A ruined orgasm

Your hands leave your cock, and you turn back towards Saturn Girl, your cock twitching, wanting to explode, but just a drizzle of cum escapes before it lies there, flacid. You hear the other super-dommes around you laughing, but Saturn Girl certainly isn’t.

“Dirty boy!” she says, as you feel your hand slapping your face, hard, again and again.

Then your hand’s back on your cock, lifting it out of the way, while your other hand starts slapping your balls. The other super-dommes laugh louder, telling you to hit them harder, but it’s out of your hands, as Saturn Girl gets you to pull up your fists in front of you, interlaces your fingers, and then repeatedly drive your joined fists into your cock and balls, forcing you to drop to your knees, your cries of pain almost drowning out the sound of the girls’ laughter.

As you sit there kneeling, trying not to cry, trying not to seem weak, trying to ignore your aching balls and the taunts of the various super-dommes, you find yourself looking up at Saturn Girl.

“Forgive me, Mistress Imra,” your voice says. “I will never ever cum again.”

She looks down at you, smiles. “You’re just saying what I want you to say. Still, if you really don’t want to cum, I can fix that for you.”

She just stands there, and you look at her, expecting her to do something, but then you feel the ache in your balls has gone, and that you’re not even feeling hard down below looking at her voluptuous curves, you’re not feeling anything. You look down and see that your genitals have gone completely, you’re all smooth there now, like some anatomically-incorrect doll.

You feel numb, in every sense.

“It’ll take a while before you start screaming,” Saturn Girl tells you. “First comes denial, but once you get over the shock, and the long hours of screaming, I think you’ll thank me. The others won’t,” she looks round at the other super-dommes. “Some of them wanted to castrate you themselves.”

You just kneel there, unable to breathe properly, unable to comprehend what’s going on, as you look down where your cock and balls used to be.

“Only kidding, I was just playing with your mind,” she says, as your cock and balls reappear, much to your relief, and then burst into flame. “I can make you think anything I want you to think,” she tells you over your screaming, and the searing pain, as your cock burns to a crisp and your glowing balls shrivel up in the fire. It’s just too much for your poor mind to take and you pass out.