This continues the story of Fantasy Castration Services, the organization that ran Rupture Fest 2020. You can read the first story here. This is a lightly edited submission by an anonymous contributor.
Eighteen? Eighteen? It was the largest group FCS had dealt with by a long shot. The largest until now had been 5 guys at once and that had been rather tame. This was going to need timing and precision coordination like never before.
Bill and Zack burst into Alex’s office, their eyes automatically going to where Alex’s sac used to be then to his face.
“I think I cracked the camera problems. You were right about the glass.” Bill looked pleased with himself.
Zack didn’t look as happy. “I think I might have a way around the sound problems but I’ll need everything but the clients set up and do a dry run to see if it works.”
Alex smiled, “We can do that Zack, I think the driver would probably like a dry run, that precise driving in something that big isn’t usually called on that often.”
“Brent?”
“Where are we with the reinforced glass?”
“The first samples weren’t tough enough. The second lot will work so they’ve only just started fabrication. So, I'd say two weeks and then shipping, that’ll be a long haul six to eight weeks?”
“That’s not good enough, we need it much faster.”
Marshall looked in “I have an old air force buddy who has a retired C-130 flying freight. He owes me a couple of favors. We’d just have to get the paperwork done for him; he was never a fan of paperwork.”
“Call him, if he does a good job, we might have more work for him.”
Unlike a normal business, Fantasy Castration Services was entirely dependent on shady backroom deals and impossible-to-trace finances. Having access to a cargo plane to move around assets could come in handy.
“On it, boss” Marshal left, pulling out his phone.
“We really going to pull this off, boss?”
“If we do and it sells as well as I think it will, you can all put your names in a hat, and I’ll pull one for the service.”
All the guys perked up.
“You serious boss?”
“If it breaks 10 million and I think it will, one of you guys should get the reward you really want.”
It was the biggest job they’d ever done, eighteen men. Only Rupture Fest dealt with this many men at once. While Rupture Fest was always a spectacle, at one point they cracked open over five dozen nuts in one event, Alex dealt with castrations at a more personal level. He gave men what they wanted no matter how bizarre and this one had taken months of planning and coordination. Alex took a breath and walked into the room to meet the clients.
“Gentlemen, it's good to see you all again.”
“Good to see you too sir.”
“Please no need for the sir, my name is Alex and I'm here to give you your wish, not give orders.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Now has everybody signed their paperwork?”
Eighteen voices in unison. “Yes Sir!”
“I’m sorry this took so long to set up. We had some technical difficulties and just as we were set to go, I found something that would make this even more special for you that altered the logistics some. Please follow me.”
Alex led the men out back of the building where his team had set up everything for today’s special occasion.
Outside there was a tank, freshly painted and idling.
The men saw the numbers painted on the side.
“You found Betty?”
“Is it really her?”
“Check the engine and chassis number.”
“Fuck it is her!"
“We’ve missed you, old girl!”
“We’re going to use her then.”
“Wow that’s amazing thank you.”
“Where'd you find her?”
“The Army had her in mothballs when one of my researchers found her, she was due to be scrapped. We did what we do for our clients and acquired her. Once we’re done today, we’ll ship her wherever you want her to have her next home.”
Alex smiled, having friends in high places definitely came in handy. This surprise was worth way more than the video-purchasing credits he had traded in for this favor.
The Sergeant stood beside Alex.
“That’s a mighty kindness you’ve done the lads sir, mighty fine.”
“The kindness is letting me help you all do this. I’m sure John would have appreciated this.”
John had been Betty’s driver and only man in the unit not to have made it home.
He’d died in combat from a freak accident, when a steel girder blew into the cockpit and chopped off his cock and balls, he’d died of blood loss but not before saving the entire unit by driving the damaged tank to safety.
The men had wanted to honor John, but the brass didn’t give him any posthumous medals for valor. They didn’t even notice his sacrifice. They’d talked about getting tattoos, something to recognize his sacrifice, but tattoos aren’t as permanent - a quick visit with a laser would wipe them away - they wanted something permanent. Someone piped up, they should all get their cocks and balls removed like John had. There had been much drunken laughter, but the seed had been planted.
Three months later they were putting together a plan to get surgical removal together, when one of them heard of FCS.
The first meeting hadn’t started that well.
They just wanted their packages removed, no fuss, no muss. Alex offered to get them in touch with a hospital that could do that for them. But they’d taken a liking to Alex and asked what he thought they should do.
“I don’t create your desires; I just fulfill them.”
“But you must have some ideas?”
“I’ll tell you what, gather round in a circle, thank you.”
“Now strip all of you.”
The men did as told there was some guffaws and good natured ribbing.
“Now grab the cock and balls of the man to your left.”
There were many halfhearted grabs and jokes.
“Guys I’m serious get your hands on his crotch or I'm done.”
They obeyed.
“Now close your eyes, all of you and keep them closed until I say otherwise.”
“Tell me about John.”
The horseplay and joking around stopped and they started telling.
It was almost two hours later the men were emotionally and physically exhausted.
Alex spoke up again.
“The package you're holding in your left hand is going to be destroyed in John’s honour. Tell me, how best to honor John in doing it.”
“John was our tank driver, how about we get them rolled over by a tank?”
The men all opened their eyes at the suggestion looking round at one another in silent confirmation.
Alex smiled, now he had something to work with.
Alex had wanted a long sheet of reinforced glass for the tank to drive along with cameras underneath to catch the action. The glass proved not strong enough for the length needed for all eighteen of them. He had compromised and gotten shorter lengths that would allow three men beside each other.
Alex’s team had been worried that if the men weren’t in the exact right positions, they could seriously injure John's comrades. A military tank didn't exactly have the maneuverability of a sports car. Bill had come up with a solution of ankle spreaders that could be attached to the ground with a stick with a dildo on the end to force their crotch forward and their back backwards.
Alex had been a bit concerned about taking this solution to the men, as far as he could tell they were all straight and he was about to ask them to stick a dildo up their arses in front of their mates.
They took it good naturedly with much ribbing and friendly insults.
“Well it’s about the only way we can have sex after.”
“Have you decided on an order or would you like to draw lots?”
The Sergeant looked up. “We decided to draw lots.”
“OK this is go time! You’ll still be able to back out until we have you secured. If you’d all like to put your dog tags in this bag we’ll draw from it. Once you’ve put your dog tags please strip and put your clothes in your marked container and take the ankle spreader beside it as they’ve all been calibrated to your dimensions.
The Sergeant was the last man to put his dog tags in the bag, instead while the men were distracted stripping, he put his tags in Alex’s hand instead.
“I go first.”
Alex nodded as he palmed the tags. And gave the Sergeant time to put his clothes in the box and pick up his equipment.
Alex made a show of drawing the first tags from the bag and called the sergeant’s name. Alex led the Sergeant and the rest of the men to the start of the run while the rest of his team finished fitting the cameras to the side of the tank so they could capture the facial expressions as the tank drove over their cocks and balls.
Alex took the ankle spreader from the Sergeant and lubed up the dildo.
“Lean forward over the platform please.”
The Sergeant complied.
“Do you want this easy or fast?”
“Fast.”
Alex took the dildo and shoved it up the sergeants arse in one swift motion and a “hurk” from the sergeant. Alex was surprised there hadn’t been any joking from the rest of the men.
“OK, straighten up. Do you mind me handling your junk?”
That got a snicker from the Sergeant.
“It’s about to be junked so what does it matter now?”
Alex took the Sergeant’s cock and balls and placed them between two raised pieces of metal that acted a little like a cock ring keeping them on the glass and forward of the rest of his body.
“Next put your hands on your butt cheeks.”
Alex adjusted his posture so that he was pushing his pelvis forward. He then got down and secured the ankle spreader to his ankles then the ground.
“OK all secure.”
“Next up…”
Alex repeated the process until all eighteen men were secured.
“Gentlemen now for the bad news, if the tank is going too fast it won’t properly destroy your genitals so we’re going to have to take it a bit slow which means it’ll hurt more but we’ll only have to do this once. If you're ready?”
The Sergeant called “Atten Hut” and all the men grabbed their cocks and started stroking them to attention.
“Present Arms” They resumed the position with their hands on their cheeks Pushing their erect cocks forward for the passing of Betty.
The positions had all been carefully measured to ensure a track would land directly on the soldiers wedding tackles. Cameras pointed up from under the glass track would ensure an amazing up-close view of each set of nuts being crushed from underneath.
As the first track came down on the Sergeants erect cock he declared “For John, Fallen soldier I salute you.”
The track forced his erect cock to bend as the pressure built something inside snapped and his cock folded into two. As the track made contact with his scrotum his testicles must have sensed their imminent destruction and tried to evacuate as many of his unborn children as they could but they were too late.
The Sergeant screamed a mixture of ecstasy and pain as his final orgasm was crushed by the 35 ton tank. It took a full 30 seconds before the track lifted off his ruined package on it’s man destroying run. Barely coherent he poked the pancaked mess that used to be his genitals. The screams of his men continued down the line but no man tried to escape the oncoming death of their ability to produce children and piss while standing.
The men nearer the end’s cocks had started to wilt but they hurriedly brought them back to attention for the final time. Proud of what they were doing for their lost friend.
Once all their genitals were destroyed and the men recovered enough for some coherence.
“Salute” Eighteen pairs of hands went to the top of the metal pieces that had held their genitals in place.
“Fire” The men pushed down and the sharpened guillotine cut off the ruins of their cocks and balls, there would be no attempts at any sort of reconstructive surgery.
Part 3.5: Interlude
30 million.
Alex couldn’t believe it as he double checked the sheet of paper Herb had just handed him.
“Is this right?”
“Yes boss. I’ve been watching it all day and waited until it hit this to bring it to you.”
“I mean, I guessed it would do well. But that’s triple what I expected.”
“I know boss. The even better news is that it’s also driven up sales on the other releases.”
“How much?”
“Another 20 million total so far!"
Alex looked thrilled.
"All the guys are outside; I haven’t told them yet. But I think they’re curious.”
“I don’t doubt it. I told them if we broke the 10 million, I’d stick all the names in the hat for Services.”
“Just so long as mine isn’t in there.”
“Don’t worry Herb.”
Alex headed out of the office.
“Listen up guys. I’ve some news from sales.”
He had instant rapt attention.
“Sales of our military friends didn’t go as I’d expected.”
Faces crumpled.
“The latest figures, one week after release, is 30 million.”
The cheering was deafening.
“Wait, sorry I misread that. That’s 30 million PROFITS so far. Even after we bought a tank and the trouble with the glass…”
Alex sat down a little shocked himself. He took a piece of paper and started writing his staff’s names down on it.
Zack spoke up. “Boss, I'd like my name taken off the list. I want to lose them at the next Rupture Fest instead. I’m sorry boss.”
He looked at Alex expecting him to be mad.
“Not to worry if that’s what you want. I’m here to help you,"
“I’d like to lose them at Rupture Fest too.” Dave had spoken.
“I’ll speak to the Management and make sure you get your invites.”
That brought a lot of smiles to faces.
“Anyone else want to withdraw from the running?”
Marshall looked a little sheepish. “The wife wants one more kid before they go, better I step out this time and let someone who wants them gone sooner have the fun.”
“Anyone else?”
No one spoke.
Alex folded the names into tiny balls and put them all into the leather pouch around his neck.
“Herb, you wanna' feel up my old man’s sac?”
There was a lot of giggling around the room at that one.
Herb made a show of pulling a name out. Handed it to Alex who unfurled it.
“We have a winner.. Hal.”
A cheer went up and there was much back slapping as well as a few sac taps to celebrate their colleague getting his biggest wish.
“How are they coming off Hal?” Bill asked.
“Um… I need to think. I do want them gone, I just…. well I don’t really have a fantasy.”
A smile spread across his face. “But I bet Herb does. So that’s what I want! I want Herb from Marketing to come up with my nutting, but I’m keeping my cock!”
Herb rushed over and crushed Hal in a bear hug.
“Wow thank you man, that’s amazingly sweet of you.”
Part 4: Hal & Herb
Today was extra special for the FCS team. Today they were going to be giving their services to one of their own. Hal the computer specialist and software programmer lead was having his balls removed. Hal’s name had been drawn from a hat after the success of the army unit had their packages destroyed by a tank. Hal had graciously offered his castration to Herb, head of Sales and Marketing, to destroy as he’d seen fit.
That had been months ago, there had been a lot of back and forth about how it would be done. Herb making suggestions and Hal shooting them down. It eventually came to a head.
“Herb I know you. You are a sick twisted monster that lusts after balls to destroy.” Hal dropped his pants, grabbed his balls and shook them at him.
“These are yours, think of the most fun and depraved way to destroy them that’s ever given you a hard on to destroy them and do that. You only get to do it once so do it right. I want people to see it and think, ‘that was fucked up.’”
A few weeks after that Herb had his method, He swore everyone else to secrecy, Hal wouldn’t know what was going to happen until it started. He arrived early and his excitement was obvious. He quickly signed the paperwork and added a small note at the end which only Alex saw.
Alex read it and hugged Hal.
"That’s so sweet I’ll make sure it’s done, if possible..."
Hal shrugged at ‘if possible.' as he took his clothes off, threw a towel over the couch and started distracting himself with his tablet while waiting for the big event.
Herb arrived on time, all nervous energy and excitement. Alex sent him into the living room, Hal was still on the couch, he moved one leg up onto the couch with a cheeky grin. Herb’s eyes locked onto Hal’s package. He knelt down between Hal’s legs and gently kissed each testicle in turn.
"That’s likely to be the last time I’m gentle with them.” Herb quipped.
Hal put a hand on Herb’s cheek as he started to chubb up.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Herb looked to Alex who nodded. Hal moved to get up.
“No stay here, this is where I planned to take you out of the gene pool.”
Hal sank back down again as Alex came over with a scalpel and disinfectant.
“I’d say relax, but that’s just disinfectant, no anesthetic, this will hurt.”
Alex wiped down Hal’s scrotum and made two incisions along the bottom and stepped back.
Herb watched the pain in Hal’s face with growing excitement. He reached down and roughly squeezed Hal’s sac forcing his testicles to pop out and hang by their cords.
Herb bent down to examine them at close range. Alex passed him a large sewing needle with what looked to be fishing line through the eye.
“Sor….” Herb stopped himself, “I’m not really sorry, this is going to hurt and I’m going to enjoy every moment of it.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
Herb jabbed the needle through the left testicle with sadistic pleasure and pulled several meters of line through the friction of the line moving causing more pain. Then he repeated for the right nut. Then looped back through the right nut and into the left again. Back and forth, back and forth leaving the line loose where it folded back on itself.
Alex had ended up lying across Hal’s chest to contain his struggles after securing his leg in a leg spreader at the knees and his ankles to the floor. He lay across him so Herb could see his face and enjoy the torturous pain in it as he worked. The thrashing had also kept his cock stimulated, although he was pretty sure he’d have stayed rock hard the entire time anyway.
Once Herb was finished with Hal’s testicles they were held to each other by a mess of fishing line, there was probably more fishing line than testicle there. Both Herb and Hal admired his work as Alex got off Hal, took each end of the line and tied it to something then gave Herb a remote with one button on it. Looking longingly into Hal’s face Herb explained.
“Each end of the line is tied to a high-speed winch. I press this button and the line is snapped taunt I’m not quite sure what happens to your nuts but I imagine it will be messy.”
Hal’s cock had become rock hard as Herb described what was about to happen, he leaned forward and could just get the tip of Herb's dick in his mouth while he stroked his cock.
“Tell me when you're on the edge, I want your last orgasm to be my signal.”
Herb face fucked Hal and it didn’t take long before Hal was about to explode since he was excited to see his testicles gone.
“Herb, I'm almost there.” He panted.
Herb straightened up a little so he could look into Hal’s eyes.
“Last chance.” Herb warned, sweating. He wasn't sure Hal would actually go through with it.
“I love you.”
“I love you too, marry me?” Herb smiled.
“Yes!” Hal was almost ecstatic as Herb pressed the remote and the high-speed winches sprang to life.
Three things happened simultaneously. Herb's load painted Hal's face. Hal started to cum explosively as the fishing line was pulled taunt, ripping Hal’s testicles to shreds and spraying them both with the destroyed nut meat. Hal screamed in ecstasy and pain.
Herb collapsed on Hal, smearing the mix of jizz and nuts between them, panting from the most intense and powerful orgasm of his life. He looked up at Hal.
“I meant it, I love you and I want you to be my husband.”
“I love you too, and yes, always yes.”
Congratulations. The tank crushing balls is an inspired idea.
ReplyDeleteWill there be a followup story with Herb allowing Hal to castrate him?
ReplyDeleteThat would be so hot!