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The Matriarchy intro: Shooting the breeze with a friend from ALT (SkaSzy) the other day just chit chatting about general stuff, somehow the topic of castration came up and we came up with this scenario. Thought some of you sick puppies out there would like to read it as well. In the not too distant future The Matriarchy is in charge. A counsel of very unattractive women, of retirement age, have declared that males no longer have autonomy over their bodies (sound familiar?). Males are stripped of their human rights and are treated pretty much like cattle or sheep now. If they don’t have an owner they are kept in pens on government lots and used as slave labor. Although not compulsory it is heavily encouraged that owners get their male (or males) castrated. It's the socially responsible thing to do after all. There are posters and advertisements everywhere spruiking the benefits of castrating your male. The Matriarchy claims that and I quote.. " Castration gives you all the calming benefits of a lobotomy with the added bonus of population control.” As a result, castrating clinics have popped up everywhere. Kind of like Starbucks really, only more fun. Your Mistress tells you that she is taking you for a nice walk to get some fresh air and much needed exercise. You are sitting in the back seat eager to get to the man park. It’s been a long time since she has let you out of your cage. Hold on? This isn’t the direction of the park. You think. The car pulls up outside this huge ominous gothic building. Instinctively you sense something is wrong. Your Mistress comes around and grabs your lead but you pull back unwilling to get out of the car. Out of nowhere two burly female nurses rush over and before you know it their strong muscular hands have yanked you out of the car. You begin to protest but one of them quickly smothers your mouth with a rag with some strange smelling substance. You struggle and panic thinking "is that…?” but you pass out before being able to finish your thought. Slowly as you awake you realise you cannot move. You're naked, limbs secured, legs in stirrups seated in a black vinyl padded chair. You start to object but realise a rubber gag has been placed securely in your mouth. From your vantage point you to strain to look around the room. You see a trolley next to you with surgical equipment on it. You gulp. You know what’s in store for you. The room is cold but that’s not why your body begins to tremble. You hear footsteps. She steps back from the light, and finally you see her. She’s not tall, about 5’4, with dark curly hair down to her shoulders, and dark eyes. She shrugs off her white lab coat, revealing a black satin bra holding in a voluminous D cup. She turns her back to you, you see light shine from her black lycra leggings. The doctor hangs a thin black leather apron around her neck, and ties it off at the back. She steps turns and forward, reaching for a nearby metal table, picking up a pair of white latex gloves. You can smell the scent of rubber, as she fits her fingers in, and adjusts with a snap and a wink. Smiling gleefully the Doctor looms over you and strokes your hair. You notice in her hands she is holding a rusty serrated bread knife covered in blood and your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. “Oh don’t worry my dear. Your kind Mistress has paid extra for the medical package, less fun for me though, oh well. This is just for cheapskates out there.You won’t feel a thing, trust me I’m a professional”. She puts the bread knife down and pulls an alcohol wipe from an industrial sized tub, and you feel the cold liquid wipe across your thighs, groin and testes. Just for good measure, she slides it over your cock. Although it’s not an intimate gesture, it’s purely a practical one. The drop sheet beneath soaks up any excess fluid. As the scent of antiseptic fades, she reaches for the table again, this time picking up a syringe. You can see the milky white fluid inside. You wince, trying to instinctively pull away. But the straps have you, and then her hand has your balls. “Just a scratch” She says calmly. She leans in, focusing on your balls. You feel the slightest pinch, and then a cold sensation as she plunges the fluid into your left testicle. She pauses, then another scratch in the right. The cold sensation again, and she pulls back. You see her smile. “There, that wasn’t so bad was it?” You try to speak, but the rubber gag muffles your words. “Well just give that a few moments. We don’t want to start cutting before the local takes effect, do we?” You nod and see her reach down, massaging your balls. Despite your best efforts you see the beginnings of an erection. “Oh don’t worry about that, it happens from time to time. We get the odd masochist in here”. She chuckles. She you watch her, you notice that there are flecks of blood across her apron. It occurs to you that you’re not her first this morning, and probably won’t be the last. You look down, seeing your erection has grown further, and she gives your balls a good squeeze. “Anything? No? Great we can begin”. She turns back to the table, you see her peel the sterile packaging from a surgical knife, exposing the blade with a flash. “You’ll just feel a tugging sensation”. She says with a cool grin, as you look down. You feel her hand at your thighs, but mercifully not on your balls. The doctor makes a simple line across your left ball. You see a well of blood. She cuts again, and you see the skin split, revealing the pink flesh of your sack. Another stroke, and she has the white organ inside exposed. You try to look away, with a whimper and moan, but your head is propped up and strapped into the chair. “Now, no closing your eyes. That’s cheating”. She says with a chuckle. You are forced to watch as she squeezes your sack, and with a bloodied pop, your left organ is expelled. You groan, and watch as it dangles by its chord. The doctor brings up a pair of long tweezers, and gripping the chord, giving it a snip with the scalpel. She holds up the first of her prizes with a triumphant grin. You groan, and shake your head in disbelief. But it’s there, in front of you. “Just like that”. She smiles, then places the testicle into a specimen jar. “Normally we’d just give you a cheap plastic bag for that. But you know, this is the silver service”. She chuckles, and then reaches down again. You watch as she slits the second testicle open. A few strokes, and it’s exposed. A pop and a swipe of the scalpel, and she holds the second ball aloft. “See didn’t take long did it?” She displays your second testicle, and you have the sinking feeling that there is no coming back from this. The doctor’s eyes linger on your empty sack, as if savouring a job well done. She then seals the organ into the specimen in front of you, at eye level. “Sealed and preserved. Just like she asked.” She nods smiling. Overwhelmed you pass out from the shock of seeing your ego so expertly removed from your body. Groggily you come to in the back seat of your Mistress’s car. You hear her humming happily to herself. She notices you awake in the rear vision mirror and she beams at you. “You were such a good boy today, I’m very pleased”. Despite the pain in your loins you can’t help but feel proud for pleasing your Mistress. You look down at your lap and notice the specimen jar, a pink ribbon wrapped around it, containing the remnants of your manhood within. They look so small and insignificant to you now. You wondered why you were worried at all about it. cowritten with SkaSzy and RandomNightmare |
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Ouch! andy
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It's okay no females were hurt.
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