Christmas Presents

PRESENT ONE 

“Have you decided which one you want to be my Christmas present?” Becca whispered sweetly in Rodrigo’s ear as she thoughtfully rolled each of his balls between her fingers, sizing them up. 

Because they were relaxing in a hot tub, Rodrigo’s nuts were lower than she had felt them all week. It was strange for Becca to be spending Christmas in a part of the world so warm that they could spend Christmas morning in a hot tub. She might have visited just for this unique experience, even if she didn’t plan to leave with one of his balls. 

“At this point, I don’t even care,” Rodrigo said softly, clearly uncomfortable from the blue balls and the intermittent pinches to them that Becca kept surprising him with, “take whichever one you want.” 

Becca thoughtfully kneaded them between her fingers. Should she take the slightly larger right one and slightly smaller left one? At this point, it was hard to judge their normal size because both where so swollen from the week that she had been vacationing with Rodrigo. She had spend most of their time together learning how much pressure she could apply to this balls without fully popping them. She had squeezed them regularly while he washed her hair, painted her toes, and massaged her legs and back. She wanted to get him used to the pain so that it wouldn’t be such a shock to him when she finally popped one.  

“I’ll take this one!” She smiled, pulling the larger right one towards her with force that brought tears to Rodrigo’s eyes. 

“Ok” was all he could pant. 

“I’ll get the nut cracker!” Becca said as she scampered out of the hot tub. She felt Rodrigo’s eyes following her bikini-clad body and knew that he would do anything for her now. 

Within moments of slipping back into the hot tub, she had his right nut trapped in the nut cracker. With exquisite slowness, she began to close it, feeling more and more resistance as it dug into his fleshy orb. 

“Wait!” Rodrigo cried, almost unable to speak from the pain. 

“Come on!” Becca said exasperatedly, “I knew that you were gonna puss out!” 

“No, I’m not,” he said, fighting against the pain, “You can do it. Just... ummm... please.” He paused, too embarrassed to go on. 

“What?” Becca prompted sweetly. 

“Please step on it,” Rodrigo whispered, blushing uncontrollably. 

Becca was delighted to agree. Balancing herself by placing her hands on Rodrigo’s shoulders, she was slightly amused that even as he was about to lose a ball forever, Rodrigo seemed more interested in gazing at her hard nipples outlined against her bikini top than the bit of his manhood she was about to take from him. 

Rodrigo placed his hands on her waste to help steady her. She could tell that he wanted to let his hands wander over her, but before he got the courage to move his hand down the soft slope of her hips, she put all of her weight down and felt a small pop under her sole, almost like stepping on bubble wrap. 

Tears flooded to his eyes as he screamed in pain. Even before she reached down and felt the ball between her fingers, she knew from the look of shocked agony on his face that she had ruptured it. Rolling it between her fingers she was deeply satisfied to feel it losing its shape. The feeling made her gasp with joy. But she knew that she couldn’t savor the feeling for too long if she wanted to go home with a souvenir. 

“Get up and dry off,” she ordered coolly, “We need to get you to a doctor quickly. If we wait too long, there won’t be anything left for me to keep after they snip it off.” 

Despite the pain, Rodrigo obeyed. By the time they got to the emergency room, Rodrigo’s ball was less than half its original size. “We might still be able to save some of it,” the bubbly young nurse had said, trying to cheer Rodrigo up. But Becca had simply said, “No. Just remove it.” 

The nurse’s big brown eyes had widened with surprise, but Rodrigo nodded his head. “Ok,” the nurse laughed nervously, “wow, well I guess the doctor will be happy that’s less work for her!” 

“And he wants to keep the remains,” Becca said authoritatively. 

“No problem” the nurse smiled, now speaking directly to Becca with a look of admiration, “I’ll have her save it for you. You know it’s just one that’s damaged right? You don’t want her too, uh...” the nurse giggled and made a scissor gesture with two fingers. 

“No,” Becca smiled, “Just the one. For now.” 

The next evening, she flew home wearing a bronzed orb around her neck that more than one man on the plane stared at nervously. 

 

PRESENT TWO 

It was Christmas night, exactly one year after Becca had taken one of Rodrigo’s balls. She had spent most of the day playing idly with his one remaining nut. That morning, she had announced her plan to spend the entire day lounging in her underwear and binge-watching movies on Netflix. Then, she ordered Rodrigo to curled up next to her and opened his legs so that she could amuse herself tugging, squeezing, pinching, and occasionally slapping his single as ball they watched. 

It was now getting late, and as the movie ended, Becca, stretched and said with a smile, “I think that it's about time for something else. Scoot to the other end of the couch.” 

Once Rodrigo was resting against one arm of the couch, Becca grasped his knees firmly and spread them to give herself unimpeded access. She was wearing striped cotton panties and a t-shirt with no bra, and Rodrigo felt full of longing as he looked at her perfect body. Since she had half castrated him, he had found it easier to control his desires to touch her until she told him to, and in the eleven months that he had spent as her servant / plaything since following her to her home country, he had become used to the near constant unsatisfied ache in his remaining ball. But, even despite his physical and metal subordination to her, he found that he had to actively resist the urge to run his hands over her and kiss her passionately. 

“It is time for my Christmas present!” Becca squealed happily. 

“I already gave it to you,” Rodrigo said a little confused and a little worried that Becca had not liked the diamond earrings he has given her. 

“Oh, those were nice,” she reassured him, “but when I said I wanted earrings, what I really meant was I want a match for this.” She ran her fingers over the bronzed testicle that hung between her breasts, small but shapely and pert even without a bra. Rodrigo had become so used to seeing his severed nut hanging there that it had started to seem that it belonged there more naturally than it had belonged between his legs. 

Becca braced her shins against his, reached forward and pulled the attached nut toward herself firmly. Rodrigo felt her starting to play with it again with her left hand while his eyes were almost hypnotically fixed on her right hand, which playfully spun the bronzed testicle on its chain. 

“This necklace is so nice” Becca said, “but I really think both of them belong together. And earrings would be sooo cute!” 

“Please,” Rodrigo said worried, “I need at least one ball.” 

“You don’t NEED balls for anything,” she laughed, “you aren’t going to have kids, and if I need you hard for some reason, you can always take hormones.” 

“But... I won’t be a man anymore,” Rodrigo pleaded, left with no other argument. 

“No,” Becca agreed, “you’ll be the same thing you are now: my wonderful servant! And doesn’t that make you happy??”

“Yes. ... Ok ... You can do it,” Rodrigo said, barely able to bring himself to speak the words, “Just give me a few days to get mentally prepared. 

“Oh, Rodrigo, you idiot,” Becca laughed, “I’ve already started!” 

At once it struck Rodrigo that he had gotten so used to Becca playing roughly with his balls that he had stopped sensing any real danger in it, but he realized now with an icy fear that filled his stomach that while she had been casually twisting her necklace with her right hand, her left hand had also been twisting his lone ball, around and around. 

As she twisted more aggressively, the pain from the cut-off blood flow to the ball and the spasming of his muscles overcame him. He doubled forward and barely stopped himself from vomiting. 

Becca knew that this was the moment. She clenched her fist, pulled her arm back and in an exhilarating moment learned how powerful it feels to detach a man’s ball with her bare hand. 

Rodrigo spasmed on the floor for what seemed to Becca like an eternity before she was able to get him up and get him the necessary the medical attention to remove the detached ball from the sac. 

Because the second ball wasn’t popped before it was removed, I was about twice the size as the one Becca already had. She decided that would make them look silly as earrings, so after she bronzed the second one, he simply added it to her necklace. 

Although Rodrigo still looks sadly at his empty sac every day, when he sees Becca triumphantly wearing the remains of his manhood around her neck, he has to admit that he feels happy that he was able to give her the two Christmas presents she wanted most.