My Ultimate Castration Story by Tony Strang

He was feeling really, really horny because of a strenuous work week. He had not masturbated or had any sex for a week. He was now indulging in his favorite fantasy, being castrated. It was a very strong, driving fantasy which aroused him very much. He visualized it happening in various ways, but he knew it was only a fantasy although at times he wondered if it might become more than that But no, it wouldn’t, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t exciting to think about. Kurt had joined various BDSM sites but no real opportunities for CBT, ass whipping, or castration play had come of it. The offers he received or sent never materialized. Most of the time the other party to the negotiation dropped out of the conversation or failed to show up to meet once a time and place were set. Others wanted money. Some of these others wanted it up front for credit card information, revealing themselves to be scammers. Others that seemed real were located too far away to be practical. He had recently moved from a rural area that was not heavily populated into a more urban area. The new area seemed to offer more possibilities, but in reality it was still like he was in a desert.

One Friday night, he received a message on a site from a person who suggested that they had complementary interests and should consider getting together for a moderate session of ass whipping and a little gentle castration play. Kurt was excited, but not optimistic after his previous experiences. This offer came from someone with a reasonable distance away, and even if they didn’t show, he was not out much time. The other had asked if he ever found himself really castrated, “What would you do?” Kurt replied truthfully that if no medical complications occurred, he would just accept what happened. Because of his position he could not report it since he could not afford all the complications and humiliation that would occur if the castration ever became public, especially through some law enforcement action.

Kurt had been asked this question before. He thought it was just a ruse by the other in inflame his desire and to make sure he would be more interested. No one would really castrate him. Kurt was very interested. After an exchange of messages, it was arranged for Kurt to appear at a particular time at a home the next evening. There was always the possibility that this was a hoax, but Kurt was excited anyway. The nature of the messages and the fact he was given an acutal address was encouraging. He grew more horny and excited as time went on. Throughout the next day his desire grew and grew. He fantasized about really being castrated. He could hardly control his urge to put his testicles in peril and to really have them cut off, but not really.

 He arrived at the agreed upon location at the proper time. His host answered the door wearing only a light robe. The robe was partially open revealing that there was nothing on underneath. “Nice to see you Kurt,” said his host. “Come into my playroom.” Kurt was led into a room in the rear of the house. The room appeared to be sound proofed and it was very warm. There were only four objects in the room, an open footlocker, a large closet, stand-alone wooden cabinet, a small portable table, and a very heavy wooden table whose surface was about thee feet square. Heavy metal eyelets were screwed into the legs of that table just above the floor.

"We will have a great, unforgettable time together Kurt. To maximize the intensity of both our pleasures, you will do exactly as I tell you. First take this Viagra. I like a playmate to have a really hard cock for an extended time.” Kurt obeyed although his cock was hard and noticeably stretching the front of his pants. “We will now have a little fruit juice to give the Viagra time to work. We’ll go back to the living room to watch a short video of an ass strapping to help you get in the mood during this time.” It was a very erotic ass strapping video in which both the strapper and the strapped appeared to enjoy themselves immensely. Kurt was further aroused and the Viagra was obviously working well. His cock was very, very hard.

 “Now Kurt, it is time for some great , but gentle fun. Come back into the playroom. Take off all your clothes, Fold them neatly and place them in a neat stack on the table.” Kurt obeyed. His host then took Kurt’s clothes and locked them in the footlocker. His host disrobed while saying, “Now Kurt, you must orally service me to show that you are a dedicated, serious playmate.” Kurt instantly obeyed. The action was exciting and quite extended his already quite hard cock almost unbearably. Throughout this activity, Kurt’s host grasped and rigorously stretched Kurt’s testicles, amplifying Kurt’s pleasure. His host opened the cabinet and Kurt was amazed at its contents. “Now Kurt, we will slightly restrain you. This is only to make sure you don’t move so that I can aim properly while I am strapping your ass. Come over and stand by the table. Kurt quickly moved to the spot his host indicated. While Kurt was standing by the table, his host put leather restraints on his ankles and wrists, tightening them enough so that it would be impossible to slip out of them. He then bent Kurt over the table and tied each wrist restraint securely to the corresponding rear table leg. Kurt could not move but a tiny, tiny bit. His ass was exposed for any blows that his host might choose to deliver. His balls hung down so they were completely at the will of the host.

 “Now Kurt, let’s see if we can just put a little bit of color on that white ass of yours.” Kurt felt his ass first being softly and sensuously fondled and stroked by hand. Then, his ass was teased sensuously wth a strap end. It was a nice feeling. Whap! The strap struck his ass sharply. The impact painfully contrasted to the sensuous teasing but the sharp pain quickly receeded into a warm, pleasant, glowing pain. Some more teasing followed. Then Wham! Wham! Wham! Harder blows than before. More teasing, followed by more and more intense blows. The contrasting teasing, sharp painful blows, and the following receeding pain began to meld into a pain/pleasure response and he was feeling intensely satisfied by it. The strapping stopped abruptly. Again his as was gently and sensuously teased and stroked by hand. “Well Kurt, your ass is a nice dark, rosy red, but somehow it needs something more. Ah, maybe just a couple of slight marks.” After the remark, Kurt felt his ass being teased by what must be a single-tailed whip. Swish! Crack! The whip bit into his ass, a sharp, searing pain that remained sharp for a while before receeding. More teasing, then another swish and crack. Kurt thought, “I’m glad there is only going to be a couple of blows like that.” He was terribly wrong. The teasing alternating by blows continued. At first Kurt could hardly bear it and wished that he had never made this date, but soon fell into an almost hypnotic, ecstatic state and found himslf wishing for the next blow. Then the whipping stopped. His ass stung like hell but it was more a warm, stingy feeling. His cock remained quite rigid.

 “Now Kurt, you can rest a bit and savor the feeling of your purple, well striped ass. A work of art, if I say so myself. Now we’ll tease your testicles just a little bit. Kurt heard his host arranging some items on the portable table. Some items sounded metallic. Kurt felt his testicles being gently grasped and fondled. They were stretched and gently but voluptously slapped. “I have here a dull plastic knife whidh I’m going to pretend to use to cut into your scrotum.” Kurt felt the plastic knife scraping down, back and forth on his scrotum interspersed with more fondling and stretching. He reveled in his fantasy that his balls were being cut off. His cock was now almost painfully hard. This continued for a while. Kurt had never felt such intense pleasure as he dreamed of his balls getting cut off.

“Let’s try something a tiny bit sharper, but much more exciting for you.” Kurt heard a metallic sound as something was picked up off the table and again his testicles were fondled and stretched and the blade was gently drawn up and down his scrotom. He could tell the blade was metal and much sharper than the plastic knife but the blade was so gently drawn that if felt like a nice scratch. Kurt fell deeper and deeper into his fantasy that he was being castrated. His cock was very painfully but intensely hard. He could feel it painfully curved upward. He began to wish that his cravings were not just a fantasy. Kurt felt the skin of the scrotom being pulled away from his testicle. And he felt a sharp prick, then felt a long slit was being made in his scrotom. At first his euphoria became tempered by alarm, but his lifeong craving intensified. Quickly, the skin was pulled away from his right testicle and anothet long slit in the scrotom was made. It was going to be an exposure. His scrotom and testicles felt painful but ecstatically pleasantly so. He was totally euphoric and wanted to say at first when he realized what was happening: “Don’t! Stop! Don’t! Stop!” but he realized what he really wanted to say was: “Don’t stop! Don’t Stop!”

Kurt now wanted to be castrated fully. It was no longer just a fantacy. He was in an intense ecstatic state of ultimate sexual arousal. He was savoring and intensely wanted to continue savoring his castration. “Hurt them! Take Them!” and Kurt groaned as he felt his testicles being pulled out of his scrotum and being left to dangle there. “Nice testicles, Kurt. Now let’s jus see if they can feel a bit of pain.” Kurt felt his left testicle being pulled down, then the sharp prick as a needle was jabbed into it. Then the same happened with his right testicle. The left testicle again, then the right - his testicles became loaded with needles. Still, he was in a total state of euphoria. Next Kurt felt his tubes being tied. He wanted the session to last longer, but he knew his fantasy was about to be fullfilled. Kurt felt the knife on the tubes of his left testicle. He felt it cut off. He involuntarily started an explosive, seismic orgasm. It continued as he felt his right testicle cut off. His euphoria abated a bit now, as he was painfully satisfied - much more satisfied than he had ever been in his life. He had just had the ultimate sexual experience and lingered, warmly basking in the afterglow of his castration. He felt his host cleaning his incision and expertly suturing it closed. He was left to rest on the table for a while. His restraints were then removed. He was aided to his feet and led to a bedroom to rest. He was also given his clothes.

 “Well Kurt, we’ve had a little castration play. I’m giving you this bottle of antibiotics and you must take one every twelve hours until they are gone. We don’t want any infections to occur. We don’t want you to have to break your promise about not telling anyone. I’ll drive you home in your vehicle. A friend will pick me up nearby and return me here. I hope you have enjoyed our little play as much as I have. Kurt was now an It. The full realization of the meaning of this had yet to occur, but Kurt was a person of his word. He never told, but made up a story whenever he had to have a physical exam.

 There was a lesson to learn here.

 Be careful what you ask for because you just might get it.