No

You try in vain to lick her to an orgasm, but all you can think about is her foot crushing your last remaining ball. Your cock is as hard as a rock with her wait pressing down on your last vestige of manhood on the line, but you fumble nervously around Kelsi's clit, unable to find just the right spot.

"Fuck...maybe you really do suck at this," she said, pressing harder against your testicle. "Or maybe you really do want to be neutered. Is that it Uncle Jason? Do you want me to take your manhood."

"No...please... I'm trying," you plead.

Kelsi presses harder and you feel pain in your groin. You cum, spraying a load onto the barstool and the tile floor. Then you hear a popping sound and again you black out.

Your second visit to the ER went much this same as the first. Doctors tried in vain to save your testicles, but at least it had to be removed, leaving your cock as an appendage good for nothing other than urination.

They start you on hormone therapy immediately, hoping to maintain your masculinity with your balls now totally gone.

This time Kelly was not there to greet you when you wake up. Later you discover that Kelsi had told everyone that the two of you were having wild anal sex on the kitchen counter when you fell and crushed your nut.

Kelly filed for divorce immediately. Derek kicked you out of the house and swore to beat your ass if he ever sees you again. You end up moving into a three room discount apartment by yourself.

You start your new job, which goes okay, but you find yourself less sure of yourself than ever before. Being castrated has left you broken not just in body, but in spirit.

A few months after the incident, there is a knock at your door. You open it to find Kelsi standing there in a short plaid skirt and white blouse. A few months earlier that would have had your cock riding to attention, but now it just stayed, useless and lifeless in your pants.

"Hi Uncle Jason," she said with a smile. "I've missed you. Have you missed me?"

"I don't even know," you manage to mutter.

She grabs you and kisses you passionately. Your lips respond and you kiss her back despite everything she has put you through.

"How about a third try?" Kelsi asked.

"What's the point, you have taken everything from me, even my ability to get an erection and have an orgasm?"

"That's the point," she said. "Now that those pesky little nuts aren't getting in your head with all those other thoughts, maybe you can focus on just me."

You stare at her blankly for a long moment, the sigh. What else do you have to live for, she has already taken everything else away.

You drop to your knees before her and worship her pussy. This time there are no thoughts about Kelly or cheating or even whether or not you should be fooling with your best friend's daughter. This time you push her quickly to an orgasm and get more aggressive, after nearly half an hour causing her to squirt in your face.

A few months ago your cock would have been throbbing, but now it just swung lifelessly in your boxers.

When she is spent, Kelsi reaches down and pulls you to your feet, giving you another kiss.

"I knew you could do it," she said. "Aren't you so happy? I've made you the perfect lover. You get to spend the rest of your life pleasing me!"

And that was that, Kelsi moved in and from that day forward you belonged to her. Publicly you presented as a happy couple, despite the age difference, but at home you were her "ball-less bitch" and she was your goddess. You were married a few months later by a justice of the peace, after signing a prenuptial agreement that gave her 100% of everything if you ever divorced her.

Every aspect of your life was now controlled by her. Your money belonged to Kesli, who now made all of the financial decisions, and she even picked out your wardrobe. The first and biggest change was ditching all of your boxers for panties because "you don't have balls, why would you need boxers?"

You worshipped her pussy whenever she felt horny, and occasionally she would even make you wear a strap-on to fuck her. Sometimes, afterwards she would use that strap on to fuck you until she came, which you came to enjoy as that was the closest you could get to an orgasm.

After two years together, you welcomed your first child as a couple. She told everybody that it was conceived through artificial insemination, which was believable as she told everyone you met that you had lost your testicles and couldn't get an erection. The truth was that after the first year of marriage, she started bringing guys home from the bar to fuck her in front of you. If she didn't finish, she made you clean up after them.

If the right mood hit her, she would offer you up to her "friends". You never really came to enjoy sucking cock or being fucked in the ass by other men, although as with the strap-on, with the right prostate stimulation you felt like you were going to orgasm.

Through everything, she continues to call you "Uncle Jason."