Month: February 2022

[Note: Doc Granger is a character created by Eunuch Archive author, Kortpeel. And my original version of this story is called, “Doc Granger & Madame Zenobia”.]

Summary: Doc Granger, West Bollocksfordshire’s most dominant vet, etc., loses sight of her favorite playmate, Sly Plums, for a year and when they meet again they have a very moving reunion.

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Doc Granger loses sight of Sly Plums. After 6 months of not seeing him on the streets of Tosspot-upon-Ratbag, or anywhere around West Bollocksfordshire, she becomes curious. She toys with the idea of making inquiries but then thinks better of it. “Out of sight, out of mind”, she says to herself, and “best to let sleeping dogs lie.”

She completely forgets about him when, one day, a full year after his mysterious disappearance, she bumps into him in the checkout queue at the Boots on the high street in Tosspot-upon-Ratbag.

He seems more mellow, more down-to-earth, more approachable.

She invites him to her house. He accepts.

Once at her house, and they are making out on her couch, he submissively offers to give her pleasure. He pulls down her pants and gets down between her legs and licks her pussy, something he has never done before. He’s a pretty good pussy licker and she has some good, strong orgasms.

She then gets up and dims the lights and helps him get undressed and then leads him to the door to her playroom. This time he doesn’t resist when she goes to strap him into her stocks. Her head is almost exploding with excitement. She has finally got him firmly within her clutches! No escape this time!

She goes around behind him to gloat on his plump, full scrotum, ripe for harvesting, only to stand in shocked amazement to see that it’s completely gone!

Doc Granger splutters and stammeringly asks Sly just what the hell has happened to his balls!?

He tells her that a year ago he got bored with country life. He decided to try living in London. Once there he started experimenting with the B&D/S&M club scene. That’s when he met Madame Zenobia. The first night he met her she gave him her card, and it read, “Madame Zenobia – Castratrix par excellence”. He didn’t know what ‘castratrix’ meant, but he thought it sounded kinky. He went home with her and, although he normally hated bondage, he allowed her to strap him into her bondage stocks. He told her he wasn’t into pain and she just laughed and said, “don’t worry, honey, you won’t feel a thing, I promise you.” She then proceeded to casually shave his scrotum.

Then, when Madame Zenobia gave him an anesthetic shot near his freshly shaved scrotum he began to get worried. He tried to keep his cool, but his voice was shaky when he asked, “what, what are you doing down there?”

Madame Zenobia just purred, “hmmm, I’m just getting ready to really show you how a castratrix like me likes to enjoy herself. Now you just lay back and relax and let Madame Zenobia take care of everything.”

He heard the soft clinking of metal on metal behind him and then he felt her doing something to his scrotum. “What, what are you doing to my, to my scrotum, Madame Zenobia???”

“Now don’t worry, there, baby, Madame Zenobia just needs to make a couple small incisions in your cute, wrinkly little sac here,” she replied, “don’t worry, you won’t feel a thing and there won’t be hardly any scars afterwards.”

“But, but, Madame Zenobia, why, why do you have to make incisions in my scrotum???” he whimpered.

Madame Zenobia, calmly continuing on with her work, just gave a throaty laugh, and said, “why I have to make some small incisions in your sac so that I can get access to your testicles, of course. Ooops, here comes the left one,” she giggled, “I just popped your left one out and now I’m holding it in my hand.”

When Sly heard this he started to panic. “I, I, I don’t think I like this kind of play after all, Madame Zenobia,” he whimpered, “please, please, could you just put my ball back and then let me get up, let me go free, please?”

Madame Zenobia said, “now don’t worry, there, don’t get panicky, I’ll let you up in a minute, just be patient, I’m not quite done yet, I’m not done playing down here, not done having my fun. Soon, soon, just hold on.”

Then he heard some snips and a soft “plunk” sound as something small, soft and wet was dropped onto stainless steel. “Hmmm,” she purred, “that’s one done now. We’re halfway done.”

“Oh, oh, oh, please,” pleaded Sly, “what are you doing to me, oh, oh, please, please stop it and let me go, please. We can come back and do this again some other time, I promise, but just let me go this one time, Ok???”

“Hmmm, what’s the matter Sly,” she said mockingly, “are you worried about something?”

“Well yes,” he replied, “to be, to be perfectly honest, I’m, I’m a little frightened that, that, that you’re getting ready to, to….”

Meanwhile, back in West Bollocksfordshire, Doc Granger had sat down in a chair next to the stocks, put her feet up on a footstool and lit a small cigar whilst she was listening to Sly’s somewhat enthralling story.

“It’s Ok, it’s Ok,” Doc Granger says soothingly to Sly, “it’s not your fault. You couldn’t have known.” She then gets up and unstraps him and helps him get dressed and then drives him back to his dingy third-floor walk-up bedsit back in dull, dreary old Tosspot-upon-Ratbag. On her way back home, sitting alone in her car, she turns on the radio. She watches silently as the meadows, fields, pastures and woods of West Bollocksfordshire glide past and listens to the radio play an old Kinks sing, “she knew no sin and did no wrong until she walked the streets of the Big Black Smoke.”

[Note: Doc Granger is a character created by Eunuch Archive author, Kortpeel. And my original version of this story is called, “Doc Granger at the Castratrix Ball”. ]

Summary: Doc Granger, West Bollocksfordshire’s most dominant vet, etc., receives an unusual invitation in the mail and ends up attending a very special event.

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Doc Granger, still stinging somewhat from her crushing defeat in her struggle to lure Sly Plums into her castration playroom, is still trying her level best to put him out of her mind. But this is rendered more difficult by the fact that every time she visits the quaint little town where Sly lives, Tosspot-upon-Ratbag, she invariably sees Sly. And every time she sees him he always happens to be publicly engaging in some hot sex act with some hot little bimbo, which causes her to fume and splutter all the more.

And then, one day at home, while she’s fighting off the goading memory of her latest random encounter with Sly she gets a formal invite from portly old Sir Guy DeCombersome in the day’s mail. He has invited her to spend a quiet evening with him, drinking sherry and having a quiet, relaxed social visit.

She curses under her breath. “Oh great, now what? The old sowbelly probably just wants to spend another 45 minutes gobbling and slobbering at my pussy again.” But since he is one of the most wealthy and prominent members of the West Bollocksfordshire community she can’t very well refuse.

When she arrives at his estate at 8pm on the given day she is struck by how unnaturally still and totally quiet it is. All the outbuildings are closed tight and shuttered, and the main house has only one downstairs light on. Not even one of DeCombersome’s many dogs can be seen or heard.

She knocks at the front door and is let in by DeCombersome’s elderly housekeeper. The housekeeper tells her that DeCombersome is upstairs and will be down shortly. Then she is lead into the capacious living room to wait.

Just as Doc Granger is about to be seated all the lights come on at once and two dozen people jump out from behind curtains and furniture and shout “SURPRISE!!” at the top of their lungs.

DeCombersome appears with a merry smile on his face and explains to her that word had gotten around in their little eunuch community about her recent troubles trying to corral the stubborn and contrary Sly Plums so they decided to hold this party help cheer her up.

All the guests were wealthy, prominent men that Doc Granger had relieved of their family jewels when they were younger. And all of them had pledged their undying devotion to her afterwards. And each one of them had made good on that pledge over the years, with the result that Doc Granger was now a very wealthy person in her own right.

DeCombersome announces that although there will be no dancing this evening they have decided to call the occasion, “The Castratrix Ball”, and all the guests laugh heartily at this highly droll joke.

DeCombersome invites Doc Granger to sit at the head of a long dining table and each one of the guests takes turns making speeches extolling all her many excellent qualities and making stirring, heartfelt toasts.

After a few toasts everyone was feeling loose and relaxed and merry, portly old Sir Guy got up and announced a special feature of the evening. He went up to a panel in the wall and pushed some buttons. The lights went out and then a movie screen descended from the ceiling on the far side of the room. Sir Guy sat down and a movie started. Doc Granger was startled to see that it contained footage from her own collection of videos of her castration conquests. Sir Guy noted her surprise and chuckled saying they’d bribed her housekeeping staff to give them access to her video library. “Please don’t be angry with them until you’ve seen the whole of this film.”

The film contained a brief biographical sketch of Doc Granger, and then it began a review of some of her many castrations. First came a montage of how she cunningly maneuvered each of the men into allowing her to strap them into her stocks. Then came a montage of the earth shattering orgasms she treated them to with her automated, semen-sucking masturbation sleeve.

The other guests were mostly quiet up to this point, only occasionally grunting or chuckling. But then came the montage of terrified yelps and squeals that the young men gave out when they realized that she was cutting into their scrotum. This provoked great laughter and guffaws from the audience of middle-aged eunuchs.

The laughter became even more riotous during the montage showing the young men desperately whimpering and pleading for mercy as she got progressively more deeply involved in their castration.

Then the guests were in stitches of mirth, some of them even falling out of their chairs onto the floor during the montage showing the freshly castrated young eunuchs kneeling down in front of Doc Granger and goofily declaring their undying gratitude and pledging their eternal devotion. This reaction was all the more remarkable since at least four of the eunuchs present had been featured in the montages.

The film ended with a light-hearted series of brief follow-up interviews with some of her more noteworthy conquests conducted only the week previous. Each of them was asked to comment on how they felt about Doc Granger now and they all gushed unreservedly about how meeting her had turned out to be the greatest, luckiest event in their lives and that trading their balls for their current existence was the best deal they had ever made by far.

The film ends and the lights come on and portly old Sir Guy urges Doc Granger to get up and say a few words to the assembled guests. She stands up, and with tears of appreciation and gratitude moistening her cheeks, she thanks them for this wonderful tribute.

Then Sir Guy and the other guests look at each other and slyly smile. Sir Guy gets up and says, “my dear, there is one more thing that we would like to show you this evening.” And he gets up and goes to a side door, opens it and beckons the rest to follow. As they file into the darkened room the lights are turned on and Doc Granger is totally stunned to see in front of her a handsome, very fit young lad of 18 and he is totally naked and strapped tightly into some bondage stocks. Then she sees between his spread legs that his scrotum has been freshly shaven, and a pink ribbon has been tied in a bow around it. She has never seen such a delightfully tight, wrinkly, pink and inviting scrotum in all her life.

She turns to Sir Guy with a questioning look and he laughs and says, “don’t worry dear. He’s totally ready and willing for you to start in on him. We put out an advert in all the UK B&D and S&M mags and papers and received hundreds of replies. We carefully screened them all, and believe me, this boy here is the absolute best one out of them all.”

Doc Granger’s jaw dropped as she stood and looked in shocked awe, surprise and gratitude at each of the middle-aged eunuchs standing around her and then bowed her head in amazement, totally overcome with love and gratitude.

“By the way, what’s your name, boy,” asked Sir Guy.

The boy timidly answers, “Ralph, sir.”

“Good boy, Ralph, good boy,” Sir guy says gruffly, and pats him affectionately on the bottom.

Then, without further ado, Doc Granger steps up to the boy’s scrotum, unties the ribbon and reaches for the anesthetic needle on the medical instrument tray standing nearby. The middle-aged eunuchs eagerly crowd round and watch intently as she works her special magic between the boy’s legs. After she’s clipped the cord to the second testicle Sir Guy pats the boy’s bottom again and says, “now you’re one of us, boy, welcome to the club”. And a great roaring cheer goes up from all those assembled and they clap each other on the back and laugh and smile and wink.

As she carefully stitches up Ralph’s scrotum tears come again, tears of love and affection for her devoted eunuch admirers. And she thinks to herself that today has surely been the best day of her life by far.

[Note: Doc Granger is a character created by Eunuch Archive author, Kortpeel. And my original version of this story is called, “Doc Granger Daydreams”.]

Summary: Doc Granger is West Bollocksfordshire’s most dominant and preeminent vet (not to mention, most accomplished castratrix) gives full rein to her obsession for “the one that got away.”

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Doc Granger allows herself to daydream about “the one that got away”, Sylvester “Sly” Plums. She recalls that he was different right from the start.

She recalls meeting him, taking him into a small out-of-the-way room for one of her patented, stage-managed and humiliating jerk-off sessions. He went along with her readily enough but when it came time for him to cum he unexpectedly rose up from his seat and sprayed his jizz all over her face causing her to splutter and curse and grab for a rag to clean off with while he chuckled in merriment. He handed her a rag and she quickly wiped her face, and then she realized that it was a dirty rag and she had just smeared thick brown grease all over her face. Sly apologized profusely and tried hard not to crack up.

She remembered the first time she lured him to her house. She had been surprised at how easy it was, he had needed zero coaxing. She had hardly gotten the words of her offer out of her mouth when she watched as he quickly dove into her car and got comfortable for the ride. Once back at her estate, she had wined and dined him and turned on her usual irresistible personal and sexual charm and he had fallen further and further under her spell, just as she had hoped.

But when it finally came time for her to lead him into her playroom where the stocks were he balked. He said he had to leave early, although he wouldn’t say why. She countered that her car was being serviced and that she wouldn’t be able to offer him a lift and as her manor was miles from the next neighbor he was effectively stranded. He responded that he loved to walk and that it looked like a nice night for one. She countered that she had already had her Rottweiler guard dogs released for the night and she couldn’t vouch for their behavior if her tried to walk through their territory. He said that that was Ok, he loved dogs and dogs loved him and with that he thanked her for a wonderful evening, picked up his jacket, turned on his heel and left.

Cursing, she watched him shut the door behind him and disappear from her sight. She was almost tempted to call her eunuch butler, Jeeves, and order him to get his pistol and to go out and intercept him and force him to return and do her bidding at gun point. But after a moment’s reflection she was able to regain mastery of her feelings and thought better of it.

She tried again on two other occasions. During the last visit she had, in desperation, decided to totally humiliate and debase herself by getting down on her knees and sucking Sly off, even going so far as to swallow his cum, all in an effort to lull him into a false sense of security. After this, she smiled prettily and choked back the nausea that the taste of semen was causing her. She took his hand and began leading him to the gelding stocks and he followed meekly along. She almost had one of his wrists securely strapped in place, when he unexpectedly squirmed away and made some excuse and quickly left. This sent her into a towering rage. She ranted and raved and smashed precious objects d’art, throwing some of them at her eunuch staff as they cowered behind doors and draperies. Finally, with one last bellow of frustration, she dashed up to her bedroom, hot tears of anger streaming down her face, and slammed the door behind her. She flung herself onto her huge four-poster bed and beat her fists into the counterpane until she collapsed into semi-conscious exhaustion.

But that was all in the past. Now, she had him firmly strapped down and was outwardly and openly gloating on her triumph, something she normally didn’t do. In order to better savor the moment she took twice as long as usual to shave his scrotum, and even spent a few minutes playing with it and caressing it after she had shaved it clean.

She gave him a shot of anesthetic and a few minutes later she was getting ready to cut him open with her scalpel when she awoke from her daydream with a start to see Sly standing and waving at her from the sidewalk near her parked Bentley.

It was a hot July day and he was evidently on his way to a nearby pond for a swim. He had a towel draped over his shoulder and was naked except for a sexy thong bathing suit and a pair of flip-flops. Her gaze involuntarily zeroed in on his crotch where the outline of his well endowed cock and two large balls were clearly visible.

She motioned for him to come over and rolled down her window. The hot summer air blew into the air-conditioned interior. She invited him to skip swimming and to come up to see her at her house instead. Her coy smile and twinkle in her eye promised him much fun and games if he complied. “And, after all, Sly, I’ve got a swimming pool, too. And it’d just be the two of us.”

After a moments hesitation he thanked her profusely and said the prospect of having her all to himself for a full afternoon and evening sounded very tempting and absolutely heavenly. And then he made a very sincere apology and said that he’d really have to take a rain check and do it some other time. With that he gave her a dazzling smile and a wave and then turned on his heel and continued on his way.

Doc Granger sat fuming in her car as she watched Sly’s cute, fascinating, frustrating, slippery, unobtainable, maddeningly desirable and completely intact ass sashay away from her once more. Her eunuch chauffeur, James, who had been watching and listening, chuckled silently under his breath.

She angrily ordered James to take her to a nearby bar. She quickly went into the bar and just as quickly returned with an unsuspecting young man she had picked up. But her encounter with Sly had so befuddled her and thrown her off her game that even when she had her new conquest strapped down in the stocks she merely jerked him off with her automated masturbation sleeve and then let him go without bothering to castrate him.

When she let him out of the stocks, the young man knew that something was missing, that there should have been much more to their encounter, but he couldn’t begin to guess what it was. Doc Granger just gave him a little hug and a kiss and a quick squeeze to his package before dismissing him, instructing him to get dressed and that James would drive him home.

That night, Doc Granger tossed and turned fitfully and could hardly get to sleep all night long, obsessing about Sly and his tantalizingly inaccessible balls. The next day, feeling totally wrung out and exhausted after her sleepless night she decided she needed a change of scene. She cancelled all her scheduled appointments and booked a quickie overseas holiday in the Greek islands. While there she carried out two highly erotic and satisfying castrations on two young Greek men and when she returned she felt completely rested, refreshed and renewed. The next time she saw Sly on the street she completely ignored him. She realized that life was too short to allow that sort of self-destructive fixation to ruin her enjoyment.