Burdizzo Love

Burdizzo Love
By: TesticleSlayer

\[STRAIGHT\] \[TESTICLES\]

A man dates a woman with a castration fetish. Why is he so surprised when she takes it to the next level?

\-Return To The Eunuch Archive

He awoke strapped to his girlfriend's bed. She was standing in the doorway, watching him. In his surprise, as well as in the haze of just waking up, he didn't think to pull at the ropes.

He wracked his brain, remembering that he had spent the night at her apartment, that they had slept together in the same bed, that she still had not wanted to have sex. "Later," she'd said. Always later.

She would joke that she would only have sex with him if he let her cut his balls off. She had some weird castration fetish thing, he had no desire to understand the way her mind worked in that regard. He would laugh it off half-heartedly, not really wanting to dwell on the thought. He liked being a man, liked having balls.

But now... "What the fu-?" "Oh, you know what this is." "This is not funny! Let me go." "No." "I'm serious, let me go now." She ignored him and bent down to rummage in her purse. "Let me go right the fuck now!" She stood up with a roll of duct tape and a burdizzo. A chill went through him. She had shown him a picture of a burdizzo once, online. She had explained to him what it did.

"I know you're just teasing me. Cut it out." His voice betrayed a tinge of nervousness. "The point of a burdizzo is that I DON'T have to cut it out." She giggled. His body snapped out of the trance-like state he had been in and he began to thrash against his bonds. "Leave me the fuck alone you bitch! This is not okay!" "No, it really isn't." She knelt on the bed between his legs. "God. Fuck. If you do anything to me I will press charges. I'll get you put in jail."

She pulled off a strip of duct tape and taped his soft penis to his right thigh. "In jail you will get raped. Do you want that? The women in there are a lot tougher than you. They'll shove things into you. And you'll deserve it!" She suddenly reached out and grabbed him by the balls. "No! Jesus, stop!" His thrashing increased with his panic, but she managed to maintain her grip. She began to massage his sac, gently but firmly pulling his balls down to the bottom. "I swear to God I'll kill you, you fucking bitch! I'll kill you!" His voice was getting shrill. She began to isolate the cord leading to his left ball. "Don't you fucking dare!" He could not believe this was actually happening. He thought that he might be dreaming, but the sharp tugging on his scrotum told him otherwise. He attempted to pull his legs together, but the ropes held. He tilted his head back and gave a long, deep, powerful cry of anger, fear, and frustration. Afterwards, his body slumped back on the bed, breathing heavily. "Are you ready?" He closed his eyes. "Don't." He refused to beg. He knew that she would enjoy that, and he was going to hold onto his pride. It might be the only part of his manhood he had left once she was done with him. She picked up the burdizzo with her right hand, still holding his testicle with her left. "You said you loved me. This isn't what someone does to someone they love." She opened the handles and positioned the jaws over his left cord. He was still a little unconvinced of her sincerity. After all, she had talked about doing this for a year and a half. "This is like me raping you. Why are you doing this?"

She didn't answer. Instead, she clamped the handles of the burdizzo as hard as she could. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH!!!" He threw his head back with his scream, bucking his hips and jerking wildly from side to side. He couldn't believe she had done it to him. It was the worst pain he had ever felt in his twenty one years of life. He couldn't even describe it, nor would he ever want to describe it. But right now he was living it. She continued to hold on tight, using both hands to hold the jaws closed. "OH GOD THAT HURTS! OH FUCK! WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS?! YOU BITCH, YOU FUCKING BITCH! I NEVER DID ANYTHING TO YOU! I FUCKING LOVED YOU! JESUS CHRIST, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" Finally, she released the handles. He slumped back onto the bed, soaked with sweat, hyperventilating, tears streaming from his eyes. He was half-castrated, and the pain was unbearable. She felt his newly crushed cord, making sure it had been properly killed. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You bitch. Oh god." He moaned in pain. She ignored him, instead untaping his penis and retaping it to his left thigh. He opened his eyes, realizing the implications of her action. In his desperation to stay a man, well, at least half a man, he started to beg. "No, god, please don't do the other one." He felt that he couldn't live without his balls, or at least his one remaining ball. She started to feel for his right cord. He renewed his struggles, shaking the bed with his attempts to free himself. "Please don't castrate me! Oh god, please don't do the other one. You have no idea how much that hurts!"

She looked up then, looked him straight in the eyes. There was no emotion on her face. He continued to shamelessly beg her, his resolve and pride melting away in the face of complete castration. "I don't want to be a eunuch! Don't make me a eunuch!" He was still struggling. He looked like he was having a seizure. His begging seemed to be having no affect on her, so he switched tactics. "I will kill you! You have no idea what I will do to you, I will fucking torture you, you psychotic bitch!" He realized that threatening her was a mistake the moment the words left his mouth, but he continued to threaten and insult her. He hated her, he hated how vulnerable and afraid she had made him. She looked back down at his remaining ball and continued to feel for the cord. She found it and picked up the burdizzo once more. His struggles increased. "I will kill you!" She positioned the jaws of the burdizzo over the cord. "Fucking bitch." She closed the handles. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!" He screamed even louder than before. He knew that his masculinity was being crushed from under his body. He knew that he was as good as castrated the moment she shut the burdizzo's handles for the second time. Grief and rage and panic flooded into him. And hatred too. Hatred of her, yes, but now a new hatred as well. A hatred of himself. A hatred of what he had now become. He knew what would happen to his body. She had told him many times what happened to a man that was castrated and had no hormone replacement. He did not want to lose the muscles he had built up over the years. He was naturally skinny, but he knew that would change as the fat built up around his chest and thighs and ass... "FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!" She pressed the jaws as tightly as they would go. He started to shake his head from side to side and his body followed suit. "Oh, oh, oh!" He gave three small shrieks, then collapsed on the bed. She removed the burdizzo and felt her handiwork. "Don't touch it! God, it hurts!" He had nothing left, and the emptiness was apparent in his voice.

She looked up, her face full of aroused sympathy. This was what got her off the most, and he knew it. He closed his eyes and began to sob, tears streaming down his face. His cords ached without relief. She got up from the bed, leaving his penis still taped to his thigh above his mutilated sac. She came around the bed to his head and stroked his hair. "It's okay..." His eyes snapped open, full of rage. "Don't fucking touch me!" She ignored him and continued to stroke his sweaty hair. "I said don't touch me you bitch!" He was shaking his head from side to side, but his struggles were much feebler than before. His body was sore and the fight had drained from him. "Don't touch me..." He let out another sob, then collapsed under her fingers, crying unashamedly. "What did you do to me? Oh god, I hate you. I hate you so much!" She did not respond, just kept petting his hair. "I hate you..." He sobbed harder, his anger dissolving into shock and terror.

"No, no, no...I'm a eunuch. Oh god, I'm a eunuch! Why? Why would you do that to me?!" There was silence for a few minutes. He continued to cry and feebly shake his head. She continued to stroke him. As his emotions calmed he realized that he had lost all sense of who he was. He was nothing anymore. He was crying like a child, and he couldn't control it, try as he might. This thought brought on a new burst of tears. "Kill me. Oh god, please kill me. I don't want to live." "Yes, you do." He ignored her. "Kill me, just kill me."

"Now you'll be my eunuch, forever and ever." "Please..." "We can finally have sex, when you're healed up." She smiled broadly at the thought. He cringed at the thought of sex, then felt a rush of loss as he realized that, when he was a man, what she had just said would have turned him on. Now unmanned, he didn't feel anything but shame and dread. "You never got to have sex as a man, but you'll have more sex than you could ever dream of as a eunuch!" He had stopped shaking, stopped trying to talk. He just cried, his eyes closed. He knew she was rubbing it in because his humiliation was her sexual pleasure. To her, it was better than masturbation or even intercourse itself. She fed off of his powerlessness, and it made her feel even more powerful. "Here, I'll give you a little strip tease, you'll like that! And then maybe a blowjob?" Her grin turned into a savage, mocking grimace. He did not respond. He would not give her the satisfaction. "We might as well, while you've still got some manly urges left in you." He lay motionless, unresponsive to her words except for the renewed tears that trickled from between his clenched eyelids. His "manly urges", as she put it, would all disappear soon...

"Your balls are dead now. How does that feel?" He continued to ignore her taunts, tried to block her words from his mind. He didn't want to think about the dead manhood now hanging between his legs in a useless pouch of skin. Meanwhile, she narrowed her eyes angrily. She got up from his side and once more made her way to the end of the bed, her attention focused on his sore scrotum. "I said, 'How does that feel?'" On her last word she grabbed the top of his sac with the thumb and index finger of both her hands. His eyes snapped open and he gave a tortured groan. "FUCK! LET GO! OH, PLEASE LET GO!" It hurt almost as badly as when they had first been crushed. The pain coursed through his body, originating from the place that no man ever wants to feel pain from. She continued to mash his newly crushed cords with her fingers. He raised his body as far off the bed as he would go, throwing his head back and screaming. "How does it feel to know your balls are dead...stud?"

He gave in to her demands once more, the pain overwhelming most of the pride he had left, his mind overriding the rest. He wasn't a man anymore, what was the point in trying to act like one... "IT FEELS FUCKING HORRIBLE! I'M IN THE WORST PAIN I'VE EVER BEEN IN! I'M NOT A MAN ANYMORE, AND I'LL NEVER BE ONE AGAIN, AND I JUST WANT TO DIE! THAT'S HOW IT FUCKING FEELS, BITCH!" A spark of strength had prompted him to add the insult to the end. She didn't seem to mind, in fact, she seemed to enjoy it all the more. She released her grip on his ballsac, but remained down between his legs. He collapsed onto the bed, hyperventilating once more. "Tell me what you are now?" He continued to breathe heavily, willing himself to stay strong. He did not want to play her games and give her any more pleasure from his situation than she had already taken.

"Don't make me repeat myself..." She reached for his sac again and he yelped in panic, the resolve gone. The crushed cords still hurt and he did not want her to touch them again, he would do or say anything to stop that most unacceptable kind of pain. "A eunuch!" "What are you?" "I'm a eunuch!" "WHAT ARE YOU?!" "I'M A EUNUCH! I HAVE NO BALLS! I'M NOT A MAN ANYMORE! I'M A BALL-LESS FREAK! OH GOD, WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!" He was afraid that she would squeeze his cords out of spite, but she seemed appeased. She sat back on her haunches, still hungrily eyeing his dead testicles. His body relaxed onto the bed, but he kept his head raised, eyeing her cautiously. She gave a sigh of satisfaction and the fingers of her right hand slowly found their way down the front of her pants. She gently fondled herself, masturbating as she spoke to him. "That's right, you're my little eunuch now. You're going to be REALLY sore for the next couple of weeks! Your balls will swell up really big, then they'll shrink really, really small. You'll have two, hard little shriveled lumps in your sac for the rest of your life. At least, that's what I've read. I've never actually done this before." She giggled. Her words burrowed deep into his psyche and his tears, against his will, renewed themselves. "And you'll get all soft and weak too. No more facial hair. Or pubic hair. But you'll keep all the hair on your head, so that's good, because you were already starting to recede a little." He closed his eyes again, trying and failing to control the tears pouring down his face. He was very conscious of the fact that she was masturbating, and he was also conscious of the fact that masturbation would become much different and less pleasurable for him for the rest of his life. "Your penis will get smaller too. That's kind of sad, because it's a nice one. But no more nasty, spermy messes!" She began to increase the movement of her fingers. Her left hand moved from her side to the bottom of her shirt. She slid her hand up her shirt and underneath the left cup of her bra and began to rhythmically circle her finger around the nipple. She moaned softly and ground her crotch into her right hand. "Your sac will shrink to accommodate your dead little nuts. But I'll still enjoy pulling on it and fondling it." Her words were breathy and sounded faraway. "You'll definitely gain some weight, I wonder if you'll grow breasts? Oh, I hope they don't get bigger than mine! Then I'd be jealous." He visibly grimaced at the thought, and she laughed cruelly. "No more balls for..."

He had to make her stop. He pulled out his trump card then, the one he had been unconsciously saving in the back of his mind. "How are you going to keep me here? Someone will figure out that I'm missing, and then who are they going to suspect?" Her eyes lost the glassy haze that had come over them and she ripped her left hand out of her shirt and punched him in the scrotum. "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" He had not been expecting it, and to his horror his scream tore out of him, much more high and feminine sounding than he had ever thought was possible. Her fingers down in her pants worked faster. "If I hit you there in a few weeks it won't hurt that much, you won't have anything worth mentioning down there. And even if they catch me and put me in jail, you'll still be a eunuch. Nothing will ever change that. You'll never have balls again. Oh god, yes..." She arched her back and closed her eyes, her face a mask of concentration. He miserably watched her enjoy her orgasm. The truth of her words pounded in his brain, swirling like pointing fingers and mocking laughter. He wondered if he'd even be able to orgasm ever again... "You'll never be a man again..." Finally, she was done. She opened her eyes, removed her hand from her pants, and stood up, staring down at him. "I'm going to go finish arranging some things. I'd get used to this room if I were you." She left, closing the door behind her, leaving the new eunuch tied to the bed, his throbbing sac a reminder of what he had lost, and what he could never get back. He refused to resign himself to this new life, but deep down he knew that he would eventually accept what had been done to him. He hated it, but that was the reality of life. His tears were drying, he had cried all that he could for now, but he was sure there would be many more tears in his future. He wondered what other horrible things she had planned for him. Well, he wasn't a man anymore. All he could do was wait...