Favor for an Ex-Girlfriend, Part 2 (Ann, Michelle)

Even though this was only pretend, when we walked into the clinic, I felt a very real sensation of how humiliating it would be to submit to being castrated. It was clear from the way that I skulked sheepishly behind Michelle as she excitedly rushed in that we had very different attitudes about the appointment.

She bounced to the counter and greeted the receptionist, a young woman in black scrubs that matched her short, bobbed hair, by announcing exuberantly, “Hi! We’re here to see Dr. Smith, it’s about scheduling my boyfriend’s castration!” I was too embarrassed to look at the other people in the waiting room, but I could tell by the sudden silence that they were all looking at us.

The receptionist fixed her dark eyes on me with a bemused smirk, and I looked down at my feet while a blush heated my cheek. “No problem,” she chirped, “I’ll get you checked in, and Dr. Smith should be ready for you soon.” Michelle gave the receptionist my name and insurance information, and the receptionist’s fingers flicked quickly over her keyboard.

“It looks like there’s a referral letter in the system from a therapist,” she said and then paused and her eyes widened. With a flash of mortification, I realized she must be reading the letter. “Nice!” she exclaimed with a broad smile. She slyly eyed the chastity cage key that was hanging on a necklace against Michelle’s bosom, and gave Michelle a nod of admiration before saying, “You’re all set, Dr. Smith will see you soon.”

As we sat down, the receptionist whispered, “Hey, Aditi, check this out!” and a thin, youngish nurse bent down to read the computer screen. I tried to ignore the giggles of the two girls as they read Ann’s letter.

After a few minutes, the nurse, still smiling broadly, strolled around the counter and called my name. I hesitated for a moment, too embarrassed to make eye contact. But Michelle sprung up quickly and. “He’s a little nervous about getting fixed. It’s best if you just talk to me.”

“I bet he is!” Aditi laughed, “I mean it doesn’t hurt or anything, but most guys, uh, I mean, I’ve never seen a guy get this operation without a really good reason.”

“He has a really good reason,” Michelle remarked as she followed Aditi toward an examination room and I trailed behind, “I want him neutered. Tell the nurse that’s a good reason, honey.”

“It’s a very good reason,” I croaked in embarrassment, not looking up.

“Wow, that’s just... wow!” Aditi laughed and then dropping her voice to a whisper leaned in and asked Michelle, “What did he do?”

“Nothing,” Michelle smiled reassuringly, “I just decided that I don’t want him to be capable of doing anything that I don’t want him to be able to do anymore. Ya know?”

“I guess so,” Aditi giggled as she ushered us into the exam room. She had me step on a scale and asked a few general medical history questions, which I answered at Michelle’s command. Aditi seemed impressed by the entire interaction and grinned as she told Michelle, “Dr. Smith will come by soon to explain the operation. I hope it doesn’t scare him too much!”

“Don’t worry,” Michelle laughed, “It won’t make any difference.” The two women shared a knowing, satisfied look, and Aditi gave me a little wave as she left. I had been trying not to notice how attractive she was, with her sleek hair, dark eyes and playful smile. While Ann and Michelle had my cock locked, I couldn’t appreciate female beauty without a pang of suffering knowing that any mental stimulation would just lead to uncomfortable physical longing. As I took in Aditi’s amusement at the idea that Michelle was going to have me castrated, I felt like my current situation was worse than castration. At the same time, the feeling made me more eager to please Michelle, so I bowed my head and stayed silent until Dr. Smith entered.

Dr. Smith was a tall blonde woman, who would have been intimidating even if my ego hadn’t been crushed by the situation that Michelle had me in. “I have to admit,” she said in a pleasant but businesslike tone, “I haven’t encountered something quite like this before. The referral letter says that you want to be totally emasculated. Is that right?”

I glanced nervously at Michelle, who said calmly, “Tell the doctor you want to be neutered.”

“Yes, Miss,” I said reflexively, “I want to be neutered.” I blushed, and Dr. Smith laughed in surprise at my quick obedience.

“You want a full nullification?” she asked, recovering her professional composure, “And you understand what that means? Your genitals will be removed, which will make you incapable of physical pleasure there and unable to father biological children.”

I looked at Michelle, who nodded. “Yes,” I said with my eyes fixed on the floor.

“He doesn’t have sex anyway. You know that his dick’s been locked up for two years, right?” Michelle added, cheerfully jangling the key, “and I don’t want kids.”

Dr. Smith looked from Michelle to me in disbelief and then, fixing her eyes intently on me asked, “You understand that this operation is irreversible, right? After the operation, they will be gone forever.”

I looked at Michelle, who was smirking. “Tell the doctor you understand,” she commanded.

“I understand,” I said, looking at the ground again.

“Well,” Dr. Smith said thoughtfully, “this is unusual, but the referral is in order, and if you sign the consent form, there’s no legal reason that I shouldn’t perform the operation. I’ll explain the procedure so that you fully understand what will happen. Then, you can make an informed decision to sign the form.”

As Dr. Smith described the operation step-by-step, Michelle listened and nodded with obvious excitement. I could hear my heartbeat pounding in my ears and I felt like the room was spinning. Can someone pass out from embarrassment? I was so preoccupied with anxious thoughts about how much Michelle seemed to really want me castrated that I barely followed what Dr. Smith was saying. As she described in horrifying detail clamping and then cutting the cords that attached my balls to my body, I felt like I was floating out of my body and tried to think about something else. I kept fixating on the ecstatic delight on Michelle’s face and wondering if she really wanted my balls cut off.

I was brought back to reality by the sound of Dr. Smith and then Michelle saying my name emphatically. I realized with a jolt that Dr. Smith had finished her explanation, and the nurse, Aditi, was now standing in front of me holding out an electronic tablet.

“These are the forms we need you to sign to get you fixed,” Aditi said with a sweet smile, then looked at Michelle and added, sympathetically, “I think he’s having second thoughts.”

“Don’t worry,” Michelle grinned, “he’ll sign them.”

And I did.

~~

“Please just unlock it already!” I heard a tremor in my voice, but I couldn’t help it. I was desperate to get control of my own dick again. It wasn’t just that I was insanely horny (I now had a constant tightness in my abdomen and blue-ball soreness even when Michelle or Ann weren’t cracking my nuts). It was getting harder and harder for me not to instinctively do anything they told me. A few more weeks like this, and I might be willing to let them schedule my castration for real.

I was standing in the middle of Ann’s office, naked from the waist down. I’d enthusiastically stripped down when Michelle ordered me to, excited to finally get my dick unlocked. But Michelle had grinned with a look of superiority and casually fingered the key hanging around her neck.

“The test is over,” I begged, “you learned what you wanted. They’ll schedule appoints for....” I trailed off, too embarrassed to finish the sentence.

“Women who want their guys fixed,” Michelle teased, “This is going to improve a lot of relationships. It probably would have improved ours. Seriously, I’ve been thinking, if you go through with the appointment, we can get back together.”

“You mean...?” I stammered.

“I’m sorry I was pressuring you about kids, but I can give that up,” she said, her sweet voice taking on an edge, “if you give me your balls.”

“No fucking way,” I snapped in shock.

“Ok, I get it,” Michelle said coldly, “It was never about kids, was it? It was about me. And you want to keep you little balls so you can get someone else pregnant, huh?”

“No,” I said in a rush, knowing I fucked up, “You can’t really take my balls. It’s not even fair to ask. Please, just unlock my dick so I can think clearly, cuz right now it is so hard to say no to you.”

“Hmf,” she huffed and rolled her eyes.

“You aren’t getting unlocked for another week,” Ann interjected, “And you have to go through with the appointment.”

“Please,” I whined, “just unlock me, I’m not letting you cut off my balls for real!”

“Yes,” Ann said with an exasperated sigh, “you’ve made your feelings about how important you think your nuts are very clear. Relax. If you cancel, Dr. Smith might doubt my referrals and not neuter the next guy I send to her. So, you need to show up for the appointment, but give them a medical reason to stop while you’re still intact.”

“How?” I asked despondently.

“Anesthesia allergy,” Ann explained proudly, “Michelle asked that you be fully sedated for the surgery. When they put the mask on your face and ask you to count down from 10, start coughing instead and say you can’t breathe. It happens all the time, and they won’t think anything is unusual about someone canceling an elective surgery after it. You’ll get to keep your balls, and you won’t mess it up for any of the women who want their guys to lose theirs.”

I looked at the ground, unable to say anything other than, “Ok.”

“Just be sure to start coughing before you get to 7,” Ann added with a sly smile, “If you go to sleep, you’re waking up ball-less.”

~~

The surgery was scheduled for two weeks after the consultation. Which meant that I had 14 full days of Michelle putting my balls through hell. She was obviously pissed that I had rejected her offer of coming back to her as a eunuch. Night after night, she icily told me to spread my legs and then silently huffed as her boot slammed into my nuts again and again until I was unable to stand.

The night before the surgery, she stood over me so that my eyes had to climb her powerful legs and peer over her shelf-like chest to see the supercilious smile on her face. “After our little act ends tomorrow, I guess you’ll be free. I hope you enjoy what’s left of your balls” she mocked, then ground the toe of her boot into them while I yelped.

My balls were swollen and bruised when we arrived at the hospital, but mercifully still intact. I secretly planned to get a sperm test as soon as I was unlocked, to make sure she and Ann hadn’t sterilized me. This whole experience had made me realize how unimaginably devastating something serious happening to them would be, and how stupid I was to let Ann and Michelle do what they did. As soon as I was unlocked, I was never going to make that mistake again!

“We’re here for his castration,” Michelle gleefully announced to the nurse at the desk and everyone else in the waiting room. The women smiled or laughed while the men looked horrified.

The nurse, a slim, shy looking redhead, gasped and said hurriedly, “Oh, oh, yes, uh, that one. I mean there’s only one guy today getting, uh, that done today. I’m so sorry!” The look of horrified sympathy in her big brown eyes as she looked at me made me feel even smaller, like she already saw me as something less that a full man.

“You’ve never assisted on an orchiectomy, have you?” a tall brunette nurse remarked from behind her.

“No,” the redhead said softly, shaking her head.

“It’s a good learning experience,” the more experienced nurse responded, “I’ll cover the desk, you go get him prepped, then you can help with the” she made two quick snipping gestures with her fingers and winked at me. My cheeks burned, and I stared at the floor as she snorted with laughter.

I was too embarrassed to look up, but I felt the younger nurse softly lift my arm and fasten a hospital bracelet to my wrist. “Aww,” she cooed, “you’re really nervous, aren’t you? Come on back and we’ll get it over with quick.” She gently tugged on my wrist and started to guide me down the hallway.

When we were in the pre-op room, the shy redhaired nurse handed me a hospital gown. I’m not sure if she politely looked away while I changed into it to save me embarrassment or her, but it turned out to be a pointless gesture because as soon as I was on the bed she lifted up the front of the gown, revealing my caged and battered manhood.

“Oh my gosh,” she gasped, “you’re so beat up down there! Are these injuries why you have to get castrated?”

Michelle snorted, “No. He has to get castrated because I want him ball-less and he wants to make me happy. The bruises are just because I got a little carried away saying goodbye to them. Isn’t that right?”

“That’s right,” I squeaked humbly.

The nurse’s eyes widened in surprise, but the expression on her face soon settled into curiosity more than shock.

“And what’s this?” she asked Michelle as she gently prodded the flat cage with her finger.

“That’s how I make sure he does whatever I want,” Michelle grinned, holding up the key, “And he doesn’t get to have any fun with his little worm unless I say so.”

Admiration filled the surprised nurse’s eyes. “Wow, that’s so fucking cool,” she said before recovering her professional demeanor and adding, “But I’ll have to ask you to remove it so that I can shave the area for surgery.”

“Do you absolutely need to?” Michelle asked skeptically, “I don’t want him to have a chance of getting hard before I have his balls in my purse.”

The redhaired nurse grinned mischievously. “Well,” she drawled, “I could administer the dorsal penile nerve blocker now. That would make it physically impossible for him to become erect. I normally wait and the anesthesiologist does it because otherwise I have to ask the patient’s permission, and, uh, it’s kind of embarrassing asking a guy if you can wilt his dick. But you’re making the decisions, right? So, is it ok if I do it now?”

“Tell the nice girl that she can wilt your dick,” Michelle commanded, and I reflexively said, “You can wilt my dick.”

She giggled and looked very satisfied as she prepared the injection. Michelle unlocked the cage, and my dick slowly began to creep out of my abdomen. My heart rose with excitement at finally being free and a hundred fantasies how I wanted to fuck Michelle and the redheaded nurse flood my mind. But the rush was short-lived. As I felt my dick start to tingle back to life, the nurse took it in her slim fingers, then a sharp jab in pain at the base of my cock chased all the fantasies from my mind. “There!” she proclaimed happily, “Now we just have to wait 10 to 15 minutes for the block to take effect.”

“10 to 15 minutes?” Michelle scoffed, “I’ve got a fast way to keep his dick droopy. Spread your legs wide.”

I obeyed. Then, overwhelming pain filled my abdomen and I felt like vomiting.

“Keep your legs spread,” Michelle ordered, and I realized that she had punched me in the balls a fraction of a second before her second punch landed. “See,” she smiled, flicking my deflated dick, “If he starts to get hard again, just give him a fullforce punch.”

“Oh, I couldn’t do that!” the nurse objected.

“Are you scared you’re going to break them?” Michelle teased, “In a few hours they aren’t even going to be attached to him anyway. Tell her she can punch you as hard as she wants.”

“You can punch me as hard as you want,” I groaned.

“Go on, give it a try,” Michelle encouraged as I obediently spread my legs.

The nurse bit her lower lip and her face flushed with excitement or embarrassment as she drew back and launched her boney knuckles directly into my tender balls, which felt for a moment like they both had burst. I whimpered in defeated pain as Michelle complemented the nurse’s power, and the nurse giggled.

Whether it was from the nerve block of the intense pain in my balls, I stayed limp the entire time the nurse shaved me. I was already recently groomed, but the shave took a surprisingly long time nonetheless. Throughout the entire process, the nurse’s dexterous fingers were gripping my nuts in one way or another, sometimes seeming to gauge how swollen they were, other times adding to that swelling with abrupt squeezes.

At the end of the shave, the redhaired nurse seemed exceptionally pleased and had a dreamy, contented smile on her face as she started an IV drip in my arm.

I was thankful that this whole ordeal was almost over. I was mentally rehearsing how to cough and fake an allergic reaction to the anesthetic when the tall, brunette nurse that we’d seen at the reception desk strode into the room.

“I’m the anesthesiologist,” she said to Michelle, “I’m just going to put him under, and we’ll have him nullified for you in no time!” She then glanced at me and added, “It’s not like he has much to lose in the first place.”

I was so humiliated by her unexpected teasing, that it took my brain longer than it should have to realize that she was injecting something into my IV line.

“Wait!” I sputtered.

“Night night,” she grinned, “be sure to say goodbye to your junk in your dreams.”

I tried to scream and jump out of the bed, but I didn’t make a sound or move, and, in an instant, I was lost in total darkness.

~~

The first thing that I saw when the world slowly rematerialized around me was Michelle’s face. Her lips were tightly pursed, and her expression seemed sympathetic, but there was an unmistakable glint of amusement in her eyes as she asked, “How do you feel?”

“My balls...” I croaked as I tried to will myself awake enough to check if I was still intact.

“I have them right here,” Michelle said in an incongruously reassuring tone. The corners of her mouth pulled into a smirk as she held up a small jar. I stared in disbelief at the two pale orbs floating in it. The first thought that sprung to my mind was that they couldn’t really be that small. Had they deflated or something after the swelling had gone down? Were these really the same organs that seemed so monumental when they were between my legs now so pathetic and insignificant as Michelle casually rotated the jar between her fingers?

I was now conscious enough to move my hands to my crotch, and I pawed helplessly at the flat gauze covering that I found there.

“I can’t feel my dick,” I whimpered, “Does it still work?”

“Weren’t you even paying attention when Dr. Smith explained the surgery?” Michelle asked with a widening grin, “We didn’t just castrate you, we nullified you! She took your dick, your sac, all of it. You’re smooth like a Ken doll down there now.”

I pressed desperately at the gauze, but I knew that she was telling the truth. I literally had nothing there anymore.

“Aww,” she cooed, “I gotta admit, you’re so cute totally emasculated!”

“Where?” I managed to ask tearfully.

“Ann already picked up your dick and sac. As soon as I texted her that Dr. Smith was nullifying you for real, she said she wanted to take them to someone she knows who cures leather. I guess your cock is going to be a bookmark and your sac a cute little lipstick pouch,” she shrugged, “You can’t do anything with them now, but it’s cool they can still be kinda useful.”

“Why didn’t you stop them?” I asked, although I already knew the answer.

“Hey, it’s not my fault,” she said aggressively, “If you weren’t paying attention to how they were going to cut your cock off, how do you expect me to have been paying attention when they explained how they were putting you under? I was just as surprised as you when you didn’t get a chance to wuss out at the gas part. You can ask anyone in the room. I said I changed my mind, that it was all a game. I begged them to save your stupid little junk. Put I couldn’t do anything legally to stop them. Remember, you’re the one who made all of the choices. You said it was what you wanted, you signed all the forms. I’m just a supportive friend, like Ann. We had no power to stop them from doing what you wanted.”

“Fuck,” I groaned. I knew that this would be exactly what she would say in court if I tried to get justice. And what justice could I even get? She and Ann had already literally taken my manhood, and no one could give it back to me. So, I started to think about the future instead.

“Ok, you got what you wanted” I admitted, “so I guess I’m, what?, your eunuch pet or Ken doll boyfriend or something. I’ll still get to go down on you and play with your tits, right?”

Looking at her then, I was filled with even more desire than I had ever been as an intact male. Burying my tongue in her until she shook with pleasure, or gently caressing her plump breasts was all I wanted.

“No,” she laughed, “You already missed your chance at that. I’m not taking you back now that you’re dickless and no other girl would want you. It’s cool that I got your balls as souvenirs, but that’s the last thing I ever want from you. Don’t try to contact me again. If you feel lonely, though, just remember that there’s a good chance Ann and I are playing with your cock and balls, which is so much more that we would ever do if they were attached.

She no longer concealed a triumphant smile as she slipped the jar containing my nuts into her purse and walked out of the hospital room. That was the last time I saw her, and I never tried to contact Ann either. But I still think about both of them every day and know that if they ever asked I would eagerly do anything that I could to physically please them.