Even the words “castration” and “cut off” are arousing to me. In reality, I don’t really want to lose them, but in fantasy, I can’t seem to cum at all without thinking that once I’m finished with my “last cum” off the gonads go! I can’t remember a time when I climaxed without dreaming that “this was it,” and I would lose them. Over time, I began to look forward to the next occasion when the guy would ask, “Are you ready to be castrated.”Īs the years wore on, this fantasy became worn out and I went on to dreaming up various other ways to get off while fantasizing about having them cut off. but in my embarrassment and humiliation, I had to agree to let them do this to me again. And when I was finished squirting my last drop of sperm, I’d say “Okay.” In the fantasy, though, whenever I gave my consent, they would announce that I was going to be able to keep them this time, to my great relief. While I feverishly jerked off, they would hold a large hunting knife to my banded ball bag which, in the fantasy, always heightened my pleasures.
I would ask them to allow me to cum one last time before they nutted me and they would consent, but with the stipulation being that I had to jerk off myself in front of them and then when I was ready to cum, I had to say “okay,” so that I was agreeing to my emasculation and that they they could claim that I had asked for it. They would lure me into their van, have me bend over a bench, drop my pants and underwear, band my balls and ask me if I had any final wishes before I lost them. Over time, however, I began to harbor fantasies of being castrated by these two. Not knowing what that was, I went home and looked it up. When he realized that I was attracted to his fiancé, he teasingly asked me, “Would you like to be castrated?” In high school I fell in “lust” with a gorgeous Mulatto girl who happened to be engaged to a college student a few years older than me. This story is fiction laced with reality and the two intertwine and overlap!
In reality, I would not really like to lose my balls just fantasize about it. I can trace my obsession with castration to when I was a teenager.
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