Castration is Love

A new Big Mama castratrix sets up shop in the town.

All the sissies began to drift in and flit to the little clinic building, magnetically drawn to it from all over the city. They crowd the outside of the building, pressing their faces against the windows and glass doors murmuring, “Do me”, “Take me”, “Me next”. All are anxious for relief from the curse of maleness.

But the Big Mama is in no hurry. She takes her time with each sissy making sure they will be happy and healthy after they leave. For her it is not a job but a special mission of love. She loves all the sissies and she loves taking their maleness.

The powerful influence the Big Mama radiates is so great that many seemingly normal men become transformed into soft, weak sissies begging and murmuring in the cluster around the clinic.

Each sissy takes his turn and lies naked on the snipping table gazing upwards at the Big Mama with great love and gratitude, knowing that soon the little male eggs between his legs will be removed forever.

Anne, a lady plastic surgeon, goes out for dinner and drinks with her new friends, Kristi and Brad, who are romantically involved.

Over drinks, Anne reveals her profession and the surgical procedure she most frequently performs: orchiectomy. Kristi jokes that Brad might benefit from that and Anne jokes that they should come for a consultation at her clinic.

They decide that there is no time like the present so they get in their cars and drive to Anne’s clinic which is dark and closed up for the night.

Anne lets them in and takes them to her exam/procedure room and tells Brad to take off his pants and get up on her exam/procedure table so she can give him an exam.

While she is inspecting Brad’s scrotum and testicles and talking about all the men she has performed orchiectomies on he becomes unexpectedly and almost violently aroused. He squirms, moans, shudders and shakes and his penis becomes burstingly erect. The women try to calm him but he gabs his penis and begins masturbating with great urgency and soon sprays his entire front with semen, saturating his clothing. He lies in a semi-conscious state. He has just masturbated and ejaculated in front of a respected medical professional that he has only recently met.

Anne stands back away from the table and eyes her new friends coldly. She says, “I think you two had better leave.” This unfortunate incident marked the end of their new friendship.

“No, no, doctor! Don’t take my testicles!” he cried.

“Yes,” she said, “I’ve done it to a lot of men. I love it. And now I want to do it to you. So just lay back, spread you legs and present your scrotum. You wouldn’t have come to see me today if you didn’t want it.”

“Oh, oh, oh! I can’t help it,” he whimpered.

“You’re probably wondering about the changes you’ve been going through,” she said. “And you probably suspect that I may have something to do with them. Well, you’re right. You have now become a ‘Pig-man’. It is the result of the practice of an occult craft and science known only to a few initiates. You have been rendered my complete slave. If you try to leave my sphere of influence you will quickly degenerate into a drooling, leering pervert that helplessly masturbates in public and will be quickly apprehended and institutionalized.”

Ronnie stared in dull, disbelieving silence. “I am fucked,” was all he could manage to think.

“You may have also wondered if the condition is permanent,” she continued with a smile. “Or maybe not, to judge from your slack-jawed stare. Anyway, there is a possible antidote that can act to reverse these changes and return you to your previous state. Unfortunately, it involves a pretty major sacrifice, the loss of your testicles.”

“But for now, you must be trained to be a good slave. And that means punishment. Please follow me.”

He followed her to a room in a part of a house he had never been before. They entered the room and he was stunned at all the instruments of BDSM bondage and torture in it. She led him to a bondage frame and told him to strip and get into it and then she strapped him down, leaving him totally immobile with his genitals very exposed and vulnerable.

“I’m not a sadist,” she said calmly. “But I do take pleasure in seeing that the points I am making are being taken as intended.” She grabbed him by the balls, squeezing hard. He howled in pain.

After torturing him for a half hour she told him she was also capable of giving intense pleasure. She then proceeded to sodomize and masturbate him until he had an ejaculation so intense he blacked out.

He was so worn out that the Dark Lady allowed him to sleep on a cot in her dingy basement that night instead of sending home to his apartment.

[ Oops. I forgot the assistants. Oh well, maybe I’ll rewrite it some other day. ]

The boy’s name is Ronnie.

He begins to undergo a transformation. His erogenous zones, his lips, nipples, genitals, prostate and rectum, grow larger and are often very sensitive and swollen. He has to buy new clothes that give these parts more room and don’t rub and stimulate them as much.

Since his genitals are often engorged this has changed the way he walks, he has to walk with his legs further apart, giving him a bowlegged look.

The Dark Lady and her assistants notice these changes and smile.

Ronnie experiences mental changes as well. He becomes relieved of many of the higher functions of his mind and settles down to a state that is almost totally focused on basic bodily needs and sensations. The expression on his face changes. Instead of the shy, delicate, effeminate look he now wears a coarse, brutish, almost leering expression on his face.

His sex habits also change. When he returns to his tiny one-room efficiency apartment after work he strips off his clothes, gets into bed and starts indulging in prolonged bouts of self stimulation.

He bought a number of masturbation sleeves and learned to use them to give himself intense pleasure.

Where he had only occasionally indulged in anal stimulation this began to be a big part of his private activities. He purchased and became proficient with vibrating butt plugs and dildos.

His focus on his rectum and prostate became so great that he started wearing a butt plug while working for the Dark Lady. He also began taking breaks at work to lock himself in her dingy basement bathroom to urgently masturbate.

The Dark Lady and her assistants were not slow to notice these changes. Ronnie often experienced his most intense erections when in the presence of the Dark Lady. She called him one day to come into her office. While she was talking to him he couldn’t resist touching his erection and rubbing it a little through his pants.

The Dark Lady noticed and said that he obviously didn’t know that it was rude to touch himself in front of a lady. She said she was afraid that he was going to have to learn some discipline. He grunted and squirmed in his chair.