Penectomy, Castration or Both?
A woman whom we will call Bev, starts out as a friend, a companion where we spend time together building a friendship.
After a few weeks of spending time eating, hanging out and talking… She has me over one day and she secretly drugs me, rendering me unconscious. I wake up later only to find myself with my hands above my head, tied with a rope to a hook in the ceiling… completely naked…
My feet spread out and tied to where I can’t close my legs… she walks into the room, looks at me and tells me it’s about time I woke up.
I recognize my predicament and ask her what the hell is going on, where are my clothes, and why am I tied up?
She says “I have never seen you naked, I just wanted to see what you look like” she goes on to say “and I’m not very impressed” I asked her what she means and she says “you’re just not much of a man are you?” Confused, I asked her what she means, she says “well just look at you, your penis isn’t very big, and your balls are tiny, look like those belong on a little boy, and those scrawny legs of yours. I mean really, you don’t look like a man”…
Confused and totally bewildered… I asked her why is she doing this, I tell her to untie me and let me go, I’m tired of this. She just laughs, and tells me I’m not going anywhere.
I told her that this is not funny anymore, and this isn’t cool. She just looks at me and says “too bad”
She Walks Behind me where I can’t see her and I scream out loud “what the fuck, give me my clothes back” and no sooner I get that out of my mouth and WHACK, I feel a sharp stinging pain across my ass… my body lunges forward as much as I can with the restraints keeping me in place… And again WHACK… she takes a small thin cane and whips my ass several times getting my full attention. I asked her why she doing that… she tells me that “my fun is just beginning, so shut up” she tells me that “I deserve far, far more than she plans to do to me”
Dazed, confused and with a hurting ass I asked her what she means by that?
She stands in front of me and grabs my dick and tells me that “I am going to make you pay a dear price, and make me wish you were never born with this little pecker” then she takes her hand and grabs my nuts, holds them in the palm of her hand, wrapping her fingers around my scrotum, staring me in the eyes… I asked her please don’t do it.
I tense up my entire body, doing my best to endure the pain and not make a noise. I moan and groan, but I don’t yell out. As much as I would like to.
She releases her grip, and leave the room. Leaving me by myself for what felt like an hour or so.
She eventually returns, bringing with her a box, the contents I can’t see. She sets the Box on the ground and pulls up a stool and sits in front of me… not saying anything she takes both of her hands and pulls downward on my scrotum skin. Not enough to really hurt, but certainly making me uncomfortable. She then takes both of my balls and with her thumb and fingers rotates my balls around, getting a good feel of them. She then says “dude, these things are so tiny” and then smirkingly shakes her head back and forth. She says “no wonder you have very little body hair and very little muscle mass, these little berries aren’t giving you much testosterone” then laughs.
Still Seated on the stool in front of me she starts thumping my balls, alternating between each one. I scream at her to stop! She then stands up and slaps my face, saying to me “how can that hurt you, those things are just too small to give you any pain” I say to her that my balls are not small and they do hurt.
As she walks behind me again, she says to me “oh you think that hurts” then she unsuspectingly dropkicks me in the crotch enough that it lift me off my feet a few inches. I scream in pain, begging her to please stop and untie me.
She says “you aren’t going anywhere boy, not till I’m done with you” she then sits back on the stool in front of me, then says “where did your little berries go”as she laughs “did I kick them up inside of you” she then starts tugging down my scrotum skin again, forcing my balls to fall back in my scrotum then she says “there they are”
I tell her to please don’t hurt my balls anymore. She stands up and slaps me again in the face telling me very sternly that “they will no longer be referred to as my balls, I can only refer to them as my ‘little berries’ and cannot call them anything but that”
She says “now, what did you want to tell me”
I said to her please don’t hurt my ‘little berries’ she looks at me and and laughs and says “why not?” I told her because they are all I have. They’ve always been small, but they are what make me a man and if she keeps torturing them that she will destroy them and I won’t be a man anymore
She sarcastically replies while laughing I’ve already decided, “you’re not going to be a man after today”
Maybe it was because I was still confused, but I had no idea what she meant. Thinking that this was some sort of a roleplay thing or something.
She sits back down in the stool and turns her attention to my dick… “now, what can I do with this little fella” I shriek with anxiety, telling her please don’t hurt my dick… she Rises and slapped me across the face saying “yiu cannot call it a dick anymore, it will now be referred to as your ‘tiny weiner’ got that?” She stares at me adamantly saying “got that?”
I tell her yes, I understand. Then she says “okay, what did you want to tell me?”
I said please don’t hurt my d— I’m mean ‘tiny weiner’
She moves over to a chair in the corner of the room, sitting down, looking at me saying “well, that’s for you to decide”
Confused I ask her what she means… She says “you’ll find out soon enough boy”
I told her that I am not a boy I’m a man… she laughs at me saying “no you are a boy” pointing to my crotch she says “that tiny Weiner and those little berries belong on a boy, not a man”
She then says “am I right” as humiliating as this was, I was in too much fear, and too vulnerable to say anything but yes.
She then pulls out of the box a can of shaving cream and razor, and I start thinking whoa, wtf…
She tells me she’s going to give me a “new look” laughing and saying to herself “oh yes I am”
She shaves all of my pubic hair, then she shaved my legs, and then what little hair I had on my ass…. then she stands and shaves a few chest hairs I have around my nipples… then my armpits.
Then she rolls in this full length mirror, sitting in front of me telling me to look at myself now… I haven’t seen myself completely shaved like that and many, many years. She says “now, that looks more like it” I tell her that it makes me look like a little boy… She laughs and tells me “you are a little boy” she says “look at yourself with that tiny Weiner and little berries… It goes perfect with those scrawny chicken legs of yours” she says “seriously, without a doubt from the waist down you look like a young boy” humiliated and ashamed, I could not disagree. But In fairness the fear and Trauma I think cause my penis to withdraw a bit.
She pulls out a ruler and comes over and says “let me measure this tiny thing” she then turns towards the camera that is recording everything and says “1-1/2 inches” I tell her that’s just because I’m flaccid and I’m nervous, I tell her when I’m hard it’s a lot longer than that. So she says let me see, then she pinches the head of my ‘tiny wiener’ and pulls on it, trying to stretch it out like a rubber band away from my body… she pulls more and more trying to see how long it would get, then she measures it and turns to the camera and says “4-1/2 inches… and 1/2″ wide” I tell her whoa, that’s not fair. Because I’m not hard it’s not as wide as it would be. She just looks at the camera and laughs, shaking her head. She leaves the room for a while, and it’s totally quiet in the house.
After about 30 minutes I hear voices coming from somewhere else in the house, and it sounds like more than just her voice. The door opens and she walks in with another woman… they both look at me in my naked and hairless state and both laugh hysterically. The new woman introduces herself telling me her name is Sarah, and says “I have never seen a grown man with the body of a boy” In my shame I say nothing. I just didn’t know what I could say to help the situation. She says that “Bev tells me that this is your ‘tiny Weiner’ and these are your ‘little berries’ wow” she says while pointing at my crotch. Sarah then says something that sounds extremely strange to me.. She says “they’re not much bigger than the last time I saw them”
I’m thinking, oh wait a minute… Who is this Sarah woman? I don’t recall ever being with a woman named Sarah.
She recognizes the daze and confusion on my face… Tells me “you don’t remember me do you” and I honestly didn’t recognize her. They look at each other in disbelief and turn with a disgruntled look towards me.. “you bastard… you fucking bastard” they say to me…. “you lived on Casa Linda Road when you were a boy… You went to Smithson Elementary School… your best friend was named Phillip Escobar… still confused, I gather that she knew me as a boy, but still couldn’t place her, until it hit me… then I remember her name, Sarah Rivers… she says “now you remember me” I nod my head yes.
She tells me ‘I’m really surprised that you didn’t remember me, but no I’m really not surprised. Because you’re nothing but a sorry bastard”
“What you and Phillip used to do to me has disgusted me for years and I’ll never forgive you for that” I tell her I don’t know what she means, and ask her what did I do? Sarah starts crying, sobbing, Bev consults her for a few minutes. Then they both turn to me, Bev saying to Sarah “well, he’s here. finally you’ll get your revenge”
Now I really start to freak out. Revenge? I think to myself what the hell is going on?
Sarah tells me that “her and Bev have been looking for me and Phillip for the last 10 years” I speak up and tell them that Philip died a few years ago. They say “yeah, we found that out, but you’re still alive, and now we found you” okay, I say… What are you going to do?
They proceeded to explain to me that they have put a lot of thought into what would be the best thing for me once they found me… they came up with many different ideas, but decided on this… but I play with him, do want to meet? Why? What did I ever do to you?
Sarah looked at me with disgust in her eyes and said “you know good and well what you and Phillip used to do to me” I told her the only thing I can remember that Philip and I used to do with her was when we 3 would go skinny dipping in a pond out in the woods near our home. Sarah says “yeah, but it’s what else y’all did to me. You and Phillip used to make me suck your dicks, and y’all would touch me all over my body, fondling me” I told her I remember that, but I remember her wanting to, she was as much a part of that play time as we were. She said “no, y’all raped me. Y’all took away my innocence. Y’all took something fun and made it dirty” I told her we never raped her, we never went inside her, because we didn’t even know what sex was. We were only 10 years old, we were just playing around as kids. It meant nothing.
She grew angry and said “it wasn’t just playing around” y’all were boys, and I was a girl. That’s rape”
we continue going back and forth with what I remember as just playing around, being kids
Sorry, now part 2 I guess
Bev and Sarah sat they’re in the room facing me explaining to me that I had a choice and what was going to happen to me next.
They told me that “I will be leaving soon, but I will not be leaving as I am now.” I asked them what they mean… they tell me that I have a choice…
They say “you’re not going to leave here whole, we are prepared to cut something off of you, but you get to choose what that is… you get to decide whether you leave here with your penis still attached, or your balls.”
What the hell? You can’t do that to me!
“Shut up” they tell me, “you have exactly 5 minutes to decide what you want us to remove… starting right now”
“And at the end of 5 minutes, if you have not decided, then we will take both your penis and your testicles. You will be left with nothing”
“The decision is yours, you have four and a half minutes left”
What the hell, you want me to tell you what I want to keep and what I don’t? I can’t do that, that’s not possible, you can’t do this to me.
“You have four minutes”
No, no, no, no… You can’t cut my man parts off. That’s barbaric. That’s insane!
I continue pleading with them, they just sit there staring at me.
“If I were you, I would decide what’s most important to me, do I want to keep my tiny weiner, or do I want to keep my little berries” they say.
How the hell do you expect me to make that kind of decision, I can’t do that
Bev says “well, let’s consider each option and what that will mean for you, what kind of life you will have… if we cut your tiny wiener off, it will mean you will not be able to stand and pee, you’ll have to sit every time you want to urinate… Like a girl”
“And without your tiny wiener, there will be no more sex, no more masturbation, no more blowjobs. But the upside is that you will still have your little berries, so you will still be able to function every other way as you do now, as a boy” (chuckles) you’ll still have the same body, and we’ll still have your hormones raging, you’ll still have your sex drive… But you won’t be able to do anything about it”
What the fuck, that’s no life.
“Ok, then let’s look at the alternative… If we cut your little berries off, that means no more hormones, no more testosterone, no more sex drive… That also means that you will lose what little buddy here you have, you lose what little bit of muscle you have, and you will gain wait and grow breast tissue”
“But you’ll still have your tiny weiner, which will get much smaller than it is now because you won’t be having erections anymore… and you should be able to still pee standing, it’ll just be more difficult because the little thing will draw up inside you”
No… I beg you, you don’t have to do this. I’m sorry for what I did to you when we were kids, I’m sorry that I hurt you. I’m really, really sorry! Please don’t cut off my manhood. I won’t have any kind of life.
“You mean your boyhood?”
Yes, I mean my boyhood, worry
(Awkward pause in the room…)
“You have 1 minute”
I don’t know what to tell you Sarah, please Bev, don’t do this. You don’t have to do this, please don’t.
No………… please no
“Your time has expired, you haven’t made your decision… Therefore you give us no choice”
Please, please listen to me… Let’s Make a Deal… you already have me on video, completely naked, completely hairless with my junk exposed… what if you use that to embarrass me, post it online everywhere, where am I coworkers, my friends, my family, everyone will see it what if I give you their emails and you send it to them directly? That will be more embarrassment and humiliation then I would be able to deal with, and I would run and drop out of society never to be seen from anyone again. Just please let me keep my tiny weiner and my little berries. I’ll do anything, you can humiliate me some more, take whatever pics you want, make me do whatever you want in a video I’ll do anything, just please don’t cut me
Bev and Sarah are not even listening, they’re just getting some tools out and some things I don’t recognize…
They turn to me in show me this big pliers looking thing, saying “this is an elastrator, and these little green things are the bands that we’re going to use on you”
What do you mean, I asked them?
“We’re going to use this elastrator to put this band around your little berrie”
What the hell, how is that little green thing going to go all the way around my nuts, I mean my berries?
They showed me, they had one already loaded in the elastrator. They move the elastrator towards me, and in my vain attempt to move backwards, trying to keep that thing away from my balls, I struggle, but it’s useless.
They tell me to “be still and not move around while they’re putting the band on me, because if it snaps off it will hurt a hell of a lot, and they’ll have to start over”
With the mirror still in view I can see exactly what they’re doing and how they’re doing it. They give me a shot of something I assume it’s to numb my scrotum so I don’t feel much . The elastrator is open in the band is spread out, they take my left nut and feed it into the open band, then squeezing my right nut in there. They pull both of my balls down as low as they can while raising the elastrator up as high and close to my body as they can get it, then they slowly release the band closing it around my scrotum.
The pain is immediate and immense… But the fear I’m experiencing is even worse.
“Well that part is done” they say.
Then they say “with the band on we can now cut your scrotum off”
My vision at this point is getting blurry from the tears in my eyes.
I’m left there still hanging with my hands above my head, completely naked, completely hairless with a tiny green band around my nuts. I’m feeling excruciating pain, and I try not to wiggle or move in any way because it just makes it worse. I’m left looking at myself in the mirror and I Can’t Take My Eyes Off of my scrotum. Hoping for the best, but fearing the worst.
Sarah walks over with a small knife, I can’t even look, I close my eyes and turn away. I feel her fingers around my scrotum, tugging it downward, making the pain even worse. She takes that knife and rather quickly slices just below the band, severing my scrotum with my balls in it.
She says “done” while Bev claps, they both cheer.
They give me another shot of some type of Novocaine or something. And after a few minutes the pain was starting to lessen quite a bit.
I asked them to please, please let me go now.
They laughed telling me “um, no… we’re not done yet boy” Sarah grabs my penis and says “this whole thing’s got to come off”
They give me another shot just above my penis. They put another band in the elastrator and put it around my penis pushing it up against my body, and pulling my penis out as far as they can before they release the elastrator, leaving the band at the very base of my penis.
It does hurt, but not as bad as I thought it would maybe it’s the shot they gave me.
Out of fear, I look down at my penis, not knowing what it’s going to look like when they’re done. Ice then realize that this is real, they’re taking something away from me that’s been with me my entire life. They’re taking away the very thing that’s made me who I am. They’ve already taken my balls, now they’re going to take my dick. This just isn’t fair I say out loud. This just isn’t right. You can’t just take a guy’s manhood away.
“Yes we can” they say. “You don’t need it. It’s too small for any good, and you don’t deserve to be a man anyway”
They laughed and asked me “what kind of sex life have I had anyway, were you ever able to satisfy a woman at all?”
“There’s no way any woman can have a skinny 4 and 1/2 inch weiner inside of her and her feel it. No way a woman can enjoy that”
“You’re pathetic, we’re doing you a favor.”
I’m pathetic? Sarah you didn’t think I was pathetic when you had me and your mouth did you? You sure loved sucking on it then.
“I never loved it, I just acted like I did because I didn’t want to hurt your feelings”
“Phillip’s dick was three times the size of yours. His was a lot of fun to play with”
She says “He had a nice dick, you had a baby dick” As she slices through my penis… “and now you don’t have that”
She drops my severed penis on a pan, with my two testicles in there, and sets the pan on a stool in front of me.
Maybe it was the shock, I don’t know, but my eyes were fixed on what was my penis and my balls sitting in a pan. I still hadn’t come to grips that they were not on me anymore. I looked into the mirror to see my reflection and was surprised at what I saw. The green band was still tightly closing off the opening before my penis came out of my body, all that was there was just a red spot where my penis was. I couldn’t even see my scrotum, there was nothing there.
Bev and Sarah then began to explain to me that they were going to drop me off at a hospital, where the medical professionals could properly close up my wounds.
But as they stood there looking at my naked body, they continue to Giggle and smirk, commenting that I look so feminine now. And that I should ask the doctors to finish the job and make me a woman. They laughed, enjoying my misfortune.
I’m not a woman, I’m still a man!
“Um… no you’re not little missy” showing me the pan with a penis and two testicles in it.
“But before we go, we just wanted to show you this…” they took my testicles out of the pan and put one of them on the floor, then Sarah stomped on it, flattening it out completely. Then Beth took my other testicle, placed it on that stool, then took a hammer and smashed it. Sending tiny pieces spraying around the room, and on me. Even though I didn’t have testicles on me, I could still feel the testicle pain when they did that.
“Oh, we can’t forget about little willy” even though it was now grey, and completely lifeless, I still wanted it back. It was mine, and they took it from me. Bev took what was my penis and sliced it up and multiple pieces… before chucking it in trash can.
They gave me a sedative which made me very, very out of it. I was still conscious but just barely. But I remember them untying me and walking me out the back door towards Bev car. On the way to the hospital they explain to me that under no uncertain terms am I too rat them out. I am only supposed to explain to them that I did this to myself. They told me that the video they made of me would be sent to their network of underground vigilante feminist. And all my information would be shared. So if I had any thoughts of turning them in, that my life would be taken from me by others in their group.
At the hospital, I was very cautious not to give any details, only saying that I did it on my own. The doctors told me that it’s possible they could have reconstruct a penis for me, but too much time it passed, and they weren’t able to do anything more than so me up and create a new route fot my urethra.
My life is a man is completely gone.