed and to be on the drug and hormone regimen designed for maximum docility. So, basically, the plan is that you don’t want him to be able to get hard and want him as passive and suggestable as possible, right?” 

“Yes,” said Aniyah gleefully, “That would be perfect!” 

“Ok!” said Ms. Wilson, cheerfully marking the sheet on her clipboard, “Just so you know, the longer you keep him limp down there, the less likely it is that he will ever get hard again.” 

“Thanks fine,” Aniyah said indifferently. 

“I’ll get his prescription set up with campus health just as soon as I finish removing his little sac. And I’ll make sure that treatment under my supervision is required for him to stay on the team.” 

The girls watched in awe as she expertly sliced away his scrotum, leaving just enough skin to stretch tightly and stitch together, leaving a smooth emptiness below his limp cock. 

“I’ll move him you one of the cots in my office now,” Ms. Wilson said cheerfully, “He shouldn’t wake up until late tonight or tomorrow, and when he does, I’ll share the bad news with him: I arrived after Aniyah accidently twisted his testicles and tried to untwist them, but he passed out, and when we were finally able to get an ambulance to take him to the hospital, it was too late to save them. So, as long as you remember to stick to that story, that is exactly what happened!” 

The smiling girls thanked Ms. Wilson and shuffled out, excitedly congratulating Aniyah, talking about what they had witnessed, and making plans for the future. 

\~\~ 

A month later, Josh was sitting next to Aniyah on her dorm room bed, looking vaguely sad as he often did. 

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, “Are you feeling bad because you lost your balls? You know I’m so so so sorry about that! I never touched a guy there before and I didn’t know what to do. I’m really sorry I ruined your boy parts.” 

“I know,” said Josh softly, “I already said I don’t blame you. I know I shouldn’t have pressured you and said all those stupid things. That’s what I’m sorry for. I just wanted you to be my girlfriend and do those things with you.” 

“I know,” Aniyah smiled broadly while petting Josh’s head, “It’s ok. I like you better as a friend anyway, and honestly I have so much more fun hanging out now than I did before.” 

Josh gave a small smile and looked at her with a sad sort of longing before he asked, “So, what do you want to do now?” 

“I don’t know,” Aniyah shrugged, “Will you braid my hair?” 

“Ok, but you’ll have to teach me how,” Josh said. 

“No problem,” said Aniyah as she took hair bands out of a small gold-clasped purse that she was very careful not to let Josh see. 

Things were going exactly the way she had hopped, and if they continue this way, she thought, she, Ashley and Isabella will have so much fun with one eunuch braiding their hair while another eunuch fetches them snacks.