Andrea and Lucas, Chapter 1 (and a new story hub)

*I used to write a lot of ballbusting and castration fiction; some was on my personal subreddit, and a lot was on a tumblr that's since been deleted. This is the start of a brand new, very long story I've got in the works.*

*I've got a new hub for all of my stories here (except this one):*
[*https://preunbb.github.io/story-site*](https://preunbb.github.io/story-site)

*Including a dozen or so that have never been posted on Reddit and aren't available anywhere else.*
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"Hey."

"Hi!" Lucas greeted Andrea with a hug, only glancing at her massive cleavage for a second. Her black top hugged her tightly, and if it was cut any lower she’d be indecent. Her makeup, boots, nails, eyeshadow, and lipstick were all the same midnight black. Black fishnet stockings dug into the soft, milky white flesh of her thick thighs, straining slightly as they disappeared into the tops of her heavy, steel-toed leather boots. The web of fabric highlighted the powerful curve of her huge, round ass, which nearly peeked out beneath her miniskirt. Her biceps and thighs looked to be tattooed, but he was too scared to appear rude by staring.

He had on pleated pants and his nicest department store button up.

It was their second date. Lucas desperately hoped it wasn’t their last. Given how awkward their first date had gone, he'd been surprised she'd even called him back and invited him to a nightclub. He’d never been to a club before, but he was willing to try anything to keep her attention.

She looked him up and down skeptically.

“You look nice,” he said weakly.

“Yeah. You look fine.” She headed toward the bouncer and he followed.

The large man blocking the door stared openly at her tits. “Nope. Club’s full.”

“What?” The line was clearly empty.

“It’s full. You two ain’t getting in.” He looked at Lucas like every childhood bully he’d ever known. “At least, he ain’t. You can…with a little help.” He looked over the top of his dark glasses and grabbed his crotch, the fabric beneath tenting lewdly.

Lucas stared and felt sick. Was this guy seriously implying what he thought? The bouncer grinned sneeringly at him.

“In fact, you both can get in. Your little lady just has to jerk me off.” He grinned at her. “And if she likes what she feels, maybe we can meet later too, girlie. You look like you need a real man. Your man can watch, if he wants. He looks like that type.”

“Andrea, let’s go, we don’t need to deal with this.”

“No, it’s ok. You don’t mind, right?” She smiled sweetly at him. “It’s just a little favor for him.”

Lucas' jaw was agape. This was the first time he'd seen her smile, and it was for this.

"Andrea, we can just go to a different club."

"Dont worry honey. I'll be quick." Her voice was sickeningly sweet, like he'd never heard before.

She started to rummage around in the man's pants as if she was fishing for something. The bouncer was just staring at her tits greedily, his smile widening. He didn't notice that hers had disappeared.

"Now stay still." Her bicep tensed. She'd found what she was looking for.

"That's not my cock, whore. Move your hand up if you want me to let you through."

She ignored him. "You really don't need both of them, you know."

Her arm clenched, much harder. The sneering smile disappeared off the man’s face, and he started pulling at her arm desperately. Andrea started to twist. Lucas finally realized she wasn't giving the man a handjob.

"What the fuck, you bitch - let go of my nut!" Lucas noticed how her bicep popped out; her curvy figure hid a terrifying amount of muscle.

"I'm taking the left one, in case you can't tell. It's smaller." She sounded bored. He swung wildly, but Andrea dodged with a look of slight annoyance.

"If you actually hit me, I'll pop the other one too." Her arm was shaking from the force she was squeezing with. From the movement in the man's unfortunately tight jeans, she was digging her thumb into his testicle and twisting it around. Wet crunching sounds were coming from his crotch, and he let out a shrill scream. His arms still flailed but he seemed to be in too much pain to do much.

"Oh God, please stop! I'm sorry I'm sorry i-"

"I'm getting into your epididymis now. Do you know what that is, fuckhead? That's where all your sperm gets stored. It's got tons of nerve endings. Can you feel them?" She rummaged around more, digging and twisting something apart inside his ball. "Try to pass out, it'll save you a lot of pain."

Lucas was paralyzed, and nauseous, and confused. He wanted to throw up. He also wanted to masturbate, immediately, for no rational reason he could figure out. He settled on hunching over and waiting until the goth hottie he barely knew finished rupturing a man's testicle in front of him.

It didn't take long. A louder crunch came from the man's groin now. She pulled her hand out of his pants, his hairy left nut still gripped tightly in her fist. Her black enameled thumbnail was sunk sickeningly deep into it, and still she wormed it deeper and deeper into the core of the testicle. What little bit of flesh peaked between her fist was noticeably out of round, and growing more so with each second.

Then, with a sound like someone stomping on a full bunch of celery in high heels, it collapsed entirely, the front of his scrotum ballooning up suddenly with whatever important bits had been inside the organ.

“OH GODD!!!! OH MY GOD MY FUCKING BALL!!!’

The bouncers convulsed as she lowered him to the ground by his ruptured testicle. Then his eyes rolled up into his head and he mercifully passed out. As he did, his cock spurted limply, dribbles and droplets of white streaked with red and oozing out pointlessly onto his white tee.

Lucas thought he might do the same. He could feel his cock leaking precum nonsensically. She met Lucas' eyes and he swore she almost smiled.

"Hold up. Just want to make sure they can't-"

She wrenched her hand around. More wet, liquidy sounds followed. More pinkish cum stains were created.

"Fix it. This loser's nut was huge - there were still all these chunks. My sister’s a surgeon, she said they can usually repair them if the chunks are big enough. Let me make sure they-”

Another wrench, and quieter squishing.

"Are all gone. There." She rubbed her fingernail back and forth, smoothing out the remaining roughness from the chunks inside his scrotum. The left side of his nutsack was completely slack. She wiped her hand off on the man's tight white tee, then looked disapprovingly at her manicured black nails.

"Hope that stains, dick." He crumpled to the floor. She brought her high heel back and smashed it into his groin, and he barely twitched.

"Have a good life, one-nut. Call me from the hospital, and say hi to my sister for me. Maybe she'll let you have anesthesia when she snips it out.”

Two more hard, cruel kicks to his half-filled scrotum followed. Lucas brainlessly hoped, for the man's sake, that she'd kicked his already popped nut.

"Hey. Are you coming?" She looked back at him over her shoulder, already halfway through the door. He realized he'd been admiring how her skirt was so short he could see the achingly perfect bottom curve of her butt cheeks just barely peaking out, dark shadows hinting at some indecipherable tattoo. Her fishnets perfectly accentuated the curve of her thighs too. Why that was what was on his mind, of all things right now, he had no idea.

He finally made eye contact and blushed at how obviously he’d been gawking. She raised an eyebrow at him, but oddly didn't seem mad.

"We really should get in before the manager finds out."

Lucas followed her inside, trying to make sense of what he just saw happen. He should be running away, not following her obediently like a horny puppy with his cock pointing straight ahead, his voice of reason argued.

He followed her in anyway. —---

"So, what do you wanna drink?" The bar was crowded, and Andrea was pressed up close to Lucas, her pillowy breasts wrapped around his arm.

Destroying a testicle was the first thing that had thawed her frigidity. None of his attempts at small talk in the coffee shop had gotten much more than one word answers and awkward silences. He was happy for the opening, but didn't know what to do with it.

"...Did you seriously just…break that guy's testicle?"

She looked up at him like she was surprised he was still talking about it and rolled her eyes. "Uh, yeah, obviously. He was being super gross. You can't let guys get away with stuff like that." She grabbed a pile of drink napkins from the bar and wiped more gunk off her hands. The club blacklights glowed on the smear left behind.

"We could've just gone somewhere else, but I didn't want to give that guy the power to ruin our date like that. Anyway, we're in now."

"...Isn't that a little...extreme?" Lucas tried to keep his voice calm at the understatement of the century.

She cocked her head at him. "You know I only popped one, right? I wouldn't neuter a guy just for some gross comments."

"It's still...it's still his ball."

"God, you guys are always like this." She turned away from him and he felt his chance with the hottest girl in the world slipping away. "What, is he your friend or something?"

"No! God no! Yeah, he was being very inappropriate. It's just… that's really permanent. For him.”

"I needed to send a clear message, Lucas. Guys can't treat girls like that. And I promise, I made sure that was his smaller ball. He'll still be able to have kids and get boners and everything. He just might walk a little lopsided from now on."

"Sorry, it's just a lot. I've never seen…”

"Never seen a girl defend herself?" She sighed. "I've been taking self defense classes for years. I don't get to use them too often but when I do....I really make sure to get my money's worth."

Lucas started to put his mind back together. "That's not the first time you've done that?”

"Ruptured a testicle in self defense? No, of course not." She got quiet, suddenly.

"But I wasn't always able to defend myself. Guys have always taken the way I dress and the way my body is shaped to mean I'm like….free game, or some shit. Like I'm asking for it because I have a fat ass and nice tits.”

She sighed. "I really didn't mean to scare you. But this is just part of my life, and I'm not going to apologize for setting boundaries in a way that keeps me safe."

Lucas took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, being a girl is so hard - it was just so sudden...I never thought-"

"Guys don't have to think about this," she said bitterly. "But we do. I’ve known guys like that, who have zero concept of a woman's body, or her own mind. They only need a second. They can go from catcalling to propositioning to..." She closed her eyes, clearly suppressing a bad memory.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I just really thought you were…" he trailed off.

"Jerking some asshole off to get into the third best club in town?" She said flatly. "You seriously think I would do that?"

"No, of course not. I get it. You were totally justified. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have made you feel bad about protecting yourself."

"It's ok. You can apologize by getting us some drinks while I take a leak. Something strong, please."

—

He was waiting for their drinks when she got back. He’d ordered two vodkas, but the bartender seemed to be taking forever.

“So, are you still thinking about that guy’s lost ball?”

He’d been trying not to. “Honestly, no. It’s fine. I realized - especially since like you said, you’d only popped one. If you’d taken both that’d be…I mean that’d ruin his life. You wouldn’t do something like that, right?”

"...Yeah, of course I would. Lucas, I’ve emptied entire scrotums in self defense tons of times.”

“Oh.”

“And honestly, you guys exaggerate how bad that is. It’s not life ruining. The only thing they lose is the ability to have kids, and they can always adopt.”

“Well, and they lose out on sex.”

She shrugged. “I've dated nutless guys before. It's not so bad for them.”

“Oh. I thought they wouldn’t be able to, uh….”

"Get their little dicks hard? Nope. Well, the first guy could still get hard like, right after his accident. But it kept shrinking, and after like, 6 weeks it was just a little nub. He couldn’t even make it twitch anymore. It was really difficult for him to adjust to, but we made do until we broke up.”

“Oh." Lucas swallowed. "So you don't mind dating guys you can't have sex with?"

She gave him a flat look. "There’s a lot more to sex than a hard cock, Lucas. Their tongues worked perfectly fine."

"Right. Of course."

"Don’t tell me you’re some kind of Manosphere loser that doesn't eat pussy."

"No, of course! Of course I eat pussy!" He said awkwardly loud, and the girl on the other side of Andrea gave him a withering look.

Lucas has never even seen a pussy in real life, but he wasn't opposed to eating it, in theory. Actually quite the opposite. Actually he was quite interested. Actually he desperately wanted to bury his face between her legs and lick her until she wrapped her fishnets around and came all over his tongue.

Actually, he was starting to leak in his pants again. He shifted awkwardly, and she smirked at his lack of subtlety.

"God, you really are adorable, you know that?"

His stomach fluttered. He had no idea how he was getting the attention of this gorgeous girl. He wished he could think of something smart or funny or cocky to say to that. Guys in the movies always had the best comebacks. He plumbed the depths of his mind for something clever.

"Yeah." IDIOT.

"Plus, when I got tired of sitting on his face, I've got a strapon."

"For them to use on you? They were ok with that? Didn’t that make them feel, uh…emasculated?"

She giggled. "They were definitely emasculated, but they knew I needed it." Then she grinned positively evilly. "And they weren't always the ones wearing it."

"What do you mean?"

"Eunuchs still have prostates." He stared stupidly.

“I butt fucked them, Lucas. It was so fun, and it definitely worked for them once they let themselves enjoy it. I would pound their prostates into jelly, stretching their tight buttholes out until they were looser than me, and they’d squirt their infertile little load all over their belly. It was incredibly cute to see, like a pink little macaroni sneezing out water.”

"Oh." He really needed to say an actual sentence now. "Do they still have their uh...their ball sacks?"

4.0 in undergrad and a doctorate at 22, and that was the best you could come up with?

But she seemed to think it was a perfectly normal question. "Nate got trimmed really neat, like the nurse had wanted to tuck everything away. He just had a smooth scar where they used to hang. But Peter got to keep his ballsack. It was huge - his nuts must've been enormous before he lost them. It would flap everywhere while I buttfucked him. And It'd shrivel up right before he 'came', like he still had testicles to pull up into himself." She used hand quotes for that.

"And they'd both react like girls, like this high pitched twitching and squealing while their asses gripped my plastic cock. Honestly, it was really cute." She winked at him. "You'd look hella cute doing the same."

His eyes widened and the bottom fell out of his stomach. "Um.”

She pulled him in close and slid her hand deliciously downward, beneath his belt. He twitched when she gently circled his nuts. Her perfume smelled like cherry and smoke and broken family trees.

She squeezed him very gently, and he thought about how fast she'd taken the bouncer’s nut. How long would it take her to take him out of the gene pool if she wanted? Could he get her away from himself in time to save one of them?

Did he even want to?

She whispered into his ear. "Would you let me, Lucas? Would you let me snip these little guys off? You could be my third cute eunuch sex slave, one that I made instead of found by accident. You could actually give them to me. It'd be the most romantic thing anyone has ever done for me."

He was shaking. Her fingers drifted over the head of his cock, and he felt her smear his precum around the ridge of it, then slowly stroke downwards.

"I'd do it really nicely. Not like that guy outside. Soft music, scented candles. Rose petals on my bed. I'd lay you spread eagle on some nice red satin sheets on my bed, tie you to the corners and give you anesthesia. Local, so you wouldn't have to feel every slice, but you could watch me take your nuts out. We’d have...one of those really tight little rubber band things around the top-”

"An elastrator." She looked up at him in surprise. "It's called an elastrator. Like, for cows."

She smirked and made a ring with her fingers around his nutcords, squeezing softly in simulation.

"Yeah, exactly. You'd be my cow. Then two little slits and two little snips, and they'd be out. My sister is a surgeon, and I've seen her do it tons of times. It’s really easy."

"Oh fuck. Oh fuck."

"I could keep them in a jar at the head of my bed. You could still stare at them while I pounded you silly."

NO, the voice of rationality screamed at him, reminding him of the thousands of generations of fertile men who had kept their balls intact to bring him into this world.

Hell yeah, his cock screamed idiotically. Now we're making headway! She definitely likes you!

“Don’t you want to be my nutless little buttslut, Lucas?”

"Uh. If you really wanted...I mean- I'd do it. I'd do anything for you." He babbled. "We can adopt - Or I mean we don't need kids - Or I mean maybe you don't want any - I mean that's way too early to talk about - uhhhhhhh. Oh. Oh fuck." She wrapped her hand around the shaft and pumped him harder. Precum boiled out of his nuts and he almost filled his boxers with cum.

Then she broke into laughter. It was the first time he'd heard it, and it was beautiful. "God, your face! I'm kidding. I'm not going to take your balls out, for fucks sake. Come on, dude. You seriously just agreed to get castrated because I thought it was hot?"

"Oh my god." He sighed in relief, and felt weirdly disappointed. "Of course not. I didn't think-i don't think-i of course I knew you were joking. I knew you don't find that kind of thing hot."

"Um, yes, I obviously do. But I know the difference between kink and reality."

"And all that stuff about buttfucking me?" Why did he sound so disappointed?

She grinned. "Oh no, I definitely want to make you my slut. But you can keep your little manhood while I clap those cheeks." She reconsidered, rolling his substantial testicles around in her hand. "Or, maybe not so little."

She pulled her hand out of his pants and he whimpered softly. He would've given his left ball for her to give him one more stroke.

"And yes, it's definitely way too early."

"What?"

She rolled her eyes. "To talk about having kids. It's our second date."

“Oh my god, of course." He was burning up. "I'm sorry I don't know why-"

"It's fine. You thought your balls were on the line. That tends to panic guys. But it was really cute how you agreed so fast." She winked, and licked his precum off her fingers.

"Now, whose balls do I have to crush to actually get a fucking drink around here? Barkeep! Hey! Where the fuck are our shots?"

They finally got their vodka and Lucas paid. She downed hers without waiting for him to finish. He looked down at the tiny glass.

The night had been full of firsts so far. His first time in a club. The first time a girl had ever touched his dick. The first time he'd seen a man lose half of his manhood. The first time a girl had offered to peg him. And neuter him, even if it was a joke. The first time he'd almost cum at the thought of that.

And now, his first shot of alcohol. He brought the glass to his lips and tried to copy her nonchalance. Vodka tasted like burning and regret, apparently.

"What's that face for?"

"Oh I uh...I just like more expensive stuff than that usually."

"...then why did you order well vodka?"

Lucas didn't know what that meant. "I...I mean-'

"Hey! Barkeep!" She snapped her fingers at the guy for attention. "Two of those scotches up there. Yeah, the 20 year MacAvity. We're not some fucking college kids."

Lucas signed the bill for the two little glasses, trying not to look so shocked at the price. Scotch tasted significantly worse than vodka, more like burnt rubber and old cigars, but at least he was prepared enough to keep his face straight.

She stared at him. "Did you just shoot 40 dollars of scotch?"

His face burned up. How was drinking alcohol this complicated? Everything suddenly seemed incredibly complicated. And warm. And a little fuzzy.

"Badass. Well, you're paying." She followed his lead, downing the fantastically expensive little glass and smiling like she enjoyed it. "Now c'mon, let's fucking dance already." She grabbed him by the hand and led him to the dance floor.