Castrated at the Moment of Ejaculation (MF, voy, castr)
By Martin (Address withheld)
My girl doesn't use feminist methods, she uses her
femininity. She uses my emotions against me by being a
"silly, giggly, submissive, timid, shy, innocent,
vulnerable cute little girlie" all through my ordeal.
From the start I am like a fish caught on the hook of my
masculine emotions, wanting to gaze at her, to kiss her,
and cuddle her. She uses my weakness and encourages me to
stroke her girlish plaits to intensify my longing for her
even more. She grins proudly at her giggly girlfriends as
they look on, knowing what is going to happen. One of
them even has a video camera.
She dresses to please me, but she uses her body and her
clothes as bait in her honey trap. She is wearing a tiny
shiny, wet-look micro-miniskirt, so short that a triangle
her tight, shiny, soft, wet-look panties can't be
ignored, not can her slender thighs or her belly button.
She clearly enjoys seeing me stare hungrily at her as my
body reacts to her and she savors my shame and discomfort
as our eyes meet.
She entices me to kiss her and kisses me back as I grope
her skirt, pressing and massaging her smooth skirt,
making it glide smoothly against her slippery panties,
feeling her tight buttocks and her delightful Mound of
Venus, my chest crushing her tits. She encourages me to
strip to my boxer shorts. We are both excited on
entwining our tongues and our bodies as we grope and rub
against one another. I am gagging for sex and tell her
so, lifting her skirt and trying to pull down her
panties.
The she exploits my male body, cruelly overpowering me by
turning the very embodiment of my masculinity, my
testicles, into my weakness. Suddenly I see a movement
out of the corner of my eye and then her knee as it
brushes my thighs aside and smashes up between my legs.
My world explodes in pain and I hear my own thin scream
as if from a distance. I gaze in shock, first at her cute
face framed in girlish plaits; then her tits; then her
belly and finally my face is in her panties as I try to
hold on to her as I slide to my knees.
I fall over backwards desperately clutching my shrieking
testicles, moaning and thrashing about in that awful gut-
wrenching pain. No female can know the excruciating
terror of testicle pain that seems to jangle every nerve
in the body so the whole body is just defined as "pain".
All a man can think about is the possibility, the hope
that sometime this torture might end. He is paralyzed,
just like a cat taken by the scruff of the neck, but
anyway, the will to do anything, even to move, drains out
of him like water down a plughole, he is powerless,
defenseless and utterly demoralized. If a female does
this to him, when he revives, his ego is battered and he
is timid and listless, especially if she humiliates him
further by reviving him with a testicle massage.
Every female should know, and every male should try to
keep secret, the fact that that in unarmed combat the
female will defeat the male every time by exploiting his
weakness.
In fact, she doesn't have to smash his bollocks at all:
the mere realization that she might do it to him sends
him into a panic and most of his attention is focused on
protecting his precious jewels. It is easy for her to
outfight him and overpower him.
She takes pity on me and, pulling off my shorts, she
gives my bollocks a firm massage, needing them for a good
ten minutes as I thrash and moan and whimper, hot tears
of shame and pain running down my face. Eventually,
sitting astride me, she sees me looking up her skirt and
my manhood starts to rise again.
She stands with one foot on my chest in the classic pose
of the victor, the conqueror, holding my shorts above her
head as a trophy and playing to the camera. "Female
revenge! Girl Power! Female defeats male," she shouts,
"Pussy beats cock!"
"Yes!" Her friends all applaud, cheer, jeer and point at
me and I lie there dejected in my humiliation.
"Let's wrestle: Fight me!" she taunts.
I have to try to save my male pride by standing up to
her. But it is no good, every "round" she humiliates me
more and her friends join in the goading and taunting.
She squeezes my balls until I scream for mercy, but she
won't let me submit until I kiss her panties. She rides
me bareback, using my bollocks to control me, just like a
horse's bit while her panty-covered pussy slides
invitingly on my back and my penis dangles hard between
my legs.
She puts her thighs around my neck and forces me to lick
her skirt, then panties, then giving her pussy a long
licking and sucking as she commands me to lick here, suck
there. She ties my hands behind my back and forces me to
kneel, then rapes me with a vibrating dildo, watching my
penis rise to attention with amusement. Then she sits
astride me facing backwards and holding my bollocks in
both hands for the camera, flaunting her female
superiority. I am naked, helpless and defenseless, my
male ego crushed.
Finally, she lies back with cushions under her shoulders
and pillows under her hips so that her feet are flat on
the floor and her panties in my face and says, "Come on
then, you wanted it, come and get it!"
I can't believe my luck and place my penis, as hard as an
iron bar on her skirt, my balls dangling on her panty
crotch and we kiss passionately as I grope her plaits
hard.
She rubs the head of my penis into the slippery pussy-
crease of her panties and I moan with pleasure. "Do you
want the little girlie who has defeated you?" she asks.
All I can say is, "Yes, please, Oh Girlie, girlie!" and I
kiss her passionately.
I pull aside her panties to slide my manhood inside her
moist femaleness, gently at first, but then ramming
gradually deeper and deeper every ninth thrust, then
every eighth and so-on until it is every time. I enjoy
pushing my penis up against her G-spot for a good few
minutes until she is moaning with pleasure too. I kiss
her tits and grope her skirt, thrusting rhythmically
until she does too, our pubic bones grinding together as
I enjoy the feeling of her fleshy mound and my chest
crushing her tits.
She announces "When you ejaculate, I am going to castrate
you!" I am stunned, but strangely aroused by the thought,
and when I see one of the girls pass her a knife I am
amazed that I can feel myself go harder. My male ego is
shattered forever. "Please, no, please Nooooo!!" I cry.
I am bucking and holding on to her plaits as if my life
depended on it. I am grunting like a pig as I strain to
relieve the pressure inside me and to get deeper
penetration. I try to stop but I am a goner. My back
arches, I snarl and grunt like an animal, she squeals
like a pig having its throat cut and pulls by buttocks
towards her, also wanting it deeper. Her legs go around
my neck like a snake and I know that she is at a high
level of orgasm.
She grabs my testicles with her left hand and squeezes,
holding back feeling of white hot metal pushing against a
thin burning membrane inside me. I know that the knife is
in her right hand and I feel the thrill of fear
intensifies my need to ejaculate, I can't stop myself.
I surrender completely to her and scream into her face,
"Yes, Yes! Do it! Do it! Castrate me! Geld me! Slice them
off! Rip my manhood from my body and hold it up as your
Trophy!"
I go rigid, then comes relief in the form of a delicious
explosion of spunk; followed by delightful waves as we
both spasm. She tells me afterwards that she could feel
great globules of my hot spunk gouting *hard* and hot
inside her and it sent her wild.
At the moment of my release I feel the knife. Even as we
have an orgasm together, she holds the bloody remains of
my manhood high above her head, a thin trickle of blood
running down her arm. The ultimate male thrill! The final
female victory over the male! Then she collapses in
exhaustion, her "little death", and I go limp too and
unconscious.
THE END
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