With two simple pokes

My hands shook as I loaded the chemical into the syringe. By now, my balls were still present and somewhat functioning, but very small, so getting the needle into them was a slight task.

The pain of the needle inserting was bordering on excruciating, and the burning sensation of the liquid was enormous. With the first done, I still had the other to go now knowing how badly it would hurt. With that one done my whole scrotum was ablaze with pain. Tears streamed down my face as I sat in agony from the physical results of my decision.

It subsided after an hour or so, reducing to just a dull soreness. Out of curiosity I felt around my sack, my anxiety shot through the roof as I felt at my left testicle only to have in crush between my fingers. The gravity of what I had done made my heart pound on my weighty chest.

I calmed myself as best I could and went to bed. Somehow I was able to drift off to sleep where dreams of great detail filled my consciousness. One such dream was of me being tied to a wooden fence, while women in thigh high heels from all over town lined up further than I could see to one by one kick my balls as hard as they could. Of course, given the transformation I had just started, the pain seemed very real.

The next morning I laid awake, dreading the first move I knew my hands would inevitably make. But for my day, my life for that matter, to continue, it must be done. At least the pain had subsided considerably, and I walks left with only a slight soreness in my scrotum.

I guided my right hand under the covers, no panties to intrude my inspection as I was in too much pain last night to consider wearing anything over that region. My fingers gripped my now empty scrotum, searching for the former residents now gone forever. Just a loose pouch made of flesh no longer serving any purpose, void of anything at all. A reminder of my former manhood, now given up forever in the interest of an easier life.

Remembering what Jessica had told me, I ate the accompanying pill, washing it down with a tall glass of water. Funny, even though I could swallow cum by the gallons without trouble, and deep throat a cock nearly as large as my arm, a little pill still game me trouble. I laughed a bit at this though as I began to notice my pain subsiding as the pill’s magic began to take effect.

“I guess I’m done with this now too.” As I looked down at my cage, which had emptied a lot since I first put it on. When I first secured it my penis barely fit inside, having to **** its way down to the base and cram my meat into it. Now it really didn’t seem to serve much purpose, as my little one inch clitty would have had no trouble growing erect inside the emptiness of my device if it were capable of growing erect at all.

A quick turn of the key and a click allowed the cage’s removal, and I turned to throw it into the trash as I heard a notification on my computer.

Of course it was an email from Jessica, who now seemed to be personally in charge of any communication I received from the office now.

Mandy,

I hope this message finds you well. I apologize for joy warning you about the **** pain of chemical castration, but this kind of think has a tendency to scare girls like you away. Again, I apologize.

I hope you have remembered to take the pill I gave you as well. This pill will have some pain relieving elements, as well as shrinking that unsightly ball sack that I’m sure now hangs empty underneath you. Soon you will have only you penis, and a smooth flap of skin between it and you hole, which daddies tend to find more pleasing.

I sure you find it as no surprise that I have taken a special interest in you. So with that said, I have asked a personal favor of our staff physician to inspect you. Please report to my office tomorrow at 9 am.

Thank you

Jessica Claire