(As a sidenote, this story was hastily written and I was interrupted while writing, so please forgive any mistakes, such as unintentional tone shifts or typographical errors. Thanks!)
This story contains: Ballbusting, Castration, Hardcore and softcore themes.
Banded by the Boyfriend
Out of everything that happened that night, I don’t think
I’ll ever forget the look on his face when they dropped. He visibly changed in a way that I don’t feel
possible to describe in words. He didn’t
blanch or shudder or make any sort of sound, but something in him changed. His lips parted and he took in a very sharp
breath. His spine sort of… stiffened and
his eyes glazed over, but only for a few seconds. In that moment, he lost what was most
precious to him and it’s simply impossible to convey such a drastic change in
text.
He had absolutely no idea. I think that was the best part of the whole
situation. He thought it was just going
to be another night of roleplaying with his castration-crazed boyfriend – but
it was more. So much more. We were laying on our bed, as we sometimes do
after dinner, and catching up on our favorite show on television. He was wearing a t-shirt and his favorite
pair of boxers – a tight-fitting pair with a black and orange plaid design –
and I was dressed in an expensive pair of silk shorts that felt so nice when I
wore them. Ethan had his head on my
chest and, as a commercial aired, he looked up at me cutely and smiled. I kissed him warmly on his full, pink lips
and put my arm around him in a caring fashion.
In no time, there was quite a tent in my silk shorts. Even after four years, he still had that effect on me.
He noticed, of course, and chuckled. “Wanna fool around?” he asked, tracing the
bulge of my thickened cock with his fingertips.
I maneuvered so that we were face-to-face and kissed him deeply, leaning
into him so that he could feel my hardness on his thigh. I moved to the side of his head and whispered
softly in his ear, “I want to watch you give me your balls.”
Ethan pushed me away playfully and laughed. I smiled, but I was still intent on a night
of roleplaying. He looked me in the eyes
and his face straightened. “Oh, you’re
serious? Okay, then, Mr.
Castrator-Man. What’re you gonna do to
me?” Grinning, I took his hand and stood
up from the bed. I led him to the
garage, where we normally play when I’m feeling frisky, and dug around in my
‘toolbox’ for our usual toys.
I pulled out two pairs of handcuffs, a length of rope,
and my Callicrate Bander, which was a favorite of mine. As I turned around, I saw Ethan step out of
his boxers and toss them on top of his crumpled t-shirt, which lied on the
floor. There he stood in all of his
beauty, his perfectly chiseled body untouched by clothing and his large cock
quickly stiffening in the air of lust that surrounded us. I couldn’t help but notice his gorgeous
golden hair, his sapphire-colored eyes, his pert, pink nipples… it was like
seeing everything for the first time. I
knew then that tonight was different.
Tonight was the night. I had seen
Ethan’s goods many times before but that night, as I looked him over in those
few short moments, my eyes settled on his bulging sac, where his two big balls
nestled peacefully, churning semen for the soon-expected orgasm. Instantly, I started fantasizing about making
the final crank on the bander, sealing off his nads for good… My own cock
became a steel rod as it stiffened to its limit at the thought.
I quickly stripped and moved towards Ethan, kissing his
beautiful face, his sensual lips, and his masculine neck. I settled on his shoulders, kissing and
moaning as I groped his rear with my hands.
Between us, our dicks began to rub against one another, spilling precum
onto each other and wrestling in their own special way. I couldn’t resist my urges any longer. Tonight, I busted Ethan for the last time.
As usual, Ethan would play the role of the victim and I,
his heartless emasculator. I cuffed each
of his wrists to a special bar that hung from the garage ceiling – it’s primary
purpose was to hold tools and such on the hooks across its length, but we often
use it for our ‘special’ nights. Next, I
tied each of his ankles with the rope to steel loops sprouting from the garage
floor; once again, its other purpose, which was to prevent car tires from
crushing lengths of wire, was not needed for tonight.
Soon, my pretty victim was secured to the immovable room,
his legs spread apart so that his velvety scrotum hung free and his arms tied
to prevent interference with my actions.
I came close to Ethan once more, kissing him passionately and allowing
our bodies to intermingle with each other.
We were both horny as fuck and ready for release. I went back to my toolbox and dug out a small
bottle, which held about forty small blue pills. I took one from the bottle and returned to my
love, asking him to hold out his tongue.
I placed the pill and he swallowed it gratefully. It was common practice – we sometimes like a
little ‘performance booster’ so that we can go for three or more rounds of lovemaking. He questioned nothing. I couldn’t help but to feel incredibly
naughty, but in a good way, as I prepared for his final night as a man.
Finally, all was ready.
The festivities could begin. I
could hardly contain my excitement: I was constantly smiling like an idiot and
giggling feverishly. I couldn’t help but
to fondle his bag, feeling the presence of his spuds, and wondering what it
would be like without them there. I
wouldn’t have to wonder for long…
I looked up at him and smiled as I gently gave his
ballbag a squeeze. “You’ve been a very
naughty boy, haven’t you?” I asked playfully.
“You think you have it under control.
You think you can hide it. You
jack off several times a day, ask your boyfriend for sex constantly, and do all
you can to keep your cock nice and satisfied.”
Ethan grinned. He
secretly relished the whole discipline act.
“But you fucked up, didn’t you? Went and stuck your dick in some other boy’s
hole. Cheated on me. Well, I’m going to fix quite a few problems
with one simple tool, tonight,” I added, cheekily. I lifted up the bander I had been hiding
behind my back. Ethan feigned
surprise. “Do you know what this is?” I
asked. Ethan shook his head “no”. “It’s called a ‘bander’. It’s used to castrate animals, but it works
quite well on humans, too. I think this
is going to fix our little problem. You
see, without nuts, you won’t be a slave to your hormones anymore and… well, my
other boyfriends will know not to sleep around.”
In his usual patronizing victim’s voice, he began to
beg. “No, no, no. Please, please,
don’t castrate me! Please, don’t take my
nuts! I won’t ever cheat again – I promise!”
“It’s too late for that,” I said, squeezing his balls a
little firmer. “Although, I do think you
deserve some punishment before we go ahead and nut you… I’ll tell you what: if
you don’t make a noise while I bust your balls a bit, you can keep ‘em. Deal?”
Ethan’s eyes opened in false surprise and he nodded his
head vigorously. “Yes! Yes!
I’ll do anything you ask, just don’t castrate me! Please!”
I smiled. He was
quite a good actor, that one. I wondered
idly what he’d sound like when the situation turned real.
I set the bander down on the floor and got on my
knees. His cock was just about eye-level
with me, which left his balls in the perfect position for me to fondle and
squeeze with my hands. I reached up
between his legs and took his smooth sac in my left hand, squeezing it so that
his twin orbs fell to the bottom of his sac, the scrotal skin stretched against
their surface. With my stronger hand, I
began to flick his balls, one at a time, interchanging with each flick. As time went on, the flicks got increasingly
stronger until I was hitting them as hard as I could. Normally, I don’t try to inflict any serious
pain – just enough to get him to groan or nurse his nuts. Tonight, he was visibly flinching with each
hit.
I grew bored quite quickly and began to softly bat both
of his balls back and forth with my hand.
They’d swing for a bit between his legs and I’d hit them just a touch
harder to get them to swing again. With
each hit, once again, I increased in intensity and soon, I began punching his
balls with quite a bit of force. His
knees were beginning to shake and I could tell that he was trying to keep from
protest so not to infringe upon my fun.
God, I couldn’t have picked a sweeter guy.
I gave him a fierce punch, directly hitting both nads,
and he groaned. “C’mon, Mitchell, babe…
that’s too rough,” he said weakly. The
pain in his voice was real. I grinned.
“Oh, poor, poor Ethan.
You just spoke. That’s gonna cost
you your nuts,” I said sympathetically.
Before he could speak again, I punched him solidly, harder than before. WHAM!
He doubled over – well, as far as he could, being tied to
the floor and ceiling – and coughed.
“Babe, too hard!” he said, his voice shaking.
I punched again, even harder than the past two jabs. WHAM!
He groaned loudly. “Unghhhhhh...
Mitchell… what’re you doing?! Mmm….”
“Don’t worry, baby,” I said sweetly, “when I nut you,
they’ll stop hurting.” In response, he
coughed.
By this time, the Viagra had kicked in and despite the
beating his nuts were taking, Ethan’s rigid pole stood at full attention.
“Look at this… Even now, you can’t control your
hormones. I’m beating your balls and
your dick’s still as hard as iron. Castration
is definitely the answer for you,” I said, wrapping my hand around his thick,
circumcised shaft. He had finished
groaning by this time and was able to speak solidly once more. “Mitchell, babe, I know you’re into this
stuff, but this really hurts.”
Without responding, I lifted his throbbing manhood out of
the way and forcefully lifted my knee into his sac. His balls traveled upward on my knee cap
before they were violently squished against his pelvic bone. Before he could make a sound or any sort of
physical movement, I did it again. And
again. WHAM! WHAM! WHAM!
I lost count of how many times my knee felt his delicate almonds crack
against it. Never before had I kneed him
with such intensity. It was an
overwhelming feeling of power and domination.
Almost as if a reflex, my left hand flew to my cock and started jerking
as I held Ethan’s in my right.
WHAM! WHAM! Twice more I tried to paste his nuts against
his pelvic bone, but I couldn’t control my own urges any longer.
I let his cock go and moved away from him to grab the
large tube of anal lubricant I had stashed in my toolbox. While I was preparing, I could hear him
moaning pitifully. I was incredibly
turned on. I spun around, eager to bury
my cock in his perfectly round ass, and saw his hanging loose against his
binds, his nuts high in their sac, as if to hide from another beating. His thick sword throbbed even harder,
nonetheless. I grinned evilly.
Quickly, I got behind him, took a firm hold of his waist,
and began pumping away. I fucked him
fast and deep, eager to relieve my own pent-up load. The whole time, I could feel him trying to
pull away from me, but his bonds wouldn’t allow it and he was too afraid to
speak, I think. He did not moan or seem
to enjoy the fucking as he normally would when bottoming. When I neared orgasm, I reached down between
his legs and took a firm grasp on his balls, once again. I felt him gasp, in shock and fear, and I
couldn’t help but laugh aloud. As I
approached the edge of ecstasy, I forced my quaking cock as far into his ass as
I could possibly push and, as my load poured out of my balls, I squeezed
Ethan’s with a stonefisted grasp. I
could feel his body react to both the pain of his crushed spuds as well as the
warm stickiness quickly invading him. I
stood there for quite a while, catching my breath and coming down from the
orgasm, his balls still clutched between my fingers. When I pulled away, I felt as completely
tranquil as one can only feel after a perfect climax. But, I still had a lot to do.
Ethan was quite a sight at this point. He hung there, looser than ever – in a way,
he was submitting to his binds. His
testicles were still high in his sac and my recently-spent spunk dotted the
surface of his ass and thigh. I quickly
realized that if I was going to act, now was the time as dazed as he seemed to
be.
I picked up the Callicrate bander and loaded it with a
thick rubber loop. I aligned the metal
tab with the crimping tool, placed the little rubber washer in the loop from
underneath, and extended the loop to full size, ready to band. I returned to my position behind Ethan and
put three fingers and my thumb through the loop, as I watched the man in the
instructional video do, and took hold of Ethan’s velvety, smooth scrotum. I pulled his balls through the loop, ensuring
they were at the bottom of his sac, and pulled the bander around to the back of
his scrotum, so that his nuts were resting within the loop. Remembering every action from the
instructional video, I began to crank the lever, which would cause tension in
the loop, shrinking it with each rotation of the lever. The man in the video had said that I could do
the first three rotations as rapidly as I wanted, but the fourth and following
rotations must be done with care.
Groggily, Ethan spoke.
“What’re you doing, Mitchell?”
I was crazed. I
was focusing all my attention on remembering all the details from the video – I
wanted Ethan’s balls, but I wanted him to live through the process.
“Banding you,” I said shortly. I could feel him moving. I guessed that he was trying to see around
his back. “Don’t move. If I don’t get it in the right place, bad
things happen. I have to get it just
above your nuts.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Ethan said, more solidly, as if
coming to. “You’re not going to actually
band me, are you?”
I looked up at his head.
He had tilted his head in such a way that his nose was buried in his
armpit, but his eyes could see behind him and he could observe every action I
made. I made direct eye contact and, in
all seriousness, said a single word.
“Yes.”
His eyes widened – not falsely this time – and the
sapphire iris grew smaller as his pupils dilated. “Babe… babe, c’mon. Don’t do this. If you leave it on too long, it could do
damage! I don’t mind the roleplays, but
this is insane!”
I continued to crank the lever, trying to ignore the
sound of his voice. Two rotations down.
“Babe!
MITCHELL! Listen, stop! Babe, don’t band me! I could seriously lose my nuts!”
Three rotations.
Now I had to be careful. Just
like the video said.
“MITCHELL, PLEASE STOP!
I could seriously lose my balls!”
Four roations.
“MITCHELL!”
I looked up at him.
“Baby… I have to castrate
you. I can’t help it. It’s going to happen.” With that, I looked back at the bander and
continued rotating.
He shook violently.
“MITCHELL! STOP!
LEAVE MY BALLS ALONE!”
The loop was getting smaller and smaller. The thick rubber had become thin and the neck
of scrotum was slowly being crushed by the tubing.
“STOP! Please!
I’m begging you! I don’t want to lose my nuts! Stop!!”
I had come to a sixth rotation. On most bulls, it only took four, but human
testicles were much smaller and, thus, so were their scrotums. The neck of Ethan’s scrotum was being
strangled quickly – the loop was becoming oh-so small. The tension measuring apparatus on the side
of the bander was about three-fourths of the way to its mark.
“FUCK! FUCK! THAT HURTS, MITCHELL! STOP!
MY BALLLLLLLSSS!
I continued to rotate the lever and soon, the tension
measuring apparatus had moved from one side of the bander to the other. It was done.
I lifted the crimping lever to smash the metal tab, keeping the loop at
its current size and used the special tube-cutting tool to slice off the excess
tubing. Ethan had been banded.
“FUCK! OH
GOD! Mitchell, please, man! Take it off my
nuts! TAKE IT OFF MY NUTS!”
I moved in front of Ethan and looked at his enlarged
scrotum. Already, it was turning a
brighter shade of pink than it usually was.
Soon, it would turn red, and then purple, and, as the balls died,
black. It was strange to see, however,
as even though his balls were being strangled by the cords, his cock was as
thick and hard as ever. I met his eyes
with mine and I could see a stream of tears flowing from each of those two
sapphires. He maintained the eye contact
and pleaded. He spoke calmly and
rationally.
“Mitchell.
Babe. Please. It hurts so bad… It
feels like you’re kicking me again, but it’s constant.” He paused to
groan. Unghhh… “Babe. Please, take
it off my balls. If you don’t, I’ll…
I’ll be castrated. Please. Please take it off my balls.”
My own cock began to stiffen once again. I bent down and looked closely at his
balls. They were quickly losing their
pinkish hue and turning a darker, more violent shade of red. They looked so beautiful.
“Mitchell?” Ethan asked in a strained voice. “Mitchell, please. It’s killing my nuts. It’s literally killing my nuts! If you don’t take it off, we’ll never be able
to have sex again. I’ll be a
eunuch! Please, babe! I want my balls! I don’t want to lose my balls!!”
I thought it over in my head. And he was right. Without his nuts, he’d most likely never be
able to get hard again – at least, not without testosterone injections. I looked back at his dying balls. They were a darker shade of red than last I
saw. I moved my eyes a few inches up and
saw that the Viagra was still keeping his massive member erect.
“You’re right,” I said, still looking directly at his
cock. “Without your balls, we won’t have
sex again.”
Ethan groaned.
“Yeah! Yeah! Unghhh…
Please, Mitchell. Take it off my
balls!”
“I can’t. I want
you to lose them,” I responded.
“PLEASE, MITCHELL.
I WANT TO KEEP MY NUTS!”
“Since this is probably your last hard-on, we should make
it count…”
“Just take it off!
Take it off my balls! It doesn’t
have to be my last hard-on! Take it off
my balls!”
Slowly, I took the head of Ethan’s cock between my lips
and began giving him the best blowjob I could manage. I did not bite or scratch, as I normally do
when I’m feeling especially ‘frisky’ – I figured that he was already in enough
pain. I was very careful in every
movement I made, even down to how softly or how roughly I would slide my tongue
across his glans. I took care to be as
loving and sensual as I could; I tried to pay attention to every detail of my
oral prowess to ensure the absolute most pleasurable experience for him. I had hoped to take his mind off of his strangling
nads, but I doubt that anything could’ve.
After only a few moments, I felt Ethan’s last load of
sperm surge through his shaft. The head
of his cock swelled and my mouth filled with his cream. He began to groan and thrash about as his
balls tried to push semen through his crushed cords. I swallowed and placed a hand on his dying
sac sympathetically. It was not as warm
as it usually was – this was a good sign.
His balls were nearing their end and soon, the pain would be over. After wiping my mouth on the back of my hand,
I stood and kissed Ethan; just a quick peck on the lips. He pulled away from me and more tears fell.
“Please, Mitchell…” he began. “If you love me, please take this band off my
balls.”
I placed my hand against his face and brushed away his
tears with my thumb, frowning all the while.
“Baby, you know I love you.”
“Then please… Please, take off the band… before it’s too
late. I can feel it – they’re not going
to last for very much longer… Please.”
I moved my hand to his shoulder and squeezed it
comfortingly. “The pain will stop soon.”
I moved away from Ethan then, and went back to my
toolbox. I picked up a pair of pruning
shears that I often use to playfully threaten him with a quick unmanning. In this case, they would serve just that
purpose. As I turned and displayed what
I held, Ethan’s eyes grew wide in fear for the final time that night.
“Mitchell, no! Please!
Just take off the band! Don’t cut
them off, just take off the band!”
I stared straight ahead.
“You know, on the FAQ of the bander website, it said that you could cut
the testicles off about three inches below the band, if you so desired… but
that’s on a bull’s bag… I think yours should be done about half an inch from
the band.”
“MITCHELL! Don’t! Don’t put that near my nuts! Please!”
I kept moving forward.
Ethan began to struggle against his binds even harder than before. Even though his precious orbs were probably
already dead, he wanted to keep them for as long as possible.
“Mitchell! Please,
babe! Please! Let me keep my nuts! I like my nuts! Let me keep them, PLEASE!”
For the third time that night, I got on my knees in front
of the beautiful young man. Slowly, I
rose the pruning shears and, very carefully, I opened their jaws and placed
them across Ethan’s dark-red scrotum, just under the band.
“Mitchell, please!
NOT MY BALLS!”
Quickly, I snapped the jaws shut. They tore through his beautiful sac, severed
his twin cords, and what seemed to be in slow motion, his scrotum, stuffed full
of everything that made him a man, fell to the ground, hitting the garage floor
with a SPLAT!
The look on his face will stay with me for the rest of my
life. His lips were just slightly
parted. As I made the cut, he took in a
sharp breath and his eyes dilated wider than before, the sapphire of his iris
disappearing almost completely. His
cheeks were flushed and his masculine neck stood paralyzed, his Adam’s apple
frozen in the center. His spine had
stiffened and his body did not move.
Then, his eyes glazed, just for a moment… I believe this is when his
manhood left him.
With no reason to fight anymore, Ethan simply slumped in
his binds. I hadn’t realized it during
the actual cutting, but when I snapped the jaws shut, I had involuntarily blown
a second load. Ethan’s severed almonds
had landed amidst the semen, which seemed fitting. I had unmanned him and shown that I was, in
fact, still a man. Almost poetic.
Nearly two months later, many things have changed. Ethan and I are still together and, although
I apologize, he does not acknowledge any harsh feelings about his
unmanning. Oftentimes, I will catch him
fondling what is left of his empty scrotum.
I think he is comparing the weight that is no longer there with the
heavy stones that used to be present there.
Also, I will catch him nonchalantly or idly fondling my balls when we
lie naked together. I often wonder what
goes through his mind.
He also has become the permanent bottom in the
relationship. He rarely gets erect
anymore and, when he does, he says that he feels limited pleasure in sex and,
thus, pleasures me instead. He refuses
to take hormones, saying that they aren’t natural. Despite seeing him like this – a broken
eunuch – I cannot say that I regret that night.
It is still the most intense sexual pleasure I have ever
experienced. Although I would never
leave Ethan, I often wonder if I would obtain the same pleasure if I were to
band another man…
