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“Doc Granger – In Pursuit of Sly Plums” – part 2, by Aunt Cassie

[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.


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.

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