Tara's Final Project (SNIPPER)

CW: This one is a bit more brutal than what I normally write and has some elements of torture.

After more than three long years at the Southern Nevada Institute for Practical Psychophysiological Education and Research, it was finally the time for senior year girls to pick their final projects, and Brett was more optimistic than ever that he was actually going make it to graduation intact. Like all of the male students at SNIPPER, he had been wearing a cock cage since his first day. Soon Tara, who held the key to that cage, would decide if she was going to use him for a final research project that would certainly destroy his balls or whether she would keep him locked for long-term study and servitude. 

When he enrolled at the unconventional university, Brett hadn’t realized how few guys are lucky enough to graduate with their balls still attached and functioning. At the time, he felt like he couldn’t pass up a totally free four-year education in exchange for signing up as a test subject. All the guys who were admitted to the university basically became “test subjects” for life. technically, the contract stated that they could leave the university at any time, but doing so required them to pay the full cost of four-years tuition, room and broad even if they left in the first week of the first year. Needless to say, most students couldn’t afford that. 

There were stories of a few guys who saved up enough money to cancel their contracts after graduation. However, the contract also ensured that the guys could never hold SNIPPER or any of the female students or teachers responsible for any damage that occurred to their testicles during their time as test subjects. So, the few guys who started the process of cancelling their contracts always lost their balls in especially painful ways before the contract was actually cancelled. 

The guys’ panic was normally worst in the first weeks of freshman year when they realized the total control that their female classmates now had over them and their balls. Each year, some freshman attempted to run away. Most, though, were discouraged from doing so both by the campus’s secluded location in the desert and by the extreme penalty if a guy is caught off campus without permission. Female students can park cars on campus and come and go as they pleased, but male students can only leave campus under supervision. SNIPPER has a “three strikes” policy for most rule breaking: the first offense costs one testicle, a second offense costs the other, and a third offense costs the penis. However, being off campus without permission immediately results in full castration, penectomy and expulsion. Once the freshmen guys resign themselves to the fact that the most they can hope for is to make it through four years intact, their behavior improves greatly. 

Both the female and male students of Southern Nevada Institute for Practical Psychophysiological Education and Research receive an excellent education. SNIPPER has all of the majors that a normal university does, but also requires all students to take classes in “practical psychophysiological education.” These classes focus especially on male psychology and physiology. All women graduate skilled in multiple methods of castration and other physical means of making men more submissive. Just as importantly, though, they learn about to condition men mentally. 

They get to see the fragility of the male psyche firsthand each year when the incoming freshmen boys are fitted with their mandatory chastity cages. Each year the girls love seeing the boy’s embarrassment and desperation as their egos collapse under the control of whichever girl is assigned to hold the key for a week until a permanent holder volunteers. Any girl holding a boy’s key can use him in any way she wishes. When she finds the boy she wants to use for her final research project, she become his permanent key holder.  

A lot of guys get referred to SNIPPER because of poor behavior in high school or after failing out of a regular university. Some are referred by family members or girlfriends or ex-girlfriends. Others, like Brett, simply respond to their advertising campaign. The women who run SNIPPER know the typical male psyche well, and the ads that they send to 18 year old boys are filled with pictures of the sexy girls that they are told they will work closely with. If Brett had seen one of the ads targeted to potential female students, he certainly would have felt differently, but as an impressionable (and perpetually horny) virgin, the promise of developing a “special bond” with a girl as he helped her develop a final project was enough to make him apply. 

At first, he thought that it had to be some sort of joke when the cute and curvy redheaded orientation leader, who had been so bubbly when she promised that he would be “very popular with the girls here” and would “have such a great time,” told a group of freshmen girls to hold him down and sit on his legs while she roughly locked him in a tiny chastity cage. She then explained the rules of SNIPPER in detail and the power that not only she or any other girl holding his key at any given moment now had to tease, hurt, or destroy his balls. “So,” she smiled, the bubbliness returning to her dug her fingernails into his defenseless nuts, “Be good and do what any girl tells you. It would be a shame for these big, full balls to end up in a jar before your classmates have had a chance to have fun with them!” 

\~\~ 

From that day forward, Brett’s only goal had been to keep his balls at all costs. This meant getting on the good sides of all of the girls who might have a say in whether his testicles would survive until graduation. Until one of them picked him for her final project, that meant being on the good side of all of the girls at SNIPPER. He had been careful never to complain that the cage painfully stopped him from getting an erection each time he looked at or thought about the girls around him. Even has his balls tightened longing for a release that would never come, he politely did anything they asked, from carrying their backpacks to massaging their legs after soccer games, to doing their shopping and cleaning their dorm rooms. 

When Tara claimed possession of his key junior year, the decision about whether his balls would survive or not became her. By this point, anxiously pleasing all of the girls around him had become natural to him, but he became especially diligent about pleasing Tara and spent long hours thinking about what would make her most happy. 

He would have lived in awe of her even if she didn’t have the fate of his balls in her control. She was the head cheerleader, a highly respected position at SNIPPER, and moved everywhere with the same powerful confidence that she displayed during routines. Whenever the cheerleaders performed, Brett would feel hypnotized by the motion of Tara’s athletic limbs. When some task or other that she needed done required him to be close to her body, such as braiding her sleek, dark hair before a routine or carrying her on his shoulders when she didn’t feel like walking to class, the experience planted itself in his memory and transformed into fantasy in his dreams. 

He now awoke regularly with pent-up seamen leaking from his cock without ever experiencing the pleasure of an orgasm to release it. But he dutifully cleaned himself for her regular inspections without complaint. He had learned early on that, unlike some girls, Tara did not like when he begged for her to unlock the cage. So he didn’t beg. He tired never to do anything she would dislike so that when the time came for her to decide whether or not his balls would remain attached, she would have the most positive feelings possible about him. 

Going into their senior year, Brett was confident that Tara wouldn’t deprive him of his balls. This confidence was shaken, though, when Tara met the new freshman cheerleader, Katie, for the first time. Katie had spent the start of her freshman year at a different university but had recently transferred to SNIPPER and successfully auditioned to join the cheerleading team.  

Soon after Katie arrived, Tara invited her to her dorm room to get to know her better. When senior girls met with younger girls, they often showed off the advantages of having a boy’s key by making him do something demeaning. In this case, Tara had Brett on all fours so that she could sit on his back while Katie sat on the couch. Brett was distracted by the feeling of Tara’s ass and the distinct outline of her underwear that he could feel through his thin cotton shirt as she fanned her cheerleading skirt out and sat down. But he listened attentively to their conversation because he knew that the opinion of a girl’s friends could have a big impact on what she decides to do with a boy’s balls. Last year, one guy had made some offhand comment about hating the pet dog that one of his keyholder’s friends always had with her, so she had soaked his ball sac in bacon grease and let that dog chew his nuts off, to the delight of both girls and the dog. 

“So, why did you transfer here?” Tara asked. 

Katie grinned mischievously. She was shorter than Tara, with strawberry blonde hair and delicate features that gave her a misleadingly demure appearance at first. “Well,” she said, I got expelled from my last university, and everyone in my family agreed that this school is the perfect fit for me.”  

Intrigued, Tara asked, “What were you expelled for?” 

“I tried to castrate one of the basketball players,” Katie said trying to sound matter-of-fact but a hint of laughter entered her voice as she did. 

“Really?” Tara said, and Brett felt her weight shift as she leaned forward with interest. Was he imagining it, or what there a slight quiver in her legs as she did. 

“Yeah,” Katie said, no longer trying to mask her joy, “He lost control of a basketball and it went whipping right onto the side of the court that we were using for cheer practice. He was being a dick about wanting it back, so I walked up to him and threw it at his head. When he put his hands up to guard his face, I did the old ‘grab, twist, and pull’ to both of his nuts and told him that if he ever got his balls near me again, he wasn’t going to get them back. I only meant to warn him, but he looked so pathetic and helpless that I couldn’t resist seeing if I could neuter him, so I yanked as hard as I could.” 

Tara was definitely shifting her legs back and forth with eagerness as she asked, “And did you succeed?” 

“No,” Katie said with a snort of disappointment, “I only detached one. But then my mom and I talked and she told me that if I came here I was guaranteed to be able to fully castrate at least one boy. So I said sign me up!” 

Brett was worried about the feeling of warmth that he felt emanating from Tara as Katie spoke, so he decided to try to interrupt this line of conversation. 

“You know,” he said, “not every girl here castrates a guy. In fact, a lot of them want to keep us like we are, in a cage.” 

Both girls laughed loudly at this. Tara reached back and grabbed Brett’s balls through his shorts, feeling the tight ring of his cage as she did, and squeezed hard enough for Brett to know he should stop talking but not so hard that he worried she was really mad. 

“Brett hopes that I’m going to let him keep his little balls, don’t you?” she smirked, punctuating he question with a slap to his balls. 

Brett stammered, trying desperately to sound like they were just casually joking together, “You said yesterday how much fun you thought the other idea was going to be.” 

Katie had now walked around to Brett’s head and was staring down at him with her piercing blue eyes as she said icily, “What could possibly be more fun than taking a guy’s balls?” 

Brett wasn’t sure if he should answer the question or not, but as he felt Tara’s muscles tense against his back and saw the seriousness in Katie’s unblinking eyes, be managed to sputter, “Tara is going to test if unlocking me for short periods effects my behavior and attitude. She’ll start with one minute a day and work up.” 

“I haven’t made up my mind yet,” Tara said firmly, and Brett quickly added, “Of course nothing is final until she makes the decision.” 

“If I were you,” Katie said, stepping closer to Tara so that Brett was looking at her sneakers, “I would tie his nuts to the flagpole and see how high you can hoist him up before they rip off.” 

“Someone already did that to a boy!” Tara replied enthusiastically, “Three years ago. I was amaze how long it took for the bag to rip!” 

Katie made a low “mmm” sound of interest. Stepping forward and putting her had on Tara’s back she whispered, “You will have to tell me about what it was like to see that, sometime when we are alone, so that we don’t scare Brett.” 

Brett was already scared, and he wasn’t sure if the wetness he felt where Tara was sitting his back was from his nervous sweating or from something else. 

\~\~ 

In the following days, Tara was alone with Katie frequently as she became closer and closer to this freshman cheerleader who was as spirited outside of the gym as she was in practice. Katie loved hearing about all of the castrations that Tara had witness in her time at SNIPPER and her suggestions about what to do with Brett’s balls increasingly excited Tara. 

“So,” Katie asked, leaning back next to Tara on the couch and resting her bare feet on the low table, “have you given Brett any idea what you have in store for those eggs of his?” 

“I gave a little clue that it isn’t going to be what he hopes,” Tara giggled with an excited blush she wasn’t used to experiencing when talking to a freshman girl. 

Leaning her shoulder into Tara’s arm, Katie said expectantly, “Tell me! What did you say?” 

“Well, I did it while he was giving me my pedicure,” Tara said, putting up her own feet and brushing her toes against Katie’s so that she could admire the recently painted nails. “I just asked casually, ‘You aren’t really expecting me to let you keep your balls are you?’” 

“What’d he say?” Katie asked imaging the shock in Brett’s face. 

“He started talking about how he thought I liked having him caged and how good he has been and all this stuff, so I just cut him off.” 

“I hope you didn’t really cut him off without letting me watch,” Katie laughed as she touched Tara’s thigh. 

“Oh,” Tara cooed, “You know if I really cut him off I want you right there to cheer me on!” Katie gave a sigh of contentment, and Tara went on: “I told him that it didn’t have to be painful. My research project could be testing if there is a painkiller that will allow for a perfectly pain-free elastration! And he freaked out and started saying all this shit about how I owed him and it wasn’t fair and all these other things that he should know better about by his senior year here. So, I told him to shut the fuck up and finish my pedicure or my research will be on how many needles I can stick into a pair of balls before they’re ruined.” 

“Oh, nice,” Katie intoned with admiration, “What did he do?” 

“He shut up and finished my pedicure, of course! And when it was done, I told him that I would take your advice and do whatever you think my final project should be.” 

“Thank you!” Katie said, leaning over to hug Tara, “I thought I was going to have to wait three whole years here before I had the power of life and death over a senior boy’s balls!” 

\~\~ 

As Katie expected, Brett knocked sheepishly on her door the next day. As soon as she let him in, he began begging: “Please help me! Tara always said she was going to let me keep my balls! I can’t lose them now, I’ve never even used them for anything! She never opened the cage so I don’t even remember what it feels like to get a full hard-on. I know that she doesn’t really want to castrate me. If you just tell her she should go with her first plan, she would. Please, please, please! I will literally do anything you want!” 

“Anything?” Katie asked flatly, staring down stonily as Brett groveled at her feet. 

“Yes, please, anything,” Brett gasped, choking back tears. 

“Take off your pants,” Katie ordered, “Let’s see what all this fuss is about.” 

In his time at SNIPPER, Brett had been naked in front of girls a lot, either as part of an in-class demonstration or because one of the girls he was trying to please wanted it for some reason, like to compare the size and appearance of him and his classmates. But he felt more danger this time and was hesitant as he slowly removed his pants and underwear to reveal his cock, which was spasming against his will as the cage prevented him from getting fully hard, and his full balls hanging like stones beneath it. 

Katie laughed as the fingered his balls with a gentleness that surprised Brett: “I don’t see why you want to keep these so bad, but because it seems like you really want to, I’ll make you a deal.” 

“Yes!” Brett exclaimed not even waiting to hear what the deal was, “Thank you!” 

Katie laughed again, “Don’t thank me too fast! If I’m going to save your silly little things, you have to let me have some fun with them!” 
 
“Fun?” Brett’s voice quaked, “What kind of fun.” 

Katie, who had prepared for this was already walking to the box of large-gauge medical needles on her desk. “You’re going to let me put 12 needles in each of your balls,” she said with calm authority. 

“What? Fuck no!” Brett squealed. 

“Ok,” Katie said shrugging her shoulders, “unless you let me put 12 in each balls, I’ll just tell Tara to put them all in until your balls are just mush!” 

“You can’t be serious,” Brett croaked, “Please, I’ll do anything else, please!” 

“Quit wasting my time,” Katie said dismissively, “If you don’t want to let me have fun, come back next week and tell me what it’s like not to have nuts anymore.” 

Brett knew he was beat and said softly, “Ok.” 

When Katie forced the first needle into his right ball, Brett’s body convulsed and he bit his lip until it bleed in the vain hope of stifling his high-pitched agonizing cries. By the third needle, Katie had to bring his focus back by splashing cold water on his face to make sure that he wasn’t dissociating from the exquisite experience. 

“Hold still!” she snapped as she forced the sixth needle in, “I’m trying to make a pattern!” Seeing his confusion and inability to form coherent words, she said, “You’ll have my initial on this ball when I’m done!” 

As Katie began her work on his left ball, Brett flailed his hands at hers, desperate for her to stop. “Really?” she asked, “After letting me do one ball, you are going to wuss out and end up going through this worse next week anyway?” Hopeless, Brett stopped resisting and Katie was kind enough to let him pass out as she finished her work. 

When she was done, Katie called the school nurse, who was used to getting these sorts of calls regularly, though normally not from a freshman. As she always did if she was able, the nurse attended to Brett’s injuries without removing the cock cage. After she made sure that Brett would survive, she left him alone to survey the damage, saying, “You’ll be impressed with what she did! She has talent!” 

Looking down fearfully at his balls, he saw a pattern of inflamed red dots making a K on the right ball and T on the left. Oh God, he thought, how am I going to explain this to Tara? Now she, like him, would think “Katie” every time she looked at his balls. Would she be mad? 

He was relieved when he didn’t need to explain. Tara visited him in the nurse’s room and said that Katie had already told her what happened. “And don’t worry,” she added, “she also told me her opinion about what my final project should be.” 

\~\~ 

When it came time for Tara to announce her project at the assembly in the gym, Brett was bound by his ankles and wrists to a large metal X, as was usual for most project announcements. He was confident, though, that, after he had suffered so much, Tara would be nice to him, and he looked forward to a project that would let him out of the cage, even briefly. 

As Tara walked to the stage, to the enthusiastic cheers of the other cheerleaders, with Katie at their center in Tara’s usual place, she looked more radiant than Brett ever remembered. His cock again quivered in the cage. But his excitement was soon dispelled when two other girls came up on stage to strap a mouth gag on him. This was never good news for the boys in a final project announcement! 

Ignoring his pleading looks, Tara stood to his side and calmly explained that her project would study scarification of injured testicles. As she explained the background information on blood flow and the process of scaring, she sliced into his sac with a scalpel, excited to see firsthand the organs that she had had so much fun teasing and causing pain to over the years. 

With both testicles hanging out of the sac now, Tara got to the point of her project. “You see,” she said, “That each testicle has been punctured 12 times, marking one with a K and one with a T.” 

In horror, Brett looked at his own exposed balls and saw that the pattern of injuries was visible on the balls themselves just as it was on his sac. 

“Now,” Tara continued, “If I can have my assistant come to the stage?” Katie bounced happily to the stage, glowing as she looked into Brett’s tearful eyes. 

“We will now cut off the blood supply to the testicle marked ‘K’” Tara said, unable to suppress a giggle, “by detaching it.” On cue, Katie grabbed the exposed ball, twisted and yanked. The pain of losing the ball caused Brett’s body to spasm as he passed out. Gasps (mostly from boys) and cheers (from girls) erupted in the gym. 

Tara was focused not on Brett, though, but on the unconstrained joy in Katie’s face as she admired her prize. “We will leave the other testicle attached for 4 weeks. And then we will remove it and compare the differences in scarification on the two testicles. This research will provide information that will be useful to any girls considering options for marking their boys and any girls thinking about decorating balls, sorry, I mean testicles, that they plan to remove and display. Thank you.” 

With a deep breath, Tara finished her presentation to admiring applause. Katie rushed to give her a congratulatory hug. “Thank you!” Katie gushed, “I feel so good now! I can’t believe you let me take the first one! You should be feeling as good as I do right now!” 

“Don’t worry,” Tara said with a broad smile, “In four weeks, I will know how you feel, and you will know how wonderful I feel watching you right now!” 

Basking in their happiness, the two girls softly kissed and walked off the stage.