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PSB is quite an unusual person in that she is an actual woman that is into femdom castration fantasies. She comes to it from a very strong lesbian perspective. It’s quite refreshing.

Her art has matured quite a bit over the years. My main quibbles are that the compositions tend to be too static and samey and she always depicts penectomies, which don’t appeal to me as I prefer testicle-only castration

She’s had a bit of back luck recently. The Admin gods at Twitter suspended her account. Typical humorless, prudish jerks. Here are her other online locations:

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“Two Amazons caught another man intruding their territory. As per custom, every male who dares enter the holy Sapphic land must pay a heavy toll with their manhoods, as it forbidden for their kind to enter their realm.”

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“Double Jeopardy” by Abelard, edited by ADMIN

[Note: This fantasy takes place in an imaginary Florida where the age of consent is 19. When Stephen, the narrator of the story, has sex with an 18-year old girl it is therefore underage sex. But in reality it is not underage. OK?]

Summary: Finding a safe hideaway proves to have unforeseen consequences which result in a new gelding in the stable


You know how it is, a little trouble here, a little trouble there. The next thing you know it is best to leave town. This happened to me about six months ago. If I had been able to see into the future, I expect I would have stayed where I was, or would I?

Anyway, I ended up in Florida, pretty well broke and not in any position to be picky about a job. The first thing that came up was at a very upmarket girls school well out of town. I didn’t think much of the job, and I certainly didn’t think much of the headmistress of the school Mrs Williams. She was a sharp woman, just the wrong side of 40, not unattractive but clearly very used to having her own way. Like I said, I was in no position to be choosy and the place was rather out of the way which suited me just then. The money was poor but I got all my food free and I had a little room at the back of the kitchens.

Everything went fine for a while, I can’t say I took to Mrs. Williams any more than I had at first sight, but I got on with the job and kept my head down. Mostly I had to work in the stables, like I said, this was a very upmarket school and they had quite a few ponies and horses. By and large, I didn’t have two interact with the students, who were mostly stuck up bitches anyway. I had to watch out for Mrs. Williams as she was always snooping around checking up on what I did. I learnt not to backchat her as she had a sharp tongue in her head, anyway I couldn’t afford to upset her, so mostly I just bit my tongue and did as I was told.

Like I said, mostly I kept out of the way of the students, I’m not completely stupid and I could see that there could be trouble. Mostly they treated me like dirt anyway, so it wasn’t too difficult keeping my distance. However, the odd one or two could be pleasant and it’s difficult not to respond when somebody talks to you nicely. I remember one girl, Sabine, seem to like talking to me while I was saddling her horse for her. Her father was the CEO of some huge company and best buddies with the state governor, leastways that’s how she told it.

It was the day of some stupid hockey match, in the afternoon, when the shit really hit the fan. I didn’t take a great deal of notice, but I think it was some kind of grudge match, so everyone was on the sports field. Except me of course, I was in the stables shoveling shit.

It was a really hot day and I was surprised when Sabine showed up. She was dressed in jodhpurs and a polo shirt. She was a fine looking girl with long dark hair and those jodhpurs really were a snug fit. The polo shirt wasn’t exactly oversize either and her breasts were straining to get out. She told me to saddle her horse and I started getting the tack ready for her. I asked her why she wasn’t at the match and she replied, “too boring, I can think of so many better things to do”. I replied, “such as riding”. She said “well yes, I do like riding, and being ridden, don’t you?” Now that kind of question just leads to trouble and I suppose I should have known better, but hell, it was a hot day and this girl was coming on strong and I hadn’t had a woman in six months. “Yeah, but not horses,” I replied.

Well, one thing lead to another and within five minutes she had her back to the saddle horse, on which the saddles were kept, with her jodhpurs round her knees, and me licking on that sweet sweet pussy. Boy, did it taste good. I started licking and sucking and she started moaning and coming. If I had any sense it should have ended there, of course, but my dick hasn’t got any sense, so when she turned round and poked her rump out at me what was I to do but to pile on in. You could say we were both pretty distracted by then, so neither of us noticed Mrs. Williams come quietly into the stables and stand behind us. I nearly had a heart attack when she chimed in with:

“Well Sabine, I don’t expect your father will be too pleased when you’re sent home in disgrace for rutting with the stable boy. And as for you, Stephen, I don’t suppose you are familiar with the statutory rape laws in Florida. You see, under state law 794.05, if the male is 24 years old or more and the female 18 years or under, the penalty is 15 years.”

“When you run a girls boarding school you need to know these things,” she said as an aside.

She went on, “However, there may just be another way to deal with this incident. You, Sabine, are going to be our first student who obtains a place in the Sorbonne, and it would be a great shame if that didn’t happen. As for you, Stephen, finding help out here is not so easy and you have been very good at your job up to now. But, and this is a big but, Stephen, I can’t have you covering the fillies like this, it just won’t do.”

We had stayed transfixed when we heard her voice, Sabine in front of me with my cum starting to drip out of her pussy and my dick getting decidedly soft.

“Now, the first thing you need to do Stephen is to lick that poor girl clean, and while you’re doing that I’ll explain what’s going to happen”. I didn’t need telling twice and got on with the job as directed.

However, Mrs. Williams went on to say, ”since help is so hard to find, I propose to castrate you with the Burdizzo clamp we keep in the tack room for the animals. I have seen it used on countless occasions and think I can deal with you. You, Sabine, will assist me and that will be the end of the matter as far as you are concerned. Stephen, I think we’ll take the view that he really can’t leave this job after I have dealt with him and the matter will be settled satisfactorily for all concerned.”

As you can imagine, I nearly choked. But I went cold when I heard her next words and thought about what she was saying.

“Of course, you may get the idea that you might take your chances and make a run for it. I would have to call the police, Sabine’s career would be ruined and I expect you would be picked up fairly soon. You’re running would not do anything to shorten your sentence. As Sabine is just 18 and you are 25, at least that’s what it says on your employment record, you might end up with the full 15 years. How does that sound?”

Well, it sounded pretty terrible to me, but the more I thought about it I realized she was right. I expect that the realization of the situation I was in showed on my face as Mrs. Williams then said, “Right, if you will just change places with Sabine, I’ll make you secure, and we can get started.”

With this she motioned Sabine out of the way and sent her off to the tack room to get the clamp. As if in a dream I shuffled forward, with my pants still down around my ankles and put my hands on the saddle horse in front of me. Mrs. Williams used the rope from a lead rein to tie my hands to the saddle horse. I couldn’t believe I was letting this happen but my mind was numb with thinking on those 15 years.

When Sabine returned with the Burdizzo they both stood behind me and Mrs. Williams had Sabine massage my balls to extend the cords. She then placed the clamp on the right cord and without any warning pressed the handle shut. The pain was intense and I cried out and sank down on to my knees. She had Sabine help me up and then repeated the process on the other side. The pain was just as bad, my balls felt on fire and the pain moved up into my abdomen. My mind was reeling from dealing with the pain and the realization that I had just been emasculated.

“Now then, that wasn’t so bad was it? Sabine will help you back to your room and in a few days the swelling will go down and you’ll be right as rain, but hopefully without any tendency to interfere with my girls. You can then settle down to your job and be a good and useful eunuch. Just to be on the safe side I’ll have the doctor come out and check you in a few days.”

I staggered back to my room with Sabine’s help and, with the aid of ice packs and bed rest, she was right, the swelling had gone down after a couple of days but the marks on my sac were clear to see and my balls were numb.

The doctor who attended school regularly was a very good friend of Mrs. Williams and about the same age. So after a few days I was told by Mrs. Williams to go to the sick bay to be checked out by the doctor. Both women were in the room when I entered and I was told to take my clothes off which I did and lay down on the examination table with my legs in the stirrups (this was a girl’s school after all).

The doctor proceeded to examine me and announced that it would probably be advisable to remove the testicles even though they were already dead. This would avoid the risk of later complications. I heard all this without any real reaction, I had resigned myself to my new state and saw no reason for useless protests. I just looked on while the doctor put me through the operation with the assistance of Mrs Williams.

She injected me with a local. I was a bit surprised when I felt the needle going in to my balls but thought it must just be the skin of my sac which was still alive.

They had propped my head up so I could see the whole process and I looked on in fascination as first one and then the other of my testicles was removed. The two women chatted while they did this and seemed to find it all vaguely amusing.

When they had finished, and I had been sewn up, the doctor calmly said to Mrs. Williams, “the next time, my dear, you need to do a better job with the clamp. You had damaged his chords but not completed the job, he would have been back covering your young fillies in no time at all.” I gasped at the realization that I had now let myself be neutered twice. Needless to say, the two women found my consternation highly amusing.

Once again I had to be helped back to my little room. I was still astonished that I had now been, effectively, a willing participant in my own castration. Over the following days my emotions varied tremendously. For a while I was incredibly angry with Mrs. Williams and Sabine and with myself. Obviously, I tried masturbating to see if I still could, and for a week or so I was successful. After that my ability to get an erection dwindled. By this time I had calmed down a great deal and I think I slowly began to realize that my situation was now permanent and I would have to make the best of it.

So, when about a month had passed and I had healed (although my sac still looked as if it had something in it at that stage) I was visited by Sabine. She said, “Look, firstly, I want to thank you for what you did and secondly, Mrs. Williams has sent me to tell you that she wants to see you in her room. By the way, she told me to give you this. I think you have to present it to her.” She held out a clear acrylic dome in which I could see my testicles were encased. I felt very strange when I saw them but somehow it all started to make sense.

I went straight to Mrs. Williams’s room, knocked on the door and went in. She stood up as I came in and told me to remove my clothes. She then said, “Well, do you have something for me?”

I stood before her totally naked, although my sac had not yet shrunk, as it later would. We both knew that I was a eunuch and that this had happened at her will. I walked up to her, knelt down and presented her with my testicles. I said, “Thank you mistress for making me your slave and gelding me. I know now that you were right. I hope I can serve you from now on as a good eunuch.”

I was a little surprised to hear myself say this, but as I said it I knew it was true, from now on I would be proud to serve her. She seemed pleased with my little speech and from that day onwards I have surrendered myself to her wishes.

A fair amount of time has passed since then. I still perform my tasks in the stable and every now and then Mrs. Williams calls me before her to strip and show her my altered body. In due course my sac shrank away to nothing. I now gain no sexual pleasure, even when I’m called upon by Mrs. Williams to use my tongue. I do the best job I can.

My real pleasure now is the humiliation of serving my mistress, and, of course, the knowledge that all the girls in the school have come to know all about my little operation. They take great delight in teasing me, they don’t realize the pleasure I take in being humiliated. Mrs. Williams even knows that from time to time some of the senior girls make me show them how ‘safe’ I am.

There’s certainly no chance now of my repeating my indiscretion with Sabine. I neither have the equipment nor the inclination. Perhaps it is better that way.

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“Delivery” by ADMIN

Emily Driver sat anxiously in the clinic waiting room. Her husband, Bill, was in an examination room.

Bill was naked, lying on his back on an examination table, his heels were in stirrups amd his legs were raised up and splayed apart, leaving his genitals totally exposed and easily accessible.

Dr. Beth and her young assistant, Julie, were both naked as well except for their surgical booties and latex gloves. Dr. Beth was an attractive woman in her thirties with a nicely fleshy figure. Julie was a sweet, nubile teen. Julie stood to one side of Bill and Dr. Beth stood directly between his legs.

Julie was just finishing shaving Bill’s pubes while Dr. Beth watched approvingly. Bill’s penis was very erect and straining for attention.

After Julie finished the shaving, Dr. Beth instructed her to start milking him. “I like to milk my patients. I find it relaxes them and makes them more… receptive.” Julie’s fingers curled around Bill’s erection and started stroking. “Usually I milk patients myself but I wanted to give Julie some experience. I hope you don’t mind if she’s a little awkward since your erection is the first one she’s ever seen or touched.” Bill groaned with arousal and Dr. Beth chuckled.

“Your wife is in the waiting room, anxious for the outcome of this procedure so I’m going to go over it with you while you’re being milked.”

Dr. Beth bent forward and cupped Bill’s scrotum with one hand and began to caress it as she spoke. “After Julie finishes milking your semen I’m going to numb you up with some anesthetic. Then I’m going to gently open your scrotum, or manhood pouch as I like to call it, and remove your family jewels, your manhood.” She smiled warmly down on him.

This made Bill groan and shudder and start spurting thickly. He thrust his hips up, pushing his tight scrotum into Dr. Beth’s hand, moaning and gasping, “Oh yes, yes, oh oh, please, oh oh, yes, please!”

Dr. Beth and Julie laughed lightly as Bill continued his helpless orgasmic display.

After Bill finished spurting Dr. Beth picked up a hypo full of anesthetic. “After I take your manhood it will be placed in a small jar of preservative that Julie will go and deliver to your wife.” Bill whimpered and squirmed. A few minutes later it was all over and Dr. Beth started sewing Bill’s scrotum back up.

Julie came out into the waiting room with a big smile and handed the jar to Mrs. Driver. “Here are Bill’s testicles, Mrs. Driver. He’s all nice and castrated.” Emily smiled and thanked her.

Dr. Beth came out a few minutes later to talk to Mrs. Driver. “How is he?” asked Mrs. Driver.

“He’s doing fine, he’s resting quietly now,” said Dr. Beth. “It went very well. He was very cooperative and gave me complete access.” Mrs. Driver was very grateful and thanked her.

After Bill had rested he was able to put his clothes back on and come out to join his wife. She gave him a little kiss and led him out to their car.

As Mrs. Driver drove she glanced over at her husband sitting quietly beside her. She smiled to herself, thinking of the small jar in her purse and what it contained. She also thought of the small but important change that had been made to her husband down in between his legs. She looked forward to sharing her husband’s change of status with her friends.

One evening, a few weeks later, Mrs. Driver invited over a few of her closest girl friends. After they had had a couple drinks she told her husband to go and fetch the jar from their bedroom. He meekly obeyed. She told him to go around to each of her friends and show the jar to them.

The first one he showed it to was Millie. “What do you have there, Bill?” asked Millie coyly. “What are those two round things floating in that jar?”

“It’s, it’s, my, my manhood!” stammered Bill.

“Oh my goodness!” exclaimed Millie. “Your manhood? You mean you lost your manhood?”

“Um, oh, yes,” whimpered Bill while the ladies laughed.

“Oh my goodness!’ exclaimed Millie again.” I never met a man who lost his manhood. How did it happen?”

“Oh! Oh! Emily, Emily took me to, to a special lady doctor. Oh! Um, um oh!” Bill said, emotionally.

All the ladies were quietly listening. “And what did the lady doctor do, Bill?” asked Millie quietly.

“Oh! Oh! She, she, she castrated me!!” exclaimed Bill, almost on the verge of tears. The women laughed.

“You mean,” said Millie archly, “your wife took you to be fixed like a naughty little doggy??”

Bill just gasped and whined while the ladies laughed.

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“Good Little Piggy – version 2” by ADMIN

[Note: This is an alternate version of the “Good Little Piggy” story included in my eBook.]

Aunt Abigail gives young David a tour of her farm. She takes him in the barn and shows him her gelding stocks. He is fascinated and develops a big tent in the front of his shorts. Aunt Abigail notices and pretends to be shocked. Then she tells him since he is so interested maybe he’d like to try the stocks, to see how they’d fit, to see how they’d feel. “Why don’t you pull off your shorts and climb into the stocks?” She is smiling but David is scared and doesn’t move. He still has a raging hard-on. She becomes stern and orders him to take off his shorts. He pulls off his shorts and displays his hard-on sticking straight up and oozing.

“Just look at your penis, David!” she exclaims.

Then she orders him to get into the stocks. He gingerly climbs into the stocks. She circles around the stocks, strapping his arms and legs securely into them so he can’t move.

She tells him she didn’t have to adjust the stocks because she had another boy in the stocks just the week before. David stammers as he asks if she really did it to him. “Yes,” she says with smile, “I did”. She tells how the boy had been misbehaving and exposing himself to the girls in the area, brazenly masturbating right in front of them and ejaculating. He had been given warnings. He had been told what would happen if he didn’t stop. So, finally Aunt Abigail had to do what was needed to help him to become a good boy. David will meet him later on when they go into town.

David’s cock is still very stiff and dripping. Aunt Abigail asks him if he would like her to help him become a good boy too. She says he is in the perect position and she has all the tools right nearby. “Would you like that, David? Would you like me to do it to you?” He moans and writhes in his bonds. She reaches between his legs and caresses his ball sac and purrs. “C’mon, David, let me do it to you. You really want me to, don’t you? Your sac is so tight. It aches, doesn’t it? I know what it aches for. I know what it needs, what you need. You need me to relieve the tightness, the pressure, the aching. You need me to gently open that tight, aching sac and take what’s inside, those little glands, your manhood. I love doing it to boys. I’d love to do it to you. It’s so simple, so easy. Just say the word”.

Suddenly, David tenses, jerks and starts spurting. Aunt Abigail watches and laughs. After he finishes he sags in his bonds, exhausted. “What a naughty boy. Maybe I should geld you after all.”

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“A New Bunkmate for Abelard” by ADMIN

[Note: This is a sequel to Abelard’s “A Chance Meeting”. Not one of my better efforts, I’m afraid. The original is much better.]

Summary: Getting lost on a back road leads to a new situation in life.
My gas gauge read empty and I was in the middle of nowhere and I was beginning to regret the whim that had caused me to take that side road, along with the idea that it would be nice “just for the sake of variety”. That’s when I saw Sarah Fischer’s horse farm. I breathed a sigh of relief and pulled into their yard feeling sure I would be able to get some extra gas and directions that would help me get out of those back woods.

An attractive young woman dressed in jeans and work shirt came out of the barn and invited me into the house for a cup of coffee. I gratefully accepted and as we were walking towards the house I noticed a sad faced man walking across the yard and out towards the fields.

I sat down at the kitchen table as Sarah made the coffee. “What were you doing out in the barn,” I asked. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.”

“Oh, no,” said Sarah, “the vet’s coming over this afternoon, and I was just getting one of my colts ready for her.”

“Is she sick,” I asked.

“It’s a he,” said Sarah, with a laugh, “and no, he’s not sick, he’s just due to undergo a certain modification to his private parts, if you know what I mean,” and she winked.

“Oh I get it,” I said, “you’re planning to have him fixed”.

“Close enough,” said Sarah, “although gelded is the usual term we use for horses.”

Just then there was a knock at the door and Sarah got up to let in a very outgoing and handsome lady in her forties whom Sarah introduced as being the vet, Felicity Lawson.

“I was just telling him about the colt,” said Sarah to Felicity. Then she turned to me and said, “Felicity and I are great friends. We always have a lot of fun together when she visits.” Sarah gave her a conspiratorial wink and Felicity laughed a pleasant, warm, friendly laugh.

“Who was that man who walked by earlier,” I asked, “he seemed so sad.”

“Oh,” said Sarah, “that was Abelard. He’s just sulking because he got gelded a couple years ago and has never really been able to accept his change in status.”

“Wow,” I said, “what happened? Did an excited horse kick him in the groin or something?”

“Oh no,” said Felicity, “nothing like that. He was visiting a couple women who where gelding a colt and all three of them ended up getting pretty turned on by it, so they got naked in the stable and started playing around with each other. Then Abelard unexpectedly found himself surrendering to his innermost secret and forbidden desires and this caused him to sweetly and submissively offer his balls to the women, who, since they both greatly enjoyed the act of gelding males, gently and lovingly accepted his offer.”

“It really was a very, very beautiful experience,” said Sarah with a sigh. “But then, the next day, when Abelard woke up and realized that he’d been gelded, that he’d permanently lost his testicles forever, he became very sulky and resentful towards us.”

Meanwhile, this talk had been a huge turn-on for me, and my pants were all tented out in front by my throbbing, bursting erection. Felicity noticed my condition and chuckled, saying “looks like I may get the chance to do two little colts today, instead of just one. Why don’t you two go into the living room and get comfortable while I go get my bag of tricks.”

Smiling, Sarah took my hand and led me into the living room and began undressing me. Soon we were both naked and sitting on the living room couch together. She gave me a long, deep soul kiss, her stiff left nipple brushing my arm, while her right hand lightly brushed my throbbing, drooling cock, up and down.

Felicity came back with her vet’s bag and started to undress herself. Soon she was sitting warm and naked on the other side of me. As she got the anesthetic hypodermic ready, Sarah broke off kissing me and softly asked me how her little pony was feeling today, and whether he was really ready to be a good and brave little pony for her. I looked deep into her eyes, gulped and nodded. Just then I winced as I felt the sting of the hypodermic needle as Felicity injected me. A few minutes later, as Sarah softly caressed my cock and murmured soothing words to me, Felicity swiftly and deftly opened my scrotum and turned me into a docile and obedient human gelding. As Felicity finished sewing me up I came in a huge gushing orgasm, spurting all over my chest and belly.

After I got cleaned up, Sarah put me to bed in the guest room. The next day she showed me the small room attached to the barn where I was to live from now on and that I would have to share with the sulky Abelard. I was to be the second gelded farm hand that Sarah had been wanting.

Later on, when I realized when I had done, what I had let myself consent to, I too began to experience a little regret.

After my scrotum had healed and Felicity had removed my stitches, Abelard and I compared the scars in our empty scrotums. They were virtually identical. Felicity’s handiwork was consistenly first rate.

Every Saturday night Sarah would invite Felictiy and a couple other of their dyke friends over for a party. They would play loud music, dance, drink vodka and ultimately have a hot and steamy little lesbian orgy right there in Sarah’s large living room. Abelard and I would have to wait on them throughout the evening, bringing them snacks, vodka and then finally, lubricant. Watching all those hot dykes licking each other’s pussies and fucking each other with strap-ons, and smelling all that hot, wet, excited lesbian pussy would always make my shriveled pecker swell a little. It wasn’t much, but it was better than nothing.

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“Howie Learns His Place” by ADMIN

Andrea: I’m tired of your disobedience and misbehavior, Howie. I think it’s time you got some real help with learning your place in our marriage. I have a good friend who is a doctor and she knows the perfect treatment for your kind of problems. I’ve already spoken to her and made an appointment.

Howie: What’s she going to do to me?

Andrea: Don’t worry about it. She’ll explain it when we get there.

Later, at the doctor’s office.

Dr. Laurie: I’m glad to meet you, Howie. I’ve heard a lot about you. Andrea tells me you’ve been having some behavior problems at home related to your wife’s leadership in your marriage. Don’t worry, after today you’ll find things a lot easier.

What I’m going to do today is a very simple procedure. We’ll have you in and out in a jiff. So, let’s get started. Howie, take off your pants and underpants and hop up onto my exam table. Andrea will sit next to you and hold your hand to comfort you will I’m working.

Howie begins to do as he’s told and then asks, “Uh, what, what is it,” he stammers, “what are you going…”

Dr. Laurie cuts him off, “It’s only a minor adjustment to your little sex glands. It’s similar to a vasectomy”. Then she gives his naked bottom a sharp but playful swat, “Come on, hop up onto the table!”

Once on the table, Dr. Laurie tells him to spread his legs nice and wide. Then she instructs her assistant, Maryann, to shave his private area to get him ready.

Dr. Laurie: “I do this procedure all the time. It’s my specialty and I love my work. It’s becoming quite common. More and more women are having it done these days. You’re the fourth one today.

Maryann finishes prepping Howie.

Dr. Laurie: I just love the sight of a pink, pouting scrotum! Ready for me to open it! Now, you’ll feel a little prick while I get you numbed up with an injection.

A few minutes later.

Dr. Laurie: OK, looks like you’re ready. I’m going to begin getting you opened up.

A few minutes later, Dr. Laurie asks Maryann for her surgical scissors and says, “Here’s the first little snip”, and then she hands something to Maryann. After a few minutes more she says, “OK, and here’s the second snip”, and then hands something to Maryann.

Dr. Laurie to Maryann: “Put those in a jar, his wife wants to keep them for display”.

Dr. Laurie to Howie: “OK, Howie, we’re all done. I’m just going to close you up with a few stitches and put some bandages on and you’ll be good to go. Also, I’ll be giving you some pain killer pills for when the anesthetic wears off.”

Howie, somewhat shaken: “What, what’s the name of the procedure, what do you call it?”

Dr. Laurie: “The medical term for it is orchiectomy but the more common word is castration. You are now castrated, Howie”.

Dr. Laurie to Andrea: “I think you’ll find that Howie will be much better behaved from now on. I’m sure that now he has really learned his place”.

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“Timmy’s Big, Soft Bottom” by ADMIN

[Note: In this story Timmy undergoes late-onset puberty at the age of 18.]

Ever since he was a teen, Timmy had been acutely aware of his prominent bottom. He’d always been a soft boy, covered with baby fat. His belly was soft and his chest was just two small conical breasts peaked with rosy pink nipples. He tried to diet and work out but nothing seemed to help.

After puberty, certain types of sly women began to find his bottom very interesting. At first they would just find excuses to pat and rub it. This gave young Timmy strange feelings. Later, when he was alone he would remember these incidents and feelings and he’d secretly play with himself. He always felt very ashamed after he played with himself but he couldn’t help it. When he played with himself he would have vague fantasies about those women doing other things to his bottom: strange, invasive, humiliating things. And it wasn’t long before women actually did begin doing these things.

The first woman to do these things was his own mother. Soon after puberty she would continually find excuses for doing things to his bottom, such as taking a rectal temp, giving enemas and finally, just “exercising” it by thrusting her finger in and out of his well lubed hole.

One day his mother told him she was going to take him to a lady doctor that specialized in boy’s bottoms. His mother had spoken to Jimmy’s mom and she had recommended the doctor. (Jimmy was a boy that lived down the street and who also had a large bottom.)

After arriving at the lady doctor’s he soon found himself in the usual position, naked from the waist down and bent over a table. His mother stayed in the exam room to watch of course. After the usual poking, prodding and finger fucking the lady doctor discussed his mother’s current bottom treatment regimen and complimented her on her “exercise” program. Then she volunteered to demonstrate an even more effective method of “exercise”. Timmy was shocked to see the lady doctor slip off her skirt and strap-on a dildo over her panties. His mother watched with excited interest as the lady doctor moved behind Timmy, gently penetrated him and then proceeded to slowly fuck his tight little hole while he squirmed and gasped.

“You’ll probably notice a very perceptible rising in his male member when you do this,” said the lady doctor. She was right, Timmy’s peepee was very red and stiffly erect. “This is perfectly normal and is a sign of good health. Although this may be a good time to discuss Timmy’s masturbation habits. How often does he masturbate?”

“Oh, about twice a day,” said his mom.

“Mom!” objected Timmy.

“Shhhhh, Timmy, grown-ups are talking,” said his mom.

“When I examined his prostate earlier,” said the lady doctor as she continued to fuck him, “it seemed unusually swollen. I believe the ejaculations he achieves through masturbation aren’t fully effective. You should see the benefit of exercising him in this fashion in a minute or two, however.”

She was right, after another minute of being steadily butt-fucked he gasped and tensed and jet after copious jet of cum began spurting out.

When he finally stopped spurting and collapsed on the table the lady doctor eased the dildo out of his aching, throbbing hole and said, “I think you’ll find that after a release like that the swelling in his prostate will be completely gone.”

“Where can I buy one of those!” asked his mom. Timmy just groaned.

“You can buy one from my receptionist on the way out,” replied the lady doctor with a smirk.

A similar scenario was played out in junior high school when Timmy began having spontaneous erections in biology class. The lady biology teacher sent him to the school nurse, the nurse checked with his mother and soon Timmy was bent over a table being sodomized with a strap-on worn by the school nurse. From then on whenever he got a spontaneous erection in biology class he was sent down to the nurse’s office for another session with her strap-on.

When Timmy became a little older he interviewed for a job as an office boy. He was interviewed by a very confident young women in a business skirt-suit. As he was standing outside the interview room waiting to go in he noticed two other business women eyeing his conspicuous bottom. He heard one of them whisper to the other, “Ummm, he’s got a nice one,” and they both laughed softly. He couldn’t help but notice that most of the other men he saw in the hallways also had large, soft bottoms. They were all shy and avoided making eye contact.

The interviewer told him that he was definitely what they were looking for. All he had to do before he was hired was submit to a special physical by the company’s nurse practitioner. Timmy groaned inwardly – he had a pretty good idea what this would entail.

Once in the nurse practitioner’s exam room she pulled on a pair of latex gloves and told him to lower his pants and underpants and bend over her exam table. She lost no time in touching and caressing his big soft naked bottom. Then she gently spread his cheeks apart and inspected in between. She told him she was going to test his rectal responses but first she would have to fit a special cuff over his penis. After she put the cuff on she proceeded to lube up his hole and to poke, prod and fuck him with her fingers and various long, thin, vibrating instruments until his stiff throbbing penis exploded into the cuff filling the attached reservoir to the bursting point. Timmy made quite a shameful spectacle, panting, gasping and moaning throughout. The nurse smiled smugly as she eased the slimy cuff off his slick, slippery cock. “I think you’ve proved yourself adequately responsive,” she said with a smirk. (“Why are they always smirking??” thought Timmy.)

After he was hired, the various lady execs in the company took turns taking him into their offices and sodomizing him with their strap-ons until his semen jetted out onto their desks, chairs and carpets.

Then one day one of the lady execs took him into her office and he immediately pulled down his pants and underpants and bent over the desk without being told. She laughed and came over to rub his big, soft bottom. “You’re got such a lovely big bottom,” she said, “in fact, it’s a perfect bottom for a eunuch. I’m very fond of eunuchs, as it happens, and I especially enjoy making new ones. Let’s see what we have here,” and she casually ran her hand up, under and between his legs. She stopped to gently grasp and caress his tight, full sac. “Hmmm, I can see you’re not a eunuch yet but we can fix that,” she chuckled. As soon as she said that Timmy gave a loud grunt and spontaneously spurted a huge load all over the side of her desk. “Hmmm, I see you like the idea,” she purred. “All the other office boys that work here have been made into eunuchs,” she said with a smile. “I love having lots of castrated males around me at work.”

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“They All Laughed” by ADMIN

[Note: This contains a lot of the same material as the story, “Only Sissies Masturbate”, included in my eBook.]

Whenever she had female friends over to visit my wife made me wait on them. One day, while I was getting some things ready in the kitchen I overheard her talking to her friends.

“What do you think of hubby? Isn’t he coming along nicely?” said my wife.

“Oh yes, what a nice big bottom!” said one of her friends and they all laughed.

My wife said, “Thanks. It was really pretty easy. The first step was to train him to take care of his own sex needs. I could tell when I met him he was a sissy that masturbated a lot. So when I caught him jerking off it was a simple matter to make him do it all the time.” They all laughed.

“You’re right!” added one of her friends. “I trained all my boyfriends to do that. Men are such little boys, they love showing off for mommy!” They all laughed.

“Oh, I know,” said another woman. “I love making a guy perform, especially when he’s saved up a nice big load. It’s such fun watching him milk it! It makes him so embarrassed!” They all laughed.

I entered the room with a tray of drinks and snacks.

“Oh, hi dear,” said my wife, “I was just telling everybody how much you like jerking off!” I blushed and stammered and they all laughed. Then she turned to one of her friends and said, “Oh, and Bernice, thanks for lending me that issue of “Sissy Care”, it gave me great ideas for transforming hubby. I’m going to subscribe.”

“Oh, no problem,” said Bernice, “I use it with my hubby too. But I have to admit some of the ideas are a little extreme. Like having sex with another man while hubby watches. Or making hubby service another man. It is kind of exciting but, gee, I don’t know.”

“Oh yeah, and how about the idea of ‘fixing’ his little masturbation problem,” snickered my wife mimicking scissor snips with her index and middle finger, “like a naughty little doggy.” The women gasped with shock and started tittering.

“Don’t laugh,” said Audrey, “I know a woman who had her husband ‘fixed’ and she’s quite happy with the results.” There was a mixed reaction of shock, amusement and curiosity.

My wife noticed the big bulge in my shorts and ordered me to expose myself to each of her friends. Each one took advantage and touched and squeezed and stroked me. It was intensely humiliating to have my most private and sensitive flesh handled and toyed with in such a casual and familiar way. My wife warned me: ‘no accidents’, but as the 5th woman squeezed and caressed me I lost it and cried, “No, please mommy! Oh! Oh!” and started spurting. It was so devastating to have my most private sex function displayed so terribly openly and exposed. They all watched and giggled.

As I was cleaning up the gooey mess my wife warned darkly that my little bottom hole was really going to be sorry tonight. I whimpered and they all laughed. Then she laughed and announced, “Don’t worry, my little sissy actually loves being penetrated, isn’t that right, honey?” I blushed and hung my head and they all laughed.

My wife peeled off her panties, leaned back on the sofa where she sat and spread her legs, baring her hairy, wet pussy. She ordered me to get down on my hands and knees and lick her while she continued talking to her friends.

With my cheeks burning with shame and humiliation I did as I was told. She turned to one of her friends and said, “Audrey, what were you saying about the woman that had her husband castrated?”

“Oh yes,” said Audrey, “she’s my neighbor. I was over visiting and somehow the subject came up. When she saw how interested I was she had her husband drop his pants so I could see what it looked like. His peepee was small and childish and there was nothing underneath except two small scars.”

“You’re lucky!” said my wife, “I’ve never known a man that’s been castrated.”

“Oh, it’s more common than you think,” said Bernice. “More and more women are choosing it. I’ve even discussed it with Arnold.”

“Excuse me,” my wife said as she leaned back and let my fluttering tongue bring her to a noisy orgasm. “Ummmm, that was nice,” said my wife. “Is there anyone else interested in receiving some oral pleasure?”

Several of the women were quite eager to take advantage of the offer. They all laughed as I crawled across the floor on all fours to Bernice, my face slick and glistening with my wife’s juices. My cock was throbbing and dribbling inside my shorts but I didn’t dare ask for relief. As I started to lick her pussy Bernice said, “Ummmm, that’s good, but ya know, once you have him castrated he’ll be even better at it.” I whimpered and they all laughed.

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“A New Puppy-Boy” by ADMIN

Summary: The fabulously wealthy Beatrice decides to have her new puppy-boy altered for her idle convenience.


Beatrice returns home to her North London mansion after a hard day’s shopping at Harrods and the like.

“Ah, it’s so lovely being posh,” she thinks to herself. “I’m so glad I married Max. I knew he was loaded when I married him, but I really had no idea, until after his unfortunate death, that he was so fabulously wealthy.” She lets out a contented purr. “I almost feel guilty at having encouraged him to use those amyl-nitrate poppers during sex. I mean, I knew he had a heart murmur, and everything, but how I was to know how acute it was? It was really a completely innocent mistake, one that anyone in my exact same position could have made.”

Just then, her PA, Jane, interrupts her thoughts and informs her that the new puppy-boy she ordered has arrived.

Beatrice inspects the puppy-boy, named Billy, who kneels naked on the floor in front of them.

Being naked and humiliated in front of the powerful and sexy Beatrice causes Billy to become erect and his erection strains for attention.

Beatrice snorts with disgust. “Just look at him”, she says to Jane. “Males and their everlasting erections, begging for attention. Well I suppose we may as well humor him and let him get a little relief.”

Beatrice commands Billy to jerk off for their amusement.

“That’s right, little puppy-boy”, coos Beatrice, as Billy vigorously strokes himself, “show off for your mummy, show her what you can do.”

When Billy cums, Beatrice coos, “that’s a good boy, good boy, well done. What a lovely big mess you’ve made for your loving mummy. What a generous tribute to my feminine charms. That’s right, pump it all out, every drop. Very good, very nice.”

Then she casually turns to Jane and asks her to call Sarah, her personal Vet, and to tell her she’s got a little job for her.

Jane protests, “But Beatrice, surely you don’t mean to have him…???”

“Oh, but yes, my dear Jane,” Beatrice dryly intones, “that is exactly what I mean.”

Jane shrugs and says, “Ok, you’re the boss.”

Beatrice greets Sarah warmly when she arrives.

Billy has already been made ready for her. He is securely bound, bent over a special purpose bench.

Sarah smiles as she sees Billy stretched out and ready for her.

Beatrice and Jane relax in large overstuffed chairs and sip champagne as they watch Sarah perform the requested alteration on the helpless puppy-boy.

When Sarah is finished, Beatrice says, “Take him away to the kennels until he’s healed.”

Two weeks later she asks Jane how the new puppy-boy’s doing.

“You mean, Billy?” asks Jane.

“Yes, I believe that was his name,” Beatrice replies.

“He’s doing fine. Better than fine, really. He’s even made friends with some of your non-neutered puppy-boys. It’s amusing to watch him offer his sexual favors, his submissive mouth and butt, to them.”

“Yes,” drawls Beatrice, “I can just imagine. But please have him thoroughly cleaned and scrubbed and bring him to my bed chamber, I feel the need for some rest and relaxation.”

Billy can’t believe his good luck as being allowed into the presence of his sexy and totally naked mistress.

Beatrice inspects his empty scrotum and chuckles. “How I love the sight of an empty sac,” she says to herself, “especially if it’s been done at my command. It gives me such a feeling of power to know I can do that to a male. It’s really got my clit throbbing now and I’m aching to be licked.”

Beatrice leans back on her enormous bed and spreads her legs revealing her beautiful, pouting, pink shaven pussy to Billy’s adoring, worshipful eyes.

“C’mon, little puppy-boy, your mummy needs a good licking.”

As she feels Billy’s warm, eager tongue going to work on her pussy, she sighs and leans back on her satin pillows. “Ahhhh, ummmmm, it’s true what they say,” she murmurs contentedly, “neutered puppy-boys do make the best pussy lickers.”