my manhood

After I graduated high school, I spent six months in the shadow of the Argentine mountains, living amongst the locals. I was what they called a “summit hyper.” Essentially, my job involved walking around to all the hot tourist spots and talking about how nobody could climb the mountains, that is, no one who wasn’t extremely brave. Supposedly this was so they would hire a guide and the local villages would get a portion of the money. So, this works about 25% of the time; these guys end up trying to go climb Mt. South America and all just to prove their manhood or something.

Well, one time I was in the plaza doing my speech when this guy in the back of the crowd stands up and asks me if I’ve ever even been to the top of the mountains. I was taken aback. I didn’t really know where this was coming from. Here he was, trying to assault my manhood, my self-respect. Who was he, you know?  Who was he to try to come at me like that.

They still had duels in Argentina. Yes, like the ones from 18th century America. Each person gets a pistol and does the step thing and turns and fires and honor and all that. So I challenge the guy to a duel.  He says “Where?”  I say “Top of that mountain!” all dramatic like and point to the top of the tallest peak of the area. He of course accepts.

We depart the next day. It’s just me and him and our pistols on our journey up. 13,000 feet and no safety harnesses or anything.  This was at the start of winter, too, so it was a real challenge. We help each other out, though, pointing out pitfalls and sharing a fire at the end of a hard day’s climb.

His name was Hernando and he was my best friend until I won the duel.

Let’s talk about Tweek x Craig, mkay? :

Notice the difference in the eyes:

Craig has the ‘panic’ or ‘worried’ expression. He’s just straight out terrified. While Tweek just has bags under his eyes, but his eyebrows do show expression. But he’s not as bad as Craig though.

Tweek’s family came off as accepting, even proud of their son.

I’m going to take a wild guess and say Craig’s family didn’t even mention the rumors, making Craig even more paranoid. Which is why Craig’s face is more worried than Tweek’s.

After the fight

When PC principal calls Thomas to tell him his sons has been in a fight, PC principal reefers to it as a 'Lovers quaral’ which causes Craig to say “God Damnit.” Would Craig be worried about that certain wording, especially when PC principal is saying it to his homophobic father?

But look at Tweek.

Notice the difference in their eyebrows.

Tweek doesn’t react until Craig reacts negatively. Then just goes along with it.

The break-up scene

Things obviously go way out of hand, totally off track. And Tweek’s performance actually took an impact on Craig, “I was totally wrong about you. I opened myself up, and let you in…” Could this line have triggered something in Craig in some way? Because then he stood leaning forward with his mouth open, up until Wendy gave him an angry look. Before Tweek said this, Craig was just angry, now he’s stunned, and in shock.

Even if it was acting, really good acting- could it have actually emotionally got to Craig? Craig knew he was acting, that’s why we was angry, but then- he’s wide eyes with a gaping mouth. Whatever it was, it did something to Craig.

And then we have the walk of shame, cue iconic sad music.


Craig’s house: Usuing masculinity trying to cover up homosexuality

This scene is very important, he’s working on a bike. Why a bike? Most kids in his grade are still riding tricycles. Now, take what I say with a grain of salt but my closeted gay friend said most closeted men try and prove their masculinity such as working on mechanics or heavy lifting (ect.) “I always felt I had to prove my manhood just because I was gay, or else the other guys would tease me about going shoe shopping or some other gay stereotype” I’m NOT saying all men are like this, but I’m saying this could POSSIBLY refer in Craig’s case.
And men’s confidence and self-esteem can greatly depend on how ‘manly’ they feel, and how manly they believe other men and women see them as being. There’s no way Craig would be able to ride that bike, his short legs wouldn’t even reach the pedals. But maybe Craig was feeling his manhood was in danger, just because he may have feelings for a guy? So it should be no surprise that some men go overboard to prove – to themselves and everyone else – that they’re not only ‘real men,’ but super-manly.

Tweek confronts Craig

Craig doesn’t wanna hear it. Basically tells Tweek to fuck off. He was angry, angry that the school hates him, angry that he’ll never get any “chicks” and angry that Tweek just betrayed him.

Tweek opens up to Craig, stating he made him “believe in myself in a way I never have before.” And that Craig “changed something in him”, I’m pretty sure this is where Tweek accepts his feelings for Craig- it doesn’t matter the gender, it just matters how they make you feel. And to Tweek, Craig is his rock. His support. His reassurance. Craig has made Tweek feel something that in all his 10 years of living, he’s never felt before. Craig is someone special to him, Craig makes him a better person. Then it hits craig-

Realization

Making him realize, maybe he does actually have feelings for Tweek. Or at least, something sparked between them in that exact moment. Maybe everything Tweek just said, he felt he could relate to all of that with Tweek. BUT–

But then after Tweek’s line, you could hear Thomas cry. I’m sure Craig heard it too. Right when he cries, Craig looks down, saddened. Reminded of his unaccepting father, which then causes him to tell Tweek to “go be gay with someone else.” Tweek is obviously saddened by this, saying “Alright Craig, alright.” If they were actually “doing this for the town” wouldn’t it be easy to go be gay with someone else, instead of being stuck on one person? All the town really cared about was a pair of kids that were gay, didn’t matter who. But Tweek didn’t want anyone else but Craig.

Coming around

Cut to Thomas Tucker, explaining to his wife “I can see how much they’re both hurting, but… Can’t you understand that in my time we just didn’t accept this?”

So there we have proof that Craig was showing obvious sadness around the house. I don’t think it was about everyone hating him at school either, as we all know Craig is known to either be angry or he just doesn’t care. He was angry about the school. But not sad. He was saddened over Tweek. He’s never showed any sad emotions on-screen up until now.

I have a feeling Craig automatically regretted what he said to Tweek, he obviously didn’t want him to leave, or to find someone else. It didn’t seem long after Tweek left, that Craig was being a lil’ emo in his room of darkness. The animators actually went out of their way to exaggerate the sadness in his eyes.

Thomas comes and comforts his son, as the Official South Park Wiki explains it– “Though he was raised in a homophobic home, when he realized his son seemed happier with his boyfriend, he decided to let go of his prejudice.” All he cares about in the end, is Craig’s happiness, and Craig didn’t seem happy without Tweek.

He told Craig, “Son, you need to listen to me. You can’t fight being gay. I used to think that being gay was a choice, but, you don’t get to decide. Japan picks who they pick, and that’s that. I don’t understand this stuff. but… I do know that if you try and resist it, you make yourself miserable your whole life. Everyone was so proud of you, Ah I was just being selfish. I wanna be proud of you too. I like gay Craig. I love you. Here’s a hundred dollars.” Now, a few sentences stood out. 'You can’t fight being gay’ Craig was obviously trying to fight it this whole time, but in the end, he missed Tweek. 'I used to think being gay was a choice but, you don’t get to decide’ I think Craig has already figured that out by this point. He was obviously upset about the break up, shown in the walk of shame plus obviously upset that Tweek left. ’I do know that if you try and resist it, you’ll be misserable your whole life.’ –and what is Craig right now? He’s absolutely miserable. He’s in his room. In the dark. Extremely sad. 'I wanna be proud of you too’ this whole time, Craig was worried about his father’s acceptance and what he would think, well in very statement, he finally got his approval. ’I like gay Craig, I love YOU.’ I think this speaks a lot. Thomas just said, gay or not, he still loves him. If he’s gay, great, if he’s not, that’s okay too.

Ending

After Thomas’s speech, Craig goes and finds Tweek, walks up to him, and holds out his hand. I could understand the speculation this ending could cause and why people would think that they’re just pretending. But I really loved it. It leaves it up to the viewers imagination on what happened.

-Epilogue-

But they gay, it’s official, so gtfo of here with that “They’re faking for the town.” Bullshit.

Anyway, thank you for sticking around if you made it this far. I appreciate it! :) Some of what I said, you probably knew already. But while waiting to play The Fractured But Whole, I thought I might as well make my own episode analysis to Tweek x Craig. I’m just a boy that is obvious creek trash. *Drops mic* Lys, OUT! *walks off stage while flipping my tail coat*

Track and Fuck

In the haze of the afternoon I can feel my uniform shirt starts to cling on to my back in places as it was soaked with my sweat. I was wondering what I am doing here. It was the annual national school games season and it was the first time our school’s track and field athletic went into the finals. Our overly excited principal got the entire school down to support our student athletic. I was constantly drinking up as the heat was unbearable. I can’t wait for the race to be over.

Everyone left the stadium after the prize presentation ceremony and awaits for the bus back to school. It was then, when I felt a pressure sensation radiating from my bladder. I needed to pee , all the drinking earlier must had contributed to it. I excused myself from my class and ran towards the nearest toilet.

The toilet was packed with the student supporters from Raffles. All of the cubicles and urinals were occupied. The pressure in my bladder increased and I needed to release myself badly. I remembered that there’s another toilet near level two and it was away from the main entrance, there shouldn’t be much people using it. I ran out of the toilet and make my way to the toilet.


I make my way to the second floor toilet, holding my bladder that was about to burst soon! Upon arrival, the toilet was rather empty, I quickly head to the nearest urinal and relived myself. I went to the sink to wash my hands once I was done. While washing my hands, I heard some weird noises. It sounded like a combination of heavy breathing and moaning sound, I decided to find out where the sound was coming from. I looked around the toilet, the sound was coming from the last cubicle in the toilet. I was uncertain if I should go near but curiosity got me. I carefully walked towards the last cubicle, making sure that I will not arouse any suspicion.


As I went closer, I noticed the sound getting more intense, the cubicle door was locked. Someone was in there, I was very curious to find out what’s going on in there. I went into the cubicle next to it and peep into next door to see what’s happening in there. I saw a guy in dark green singlet sitting on the toilet seat. As I took a closer look, I could recognised that he was one of Raffles’s track and field student athletic. He was half naked with his tights pulled down to his knees. He was holding his phone with one hand, and jerking himself with the other hand. With earpiece plugged in, this Raffles boy was completely unaware of the surrounding. I took a look at what he was watching on his phone and to my disbelief he was watching some gay porn on his phone.

I could not believe my eyes, the scene in front of me was indescribably erotic. I took out my phone and went straight to camera mode, I wanted to record the scene down. I must have been too eger to record the scene down that I forgotten to switch to video mode before pressing the button. Bright flash started beaming out of my phone as it captured image of the scene in front of me. The Raffles boy was completely caught off guard as the bright gleaming flash blinded his eyes.

“WTF!” the Raffles boy yelled out as he recovered from the shock and caught me in act. He quickly pulled up his tights while tucking his hardon in. He unlocked the cubicle door and dashed out towards me. I was panicking and didn’t knew what to do as I stood there awaiting for my doom.

The Raffles boy pushed through the door of the cubicle door I was in and snatched my phone away before pushing me off. I fell onto the toilet seat still shaking from fear.

He went into the gallery on my phone and saw his photo. He was blushing from embarrassment as he started swiping through my gallery to see if there’s any more pictures of him taken. That’s when he discovered photos of naked men on my phone. Those were images I gathered from tumblr, mostly gay porn. My secrets were laid bare in front of this Raffles boy.

“I… am sorry… I am… so so so sorry…” I stuttered as I tried my best to apologize. My hands were trembling as I gathered myself to say those words.

“Hey! Hey! It’s ok… Calm down… It’s ok alright… I forgive you, just calm down first.” The Raffles boy said, his voice sounded angelic and calming but that was not enough to calm me down. I was still shaking from fear as I kept on apologizing. I was about to burst into tears.

Upon seeing that, the Raffles boy went up to me and gave a tight hug. He whispered into my ears. “Hush … shh… it’s ok…”

I found comfort in his touch as he huddled beside me. I could smell him as his sweaty scent starts to invade my senses. I hugged him back. I could feel the wetness from his sweaty singlet but I wasn’t bothered by it at all, all I wanted to was to find comfort in his arms.

“It’s ok.. I am not gonna hurt you” the Raffles boy said as he gave me a few pat on my back assuring me. I recovered from the shock and started to gather myself.

“Here you go, don’t do it again alright.” The Raffles boy said as he returned my phone back.

“I am sorry, I just can’t control myself. The scene of you wanking is just too hot ” I said remorsefully as I confessed my feelings to him.

“Haha, well I don’t usually masturbate in public but it’s been weeks since I last released myself due to the competition and I can’t control myself too. So we are even now.” The Raffles boy replied as he stifled a grin.

“Haha ermm… so now what?” I asked

“Nothing , you are free to go.” He replied.

I was relieved that he let me off so easily, a few minutes ago I was still panicking with thoughts of what will happen to me. I should really get going before he changes his mind but a part of me wanted to stay. I stood there rooted to the ground, my body was unwilling to leave this Raffles boy.

“Don’t want to go is it? Don’t go then you got to help me out already.” The Raffles boy chuckled as he joking delivered that statement.

Somehow his words ignited the courage within me, I went up to him and planted my lips on his. He was caught by surprise at first but his raging hormones took over him. He pulled me closer to him, at first his kiss was small and gentle but then it grew bigger and more intense. He tasted tentatively with his tongue as he traced it across the bottom of my lip. The caress of his lips was so soft. Soon we started swallowing each other making the kisses even more intense. I let out a moan and so did he while his warm breath traveled into my face.

Our hands were busily fondling with each other’s body. I can feel his toned abs underneath the thin singlet he was wearing. He was playing with my nipples as he playful pinch them underneath my school uniform, every touch was intensifying. Lust completely delved into me as I got down on my knees, kneeling in front of the Raffles boy. I pulled his tights down as his manhood sprigged to life. In front of me was a 7inch cut dick waiting to be sucked. I didn’t managed to get a good view of it just now but oh boy he’s 7inch dick is beautiful, with just the right amount of veins popping out.

I looked up at the Raffles boy as he grabbed hold of his manhood and gave my face a few smacks with it before placing his shaft at my lips. I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around his shaft. I moved and started going to town on his dick. I was slobbering in it, I used my tongue, deep throated right off the bat. He was moaning in ecstasy as he gripped hold of my head pushing his dick deeper into my mouth. I was gagging as his 7inch dick hits the back of my throat.

“You like the taste of my dick huh?” The Raffles boy said as he continued fucking my mouth. His moaning started to get intensified as I could feel his dick twitching in my mouth. I knew he was close but I wanted to spend more time with him. I stopped sucking him and moved on to licking his balls instead. He probably knew I wanted more as he gave me the cheeky look with a grin on his face. It didn’t took him long to pop the question. “Can I fuck you” he asked as I nodded my head.

I got up as he guided me to turn my body around with my back facing him. He reached out to my school pants and unbuckled them before pulling them down to my knees. He grabbed my dick with my underwear still on as he felt the percum at the tip of my dick. 


“So horny huh?” He whispered into my ears as he pulled my undies down. I bent myself over with my hands holding on to the toilet bowl’s water tank as I prepared myself with what’s about to come.

Shortly after I felt a warm sensation around my butt crack. It felt warm and wet, it was definitely not a dick, the feeling was a little ticklish and very much pleasurable. I could tell that the Raffles boy’s face was very near my ass as I can feel him exhaling, it was then that I figured out he was rimming me. He was exploring my ass with his tongue as he moves around my butt crack sending shivers all around my body. I was moaning uncontrollably as the sensation felt so good especially when he was near my boyhole.

He gave my ass a few slaps before he spat on his hands. Using his saliva he lubed up his shaft and my boyhole. I was all prepared to receive this Raffles boy.

He slipped two fingers into me, preparing my boyhole for his 7inch shaft while constantly reminding me to relax myself. Once he felt that I was loose enough to take his manhood, he removed his fingers from my boyhole and spat more saliva on his hands before rubbing them onto his shaft.

“I am going in.” The raffles boy warned.

“Yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard” I begged. I was leaking badly from all the rimming and fingering earlier, I just want this Raffles boy’s manhood in my boyhole so badly.

He placed his dick at my butt crack before positioning it at my boyhole. He entered my boyhole stretching it wide with his 7inch shaft. I was moaning out loud, both from the pain and pleasure he was giving me. He covered my mouth with his hands to muffled the moaning sound as I was making too much noise. Soon his entire 7inch shaft was in as he continued pushing deeper into my boyhole hitting my prostate. He remained in that position for a while, soon the pain had subsided and I was feeling more pleasure instead. The Raffles boy started thrusting in and out out my boyhole. Everytime he goes in, he will make sure that he went in deep and hard hitting my prostrate. He was penetrating and fucking me till a point of no return. It didn’t took him long to stimulate me enough to made me auto cum. I cummed as I unload shots after shots of cum all over the toilet seat.

I Guess the sight of me auto cumming was too much for him to handle as he increased his pace and thrust me even harder.

“Ah fuckkkk, I am cumming in you” The Raffles boy moaned as his body started twitching before he unloaded massive shorts of his man load in me. I can feel his warm cum filling up my entire boyhole, some of his shots went deep in.

Both of us was catching our breaths as our body was recovering from the massive ejaculation. The raffles boy was still in me as his dick starts to turn flaccid. Shortly I started feeling something warm in me. The Raffles boy was pissing in my boyhole. Warm jets of pee was flowing into me as he emptied his bladder into me.

“That’s for taking my photo!” The Raffles boy joked before pulling out his already soft dick once he’s done.

I turned around and sat on the toilet bowl to empty my bowel. Warm flow of the Raffles boy’s urine mixed with cum flowed out of my boyhole. The Raffles boy helped me to wipe my ass clean once I was done. The both of us got dress and left the cubical.


That night when I reached home, I saw the image of the Raffles boy still in my phone, did he leave it on purpose ?

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Today, two years ago I stuck the first needle in my leg declaring the beginning of my medical journey to manhood. Looking in the mirror, I never would’ve thought I’d ever see the best version of myself staring back at me. Testosterone has truly changed my life and I’ve been blessed to be able to live out my authentic self.

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Family Trip

20m, last year my Father had to visit Spain where another company wanted to merge with his. Having been on the rocks with my Mother at the time he thought it would be best to bring her and myself with him. Thinking this would bring the spark back into their lives he booked a five-star hotel for the month. My Mother and I were more than excited having never been there or Europe in general. We did not know what to expect at all. The moment I found out about this I began looking up things to do while there. Making a list at the very top was to hit some beaches since it was the middle of summer there. My Mother had the same idea packing a carry on bag of just bikinis and towels. When we got there it was everything you seen in movies plus so much more. The first two weeks my Father would be meeting his potential partners during the days working with their company to see how they function and stuff. So it was just my Mother and I, which was much better than their bickering all the time when he was around. Our first day we decided to find a beach so she had me look up the closest one. Telling me she can’t wait any longer to get in the water she didn’t care how nice the beach was only that it was the closest. I found a highly rated one on google and we called a taxi and went straight there. It was mid day on a Monday so there won’t be a lot of people there the driver told us. She was even more excited about this since crowded beaches aren’t relaxing. When the driver dropped us off my Mom had me pay him as she ran off to the beach. When I caught up to her standing at the edge I soon realized what she had moments before. Unlike the U.S. this was Spain and it was very very normal that this was a Nudist beach. My Mom’s face was red and not from the sun and I too started to blush as mature men and women walked around with their privates freely flopping in the wind. She smiled awkwardly at me and I shrugged telling her I had no idea this was even a real thing. She said we should just go out there in our bathing suits and act as if its a normal beach ignoring the other people since there really wasn’t anyone there. I accepted and we found a nice spot pretty much secluded to ourselves. My Mom didn’t waist any time running to the water and diving in as I laid out looking at all of the old women in the distance. I had never seen mature women completely nude in person so seeing their unfit bodies was new to me and surprisingly a turn on. I think that was because it was so new and raw that my body couldn’t say no. Once my Mom got back from the water she laid down beside me to get some sun telling me how nice the water is. I could care less about the water at this point trying to make my half hard dick unnoticeable to her. A few minutes passed and I saw two older men walking our direction. The one was fat with his stomach completely overshadowing his dick and the other very average. They came straight over to us and began talking to us. Unable to understand Spanish my Mom told them and they repeated themselves in English for us. The average guy said, “this is a nudist beach and you must know it is very disrespectful to the rest of us that you wear your bathing suits.” Standing there with very aggressive looks they made it a point that we must either strip or leave. My Mom looked at me with a disappointed look as she tried to reason with me on why we could stay. Telling me she didn’t mind if I didn’t I then agreed. She said to the men that was fine we will strip so they can go back to enjoying themselves. They then shot me some mean looks before going away. Mom then smiled at me and said, “I guess it is no big deal seeing your mother naked”, as she untied her top straps. Watching her ample tits bounce out of the top was more than amazing having always wondered what they looked like. Stunned I never imagined they would be so amazing though. She has a thin waist from working out a lot and around 5'7" with 32DD. She then continued to take off her bottom and looked to see if I was doing them same. I froze since my dick was now hard as fuck and I feared what she would say. She seemed to notice my embarrassment and told me she will go to the water now so I could undress in private at least. Watching her walk away as her ass switched from side to side did nothing to help my problem. So I just pulled them off so those two guys wouldn’t come back. I tried to find a comfortable way to hide my dick, but nothing worked as it struck a flag pole pose. I bet if my Mom looked at it from the water she could have (not saying I am huge) it was just that obvious. A palm in the desert. Soon after she  started to come back and I decided to roll over on my stomach. I could feel her walking up from behind me and her voice call to me, “cute bald ass hun”. I couldn’t help but laugh since she was probably used to the site of my father’s hairy body. We hung out for a while like this and no matter how much time passed my dick wouldn’t go down. Buried in the sand beneath me I could feel it twitch at the sight of every naked woman passing. My mom must have figured something was up as she watched my back change from pale to crab red. Telling me she was going to take a nap she also turned over onto her stomach looking the other direction. I took advantage of this moment and rolled over feeling the sand stuck to my chest and stomach. I decided to head to the water thinking it might be best to cool down my manhood. As I walked up to the water it was super cold on my feet so I took my time getting in. This was long enough for a couple of mature women to approach me asking if I was alone. Watching as their eyes flashed from my dick to my face I knew they were after a young eager guy like me. Feeling flattered they were so flirtatious I played along to see what would happen. They were both easily in their 50’s with bodies to match. Tear drop breasts and average aged bodies I never thought I would find them attractive until now. Must be a mixture of curiosity and hormones. This did nothing to help with my manhood problem as they continued to flirt and one even gestured her hands while talking, which slightly grazed the tip. They continued to do this while asking me all about men in the States. The one even went as far as grabbing the shaft one good time giving it a slow stroke while asking if we like experienced women. I allowed this since it needed some attention anyways. We talked for a couple more minutes as they now tried to get me to come lay with them. Very tempted we were interrupted by another as my Mom come walking right up next to me. Surprise by her presence I nearly forgot I was with her. She shot dirty looks to the women who were much older than her as she took me by the hand asking me what they were talking about. I just told her they were wondering where I was from as she looked back at me knowing full well I was full of shit. She then asked if I would come back and put lotion on her back as the older women got the hint walking back to their spot. I followed my Mom to our spot where she handed me the bottle of cream. She smiled and said, “wow I never imagined my own Son would be a target for such mature women.” I told her it was nothing to worry about as I caught her eyes locked on my hard dick. Looking up she blushed and told me she could see why they were so interested. This was like gas to the fire as my dick twitched having never heard something so provocative. Hearing my own Mother say that drove me so wild I felt my dick swelling more as she glanced at it several more times. I almost busted at the thought of this all. She then laughed and said, “maybe you don’t need the cream, seems like you have enough of your own.” I then glanced down at what she was looking at to see a stream of precum pouring from my dick. Looking up at her my eyes drifted up her thick legs to her stubbly pussy then around her round tits and juicy lips. By the time I got to her eyes I could feel my dick throbbing again and more precum was surely leaking out. She saw my lust growing and then asked, “can we act as if we are not Mother and Son for just today?” I nodded my head slowly unable to speak as she crawled closer reaching out for my dick while keeping eye contact. Feeling her hand grab it drove me insane as she bent down putting it straight into her mouth. I collapsed as she took my length. Swallowing my dick like I have never had it sucked before she was so passionate. I couldn’t believe what was happening as she cupped my balls with her hand and swirled her tongue around my tip. She told me that it has been nearly a year since she has done this with my father and much longer since she had sex. The sound of that word was like lightning through my body. She crawled on top of me and lined my dick up with her pussy. I could feel it dripping wet as she slipped my tip past her lips. My heart slammed as I zoned out on her. She slowly slid it in sitting down on it as I could feel inside of her. It was amazing how tight she was and no surprise since she works out so much and hasn’t been taken by a man in such a long time. I am not going to lie all of the energy passing through me was so overwhelming that I couldn’t last more than a minute before I had to come. She pulled me out and stroked me as I came all over my stomach and her hand. I never came so much and she never seen so much come as she told me this laughing with excitement. Squeezing the last few drops out she complimented me on how hard it still was. I then asked her is she still wanted to continue and oh did she! Climbing on top of me without another word she started riding me again this time much harder. The cum was now spilling off of my sides as she bounced around. She even laid down on top of me rubbing her huge tits all over my chest covering herself in my cum. When she rose back up I could see strings of my sticky cum band from our bodies as she rubbed it into her tits. She was wild and going crazy as she then slid her fingers into her mouth tasting me. I could feel her pussy tighten when she did this as she began to come on my dick. Grinding harder now she moaned with her finders in her mouth while her other hand slid across my stomach only to scoop up more cum to taste. Feeling her pussy surging she came and I couldn’t help but cum with her. Trying to warn her it was far too late I unloaded inside of her. I am not sure if she knew so I kept my mouth shut scared she might flip. When she finished she looked down at me with a bright eyed smile and said, “come let go get clean in the water”. I followed her down to the water where she and I washed the cum from out bodies. I was so happy to see how cool she was about what just happened. We left the beach soon after and spent the rest of the night with my Father. Every day after while my Father was working we went back to the beach and continued our fun as a couple. In the end my Mom convinced my Dad this trip saved their marriage so he made the deal and we now spend half the year in Spain.

Monsta X reaction to their s/o who sits on their lap and hugs them because she is sleepy but unwittingly rubs against them

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Originally posted by daddyhyun-u

Shownu; Shownu was in the midst of watching some Chris Brown when you sat on his lap, hugging him the process and placing your head on shoulder. At first it was fine until you started to “unwittingly” rub against him as you tried to get yourself into a comfortable position. And this papa will be freaking turned on. He’d just laugh it out and would wonder if it was comfortable for you to sit under his growing bulge. Shownu would also turn into beet red when you asked him why is he giggling to himself and why is his cheeks and ears red. 

Mmmm…. *sits on his lap, wraps around his neck; starts to find a comfy position.. only to rub yours against his*”

“*ALERT ALERT!! turn on; lets out a shy laugh; covers face while trying to calm his heart*”

“Babe, why are you so red? *pulls away to have a full view of his face, only to put more pressure on his you know*”

“I-It’s nothing, just go back to your previous position baby…”

Originally posted by mauloveskpop

Wonho; Wonho would be so flushed to be honest that he wouldn’t be able to control his laughter once you started to unwittingly rub against him. He would get turned on really easy and he’d also have this urge to ask you if you’re doing this on purpose or not. But then, he’d stop himself from asking you that since the boys was also around that time, making it a little bit harder for him to control his feels, especially the feels below there. Once Wonho can’t take it anymore with your rubbing, he’d actually excuse the two of you and would bring you to his room, placing you on the bed before calming himself down.

B-babe, did you do it on purpose? *fans his oh so red cheeks while pacing back and forth in the room*”

“What do you mean? Ughh babe, I’m sleepy… *pouts*”

“You know…. you rubbing yourself against my manhood? Coz baby, let me tell you… It was really hard to control myself out there!”

“Oh… Did I rub against you? *confused; innocent; don’t know a thing; no idea; idk*”

Originally posted by garisanee

Minhyuk; The two of you were just hanging out at home and it was a really wonderful evening. You just finished washing the dishes when you decided to sit on Minhyuk’s lap and hug him since you were sleepy. Minhyuk would be pretty cool at first until he feels you against his. He’d be taken aback like he’d be stuttering, asking you what do you want to do. And when you told him that you were sleepy, he’d actually just let you be….. like okay continue sitting on my lap and j-just do your thing yeah… and once he finds you asleep with your head rested on his shoulder, he’d heave out a sigh and would try to calm him beating heart.

Babe, what do you want to d-do now? *takes a deep breathe as he feels you rubbing against him*”

“I want to sleep… Can I sleep here in your lap? *cutely rubs your eyes with a pout*”

“Arasso… j-just sleep. *gently pushes her head back on his shoulder as he tries to concentrate on the tv show in front of him*”

Originally posted by mywonhoki

Kihyun; Kihyun was just busy listening to some music when he got startled when you sat on his lap and hugged him. He’d be confused at first but would just let you do your thing until you start rubbing against him, making him freeze. He’d be staring at you with his lips slightly apart and would feel that he was starting to get turned on by the second. Kihyun would be kind of straightforward about this to be honest, was it a sign that you wanted to go to the next level or are you just sleepy sleepy? And when he hears your answer, he’d just let you sleep in his lap despite having you rubbing against him. Kihyun would then calm down but then would be turned on after a few minutes later.

Baby, do you want to have sex or are you just sleepy? *cheeks tinted in pink*”

“I’m sleepy.. but if you want we can do the first part tomorrow but not today since I’m really sleepy.. *lets out a whine before making yourself comfortable in his lap*”

“Alright, just sleep there. *caresses your back as he continues to focus in his music until it played Blind wink wink*”

Originally posted by hyungvon

Hyungwon; Hyungwon would actually give you that look in the gif to be honest. He was just casually reading a book when you sat on his lap and hugged him. When he felt you rub against him, he would put the book down and look at you, wiggling that eyebrows with a teasing smile. When you ask him why he’s looking at you like that, he’d just bloop your nose with his finger before teasing you. And when you’d actually get up, he’d just stop you, pulling you back down on his lap and let you sleep, since you’ve already sat there then why not stay there for a couple more hours aye. 

Ohoho, baby *wiggles eyebrows at you and smiles*”

“What is it Hyungwon? Why are you looking at me like that? *looks at him weirdly*”

“Do you really want to go there? You like to go and tease me huh? *wink wink*”

“Wtf, babe? You know what, I should just go and cuddle with Mr. Snuggles *Tries to get up but only to be pulled right back into his lap*”

Originally posted by kittyminhyuk

Jooheon; Jooheon was in the middle of making new beats, melody and whatnot when you decided to sit on his lap and hug him. Jooheon wouldn’t mind actually. Like he’d actually find it cute when you told him that you were sleepy. But when you started to rub against him, he’d still act really calm to be honest like jooheon, breathe, she didn’t do that on purpose, breathe okay calm down calm down. And once he’d feel that you had stopped, indicating that you have found a comfortable position, he’d heave out a sigh of relief before he continues doing his thing. After a few moments, he’d feel you rub against him once more, making him pout that he’d start whining to be honest.

Argh babeeeeeee *whines*”

“What? What’s wrong? *pulls away from the hug to look at him in the eyes, only to find him really cute when he starts pouting*”

“Are you doing that on purpose? Coz if you are, then you need to stop… *pouts whines whines whines*”

“Doing what on purpose? Baby, what are you talking about? *furrows eyebrows*”

Originally posted by bts-bap-trash

I.M; Changkyun would not let you get away to be honest. The two of you were buys watching some movie when you decided to sit on his lap and hug him. He was okay at first since his baby is sleepy but once he feels you rubbing against him, he’d be teasing you the whole night. He’d actually poke you on your sides until you look at him with a pout. But that pout would be wiped away in an instant when you see that face *on the gif*. He’d place his hands on your hips while he looks at you like that, asking you thousands of questions until you just decided to go to your room and sleep but Changkyun will not let you go. 

Stop poking my sides, Changkyun. *pout… only to furrow eyebrows after seeing his face* What?”

“Are you doing that on purpose, honeybunch? *wink wink*”

“What?…… If what I’m thinking about right now is right, you’re sick. I’m just freaking sleepy babe. *was about to get up only to be stopped by Changkyun*”

“No, no. Why would I think of that baby? C’mon, just be honest with me *tease tease tease tease*”

anonymous asked:

I'm not denying your identity as a transgender man, but please don't forget that a lot of women (cis and trans) find makeup and so on awkward and don't want to do it. Woman does not equal person who wears makeup, waxes her eyebrows, etc. Hell, men can do that and still be men, if they want.

Hey, I hate this.

Not that you said it, I just hate simultaneously juggling the beliefs “gender is meaningless, anyone can be anything” and “trans people exist.”  I don’t really know a way through it.

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The easy way, and the way that’s worked to get trans people accepted in some surprisingly conservative areas (at least before we became a Designated Wedge Issue the last year or two), is to totally accept all gender stereotypes and roles, and define transness purely in terms of “the roles are fine, I just belong to the other one.”  I may not have a Y chromosome, but I define my manhood in the same dominance-football-grilling-stoicism way as any other man, and ultimately I’m no threat to the overall system.

Another route you can take is to say that gender is nothing but a pile of disassociated traits.  A person with a Y chromosome doesn’t necessarily have a penis, a person with a penis isn’t necessarily a man, a man doesn’t necessarily like grilling, and so forth.  Each person is a unique assortment of attributes and preferences, and “gender” is a painfully constrictive attempt to shove the beautiful broad spectrum of humanity into two ill-fitted boxes.

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I lean more towards the second approach than the first, but it has two big problems.  The first is that it sounds great on Tumblr, but when you try to explain it to a 54-year-old plumber from Worcester, he’s going to look at you like you’re saying there’s no difference between horses and people.  It’s a hard sell.

(And this is true even if the plumber knows and accepts some trans people.  “He’s a she now” is a much easier sell than “anyone can use any pronoun!”)

The second problem with “anyone can be anything!” is, in that framework, does it mean anything to be trans?  Transsexual, maybe, the framework can accept body dysphoria as a real thing, but you can’t be transgender now that gender has been debunked.  The best I can say is “I have an arbitrary preference for being called he/him/his and being referred to as a man.”  I also happen to want to take testosterone and wear plaid, but that’s little more than coincidence.

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So where does this leave me?  Trying to understand and express my own gender coherently without putting it in terms of “I don’t like makeup so I must be a man”?  Fuuuuck, I don’t know.  I hate this.

Raging boner part 1

Now I didn’t hit puberty until I was 15 years old. Very late bloomer. Well, I had a sister that was 2 years younger than me. She hit puberty at like 9 years old. Omg, she was very developed for her age, at 12, she had a D cup size. & one Memorial day weekend our parents went away & left us home alone. I was still pubescent at 15 & she was 12 & next week was her 13th birthday & she was in 7th grade I was a Freshman in High School. Now it was Friday night, & we were bored & it was a very hot day/night so we decided to hit our pool. Now I’ve always saw my sister before in her bikinis & never thought anything of it, but that night, she put on a bikini I never saw her wear before, it was a skimpy white two piece & her tits were just too big for the top they were halfway sticking out & I couldn’t stop staring at ‘em. I wasn’t really interested in girls yet, but at that moment everything changed, I not only saw girls in a whole new light, but my own sister gave me an the most intense erection I never felt before. I said I’ll brb, so I ran back upstairs to my room & I pull my shorts down & boom, just like that, my cock was like twice its size, I freaked the F out. I just hit puberty to the thought of my sister’s tits. So I waited & thought my erection would go away, but OMG, kept thinking on & on about her in her bikini I exploded all over my room, it just bursted out like a fire hydrant. I had to clean up & fast & all of a sudden she walks right into my room as I’m naked with a total erection still & I remember I grabbed my shirt & covered my cock & told her to get the fuck out. She’s like make me & she stood there with a smirk on her face, because we always wrestled & she was stronger than me & would always pin me, but she saw I was naked & we even used to see each other naked it was no biggie, but that moment was different, because I’m hiding my hard on & she could smell the salty aroma in the air. She then started to come towards me & she starts grabbing the shirt i’m covering up with & says what are you hiding, I said stop, stop, get the fuck out now! & of course that didn’t stop her, she kept tugging on my shirt, so I let go & jumped on my bed face first & then she jumped on top of me. Oh fuck, I couldn’t turn over & when she’s on top she’s trying to turn me over, like she was trying to pin me, like before. So she gets up & grabs my leg by the ankle & pulls me off the bed, so now I’m fucked, I flip over & bam, just like that, she saw my raging hard on & things just all of a sudden changed, like she knew exactly why I was hiding my manhood & I didn’t think she knew why, but she knew, my sister wasn’t a virgin, she lost her virginity to my Cousin I later found out in life. She was molested twice, by a family member & a friend of the family. So when she saw my big hard throbbing cock, she turned around & walked out of my room. I was like, phew, that was sooooo embarrassing, I went back to cleaning up all my cum. Now, I finish finally cleaning it up, & wait about a half hour & decide to go grab something out of the fridge, well, I’m making a quick sandwich & my sister walks by me still in her bikini & goes let’s watch a movie downstairs, we always would lay on our bean bags, this is back in the 1980’s & watch movies together. So I said cool, be right down. So about 2 minutes later, I go down there & we start looking at all the movies we had to agree on a flick, so we finally agree on a movie, & as she pops it into the VCR, I saw her ass, & fuck, I’m getting another boner, so I flip over onto my stomach & she plops down right next to me on her bean bag. Now the movie is on, it’s rated R & had adult themes, & 5 minutes into the movie a sex scene comes on & we look right at each other, lock eyes, & she starts kissing me, I? mean heavy & very passionate & I never kissed a girl like that before. I was scared to death & excited as you could imagine. If people are interested, I’ll finish the rest of my true story

To be continued…….

Understanding harassment for men

I’m aware in most cases women are sexually harassed more than men and sexism affects more important parts of their ability to function in society.
But some women be tripping too. And majority of men don’t speak up because they fear ridicule and emasculation from other men.
I can’t tell u how many times random women have felt me in a way that would be inappropriate for me to touch them. From HIGH SCHOOL. WORK, CHURCH, and the list goes on…
Stories include groups of girls in HS asking and touching to see if my dick is big (fetishism of black men) women at work squeezing my arms and chest. A girl grabbing my 🍆 at a party in front of all my friends.
Then there’s she shit like.. the women that don’t understand NO when I don’t want to fuck them.. then act like it’s my duty as a man to do so. And will question my manhood and disrespect me because of my decision. Or I’m mean because I don’t find them attractive.
All that I’m saying is understand sexism affects all of us. Although men do have the privilege in most cases.
Stay woke folks

Castration Anxiety

“For kali!”
I couldn’t count how many of them there were. The smoke obscured their exact numbers, but the amazons must have numbered in the hundred. I was tied, spread-eagle and naked, to two massive pieces of lumber.

One approached me. She was clearly some kind of leader, by how the others cheered as she stepped forward. She wore nothing but a smile. She was fit as hell, with toned abs connecting her unshaven pussy to her huge, swinging breasts. God, she was hot. I hoped Kali, whoever she was, needed a fertile male to impregnate their leader for another generation.

“For years, Kali has been angry at our lack of male sacrifice. But finally, one comes to us!”

Sacrifice? What the hell is-

OOF

My thoughts fell out of me with my wind, as a huge knee connected with my unprotected nuts. Pain exploded through me, as cheers exploded through the crowd. Had I had control of all of my limbs, I would be on the ground, dryheaving and holding my bruised sac.

“Tonight, we give her what she wants! Tonight, we make one less male in the world”

Oh god, were they going to kill me? I struggled against the vines holding me, but got nowhere.

SPLAT

Her fist connected with my left nut. More nutpain swelled up inside of me, starting at the base of my sac and working its way through my body. I just wanted it to end.

Splat! Splat! Splat!

3 more punches. It seemed like more were joining in the free for all ballbusting, but I sure as hell couldn’t tell. The only thing I could think about was the gut-wrenching pain emanating from my manhood.

THUD

A stomp connected. Somehow I was laying down. What was happening? I was still tied to the wooden X.

“I hope you enjoyed your time among the weaker sex.”

Who said that?
SSSSPLAT

I recognized the sound before I felt the pain. Just before my world exploded in pain, I realized the last stomp had ruptured my left testicle. I felt its remains swishing around in my sac, as feminine hands palpated it, breaking any chunks the stomp may have left intact. If there had been any chance of repair, they were demolishing it.

They were breaking my balls.

“Kali has taken half of his lifeforce! Let us relinquish the rest!”

I don’t know how many more kicks, punches, stomps, and heels followed that one. My right nut had always been a little bigger than my left, so I guess it makes sense that it lasted longer.

Splat!

Of course, my head couldn’t comprehend any of these thoughts.

Crunch!
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Only one thing occupied my barely conscious mind

Splat!

The fact that a group of amazons, naked and hotter than any woman I’ve ever seen

Squish!

Were going to turn me into a eunuch.

SPPLAT!

And there goes righty.

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I woke up drenched in sweat. My alarm read 3:34. I had work in 4 hours, but there was no way I was going back to sleep. I swear, I could still feel the bruises from the nightmare.

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I hadn’t really needed a therapist before. I started going to Karen shortly after my divorce, mostly because I needed a pretty face to look at once a week. She had raven black hair, and perky, petite breasts. Her legs went from the floor all the way up to her perfect, toned bubble butt. Lying on her couch, I could usually look up her unprofessionally short miniskirt, and caught a few glimpses of her panties once or twice. In short, she provided an expensive, classy, personal striptease. Not that she knew it, of course. I usually made up some bullshit issue about my parents or childhood or something. Nothing too embarrassing, just convincing enough that I would get a sympathy hug or something.

I certainly didn’t want to tell her that I’d been dreaming about girls removing my testicles in a variety of ways for the past few weeks. I still held out hope she would sleep with me at some point, and no girl wants to fuck a guy with those types of problems. But this had seriously started to interfere with my personal life.

“Anything in particular you want to talk about this week, Jeremy?”

How do I start…

“Karen, what do you know about dreams?”

She giggled, her breasts bouncing wonderfully. I don’t think I’ve ever managed to return from once of these sessions without immediately jerking off.

“Dreams are more significant than most people realize. They can symbolize desires, fears, anxieties, hidden deep within your subconscious. Have you been having some strange ones?”

I was planning on toning down the severity of my dreams. I figured just telling her I was getting beaten up by women was good enough. But as I looked into those almond-brown eyes, I realized I couldn’t possibly lie to her. Maybe she won’t sleep with me, but I need to stop these fucking nightmares.

I told her about the amazons, cheerleaders, nurses, teachers, swim instructors, dominatrices, businessladies, and random women on the street who have been castrating me for weeks. I told her about the vicious ball popping, and how none had been kind enough to leave a solid chunk of manhood floating around in my nocturnally abused sac. I spared no detail, and as I elaborated my surprisingly intricate recollections of these terrors, she seemed to enjoy it.

Maybe enjoy is the wrong term. She just wasn’t giving me the dry heaves and disgusted looks I expected one to give upon hearing story after story about a guy losing his most valued organs in the most painful ways. In fact, a wry smile was forming on her lips, as if she enjoyed hearing my pain. After I finished, she delivered her diagnosis.

“Your case is not as uncommon as you might think. Freud called it ‘castration anxiety’, for obvious reason. There have been numerous studies into treatment, and luckily for you, I did my PhD in this very specific subfield!”

Ah, so she wasn’t some kind of sadist. This stuff was just familiar to her. Relieving, although I wondered what kind of person would voluntarily specialize in hearing first-hand accounts of vicious castration.

“Your case sounds particularly severe, but I’m sure I can help you out. Castration anxiety comes from an internal fear of the feminine …”

She prattled on and on about ids and egos and whatnot. As hot as she was, Karen was no slouch intellectually. Not that I cared; I’d bang the brains out of any girl with an ass like hers. As she went on, I caught a glimpse of her skirt, and felt blood rush to my nether regions.

“So, are you ready? We can start right now!”

“What?”
“I’m going to need you to get completely naked, to start.”

WHOA. In any other case, I might have asked a few questions about what I had just missed, but I knew a come on when I heard one. I practically jumped out of my clothes, and sat on her couch bare-ass naked, awaiting her “treatment”.

She giggled again. “Wow, so eager. Most guys aren’t excited when they hear what’s necessary to cure a severe castration anxiety disorder. I probably won’t even have to tie you down.”

Wait, wha-

CRUNCH

Before I could react, her kneecap connected with my all-too-real nuts. No nightmare. This was real.

SPLAT

A second knee. It’s incredible how much more conscious ballbusting hurts than its unconscious counterpart. Nothing any Amazon ever did to me in my sleep compared to this.

“Like I was saying, I’m not going to castrate you or do any permanent damage of course.”

Well that’s a relief. If only it matched the treatment she was delivering to my nuts. I tried to beg her to stop, or roll out of the way, or do something to prevent another ball-exploding impact, but before I could, her balled up fist connect squarely with the center of my left testicle, jabbing it into my pelvic bone, and releasing an agony I couldn’t describe if I wanted to.

“The purpose of this strategically-applied testicular pain is to make you realize that females can’t castrate you as easily as your subconscious mind thinks. Your balls can take quite a beating, you see.”

I realize she wasn’t drawing back for another hit, and let out a sigh of relief. Then I realized that was because her hand was already firmly on my sac, squeezing the shit out of it. My balls bulged between her fingers, and my eyes bulged out of my head. Her fingernails were digging into the sensitive tissue in the back of my manhood. How could this possibly be helpful to my mental health?

“In college, less than 20% of the males I tried this treatment on suffered a ruptured testicle! And nearly 98% came out with at least one testicle intact! Since you only really need one testicle to do anything with, I can guarantee you’ll be fertile after I’m done with you.”

Through the haze of pain, I could barely comprehend her words.

“Now, for the rapid testicle compressions.”

She wrapped each of her petite hands around one of my testicles, and leaned forward. I could see down her blouse, to the soft, tender breasts housed within. I could imagine a slightly different scenario, with her being the one completely naked, under my control. Rubbing my rock-hard cock against those puppies….

“Oop! That’s not an unusually reaction, nothing to be embarassed about.”

I realized my rock-hard cock was no fantasy. Even though my mind was in incomprehensible pain, some part had managed to realize that a beautiful woman was touching my most sensitive parts.

She stared for a while at my member, a small smile growing on her lips. I hoped it was in admiration, but I knew better. I had never been a particularly “big” guy, with my biggest hard-on coming in generously at 5.5 inches. At least she was professional about it.

“Here we go!”

Her hands rhythmically compressed and uncompressed my nuts. Her nails were like daggers, scratching the tender meat that housed my surely damaged genetic material. How could this not leave permanent damage?

But my eggs were too scrambled for me to voice any of these concerns. I kept staring down her chest, futilely hoping to counteract the pain from my junk with some pleasure. My cock remained marble-hard.

“Aaaand that should be it for today. You can get dressed now. Next week, we’ll try to take it a little further. Remember, you won’t be fully cured until you’re not scared of testicular damage, no matter what kind of abuse you take!”

I tucked my tender balls into my pants. I’m not the kind of guy who wears tight jeans, so I knew my balls had swollen considerably when I couldn’t fit them into my pants without a painful squeeze. As I dressed, Karen watched me, a grin from ear to ear. I guess she must have been proud of herself for her work.

“Oh! One more thing, I almost forgot. You can’t complete your treatment without these!”

She pulled out a small bottle of blue pills and handed them to me. I almost questioned her ability to prescribe medicine as a therapist, but I was too pain-addled to question anything.

“One per day, before you sleep. See you next week!”

That night, I went my first night without any nightmares. Of course, I hardly slept at all, as my huge, black and blue nuts kept me from passing out for more than half an hour without jolting me awake, screaming and clutching my wounded manhood.

The week passed uneventfully. My nuts began to shrink back to their normal size, and I almost was able to walk in a normal manner. I managed to go to work without anyone noticing my malady, so I thought. And, until Tuesday night, I thought I was cured. No nightmares at all!
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GOOOOOOAAAAAAL

A soccer ball whizzed by my head. A cry of disappointment came from my teammates. As I surveyed the field, I realized I was the only male there. Strange.

“You can’t fucking do anything right! I knew choosing a boy for a goalie was a bad idea!”

Some girl (on my team apparently) was bitching at me about my inability to be a team player or some shit. At least she couldn’t see my eyes behind this goalie mask, as they were firmly fixed on her massive tits. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t wearing a sports bra. Those things were seriously the size of soccer balls themselves.

“Are you even fucking listening to me?”

Ugh, what is she eve-

SLAM

A cleated heel connected with my ballsac. Why didn’t I get a cup as a goalie?

As I fell to the ground, she lifted my legs up and spread them. I tried to resist, but I couldn’t, somehow.

Her foot rested on my busted balls, the tips of her cleats digging into my nuts. A smile curled on her face.

“Maybe these are distracting you. You really think me and the other girls can’t see you ogling us behind your mask? You’re a goalie. You are supposed to block balls, not have them.”

Oh shit.

Her weight shifted, and suddenly her cleats were not gently resting on top of my manhood. They were digging in, crushing my only chance at children.

“This won’t take long, and as soon as I’m done with these, we can get back to the game.”

She giggled. Why weren’t the refs stepping in? I felt my sac splitting where her cleats dug in.

Suddenly, just as I was sure my manhood was going to explode into a familiar sac of goo, she stepped off and bent down. If I were smart, I would have bolted off then. But of course, like an idiot, I sat there and waited for her next move.

She ripped my gear off with unbelievable ease, leaving my mangled nuts and dick uncovered for all to see. When she saw what my manhood had to offer, she broke into a laugh.

“I know some guys are growers, not showers, but that is the most pathetic dick I’ve ever seen! At least you won’t miss getting laid when I finish crushing these.”

I begged her to stop, but it was as pointless as begging the tide to come back in.

She stepped onto my nuts, grinding them into the muddy field. Pain exploded through me.

“Why are you even on a team if you can’t fucking play soccer? Honestly, losing these makes you fit in with team dynamic so much better.”

I looked up her leg. Through her shorts, I saw that she wasn’t wearing underwear. What kind of girl plays soccer commando? In fact, I realized she was completely naked. Had I had an ounce of mental comprehension at this point, this would have tipped me off that I was in a dream.

I stared up at her well-shaven bush, hiding a cute, tight pussy. Those massive DD’s swung ominously, like bells tolling for the end of my manhood. My dick was at its full 4.5 inches (what?! What happened to the last inch? How could I even measure my dick this accurately? Fuck I can’t think about this I’m getting castrated).

“Good. Keep that little thing out of my way. I’ll take care of it after I’m done with your nuts.”

SPLUT! SPLUT!

A last wave of nausea spread through me, and I knew it was done. The spikes on her shoes met with the mud on the other side of my sac. My two balls were now many chunks, and as she ground her heel into my mess of a scrotum, I felt them transform into a fine mush. The all-female crowd cheered.

My cock stayed rock hard the whole time.

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I woke up, in the usual sweat. This dream was so real, I could swear I actually could feel bruises on my nuts. Then I realized, I hadn’t finished healing after last week’s “session” with Karen. I squeezed my sac, making sure they were simply bruised and not broken. Surprisingly, my erection hadn’t been part of the dream. It was as hard as it had been during therapy. I realized I hadn’t masturbated since then, due to the pain. I started stroking gently, thinking about the soccer girl’s knockers. But something felt off. It felt…different.

I went to the bathroom and took a look. There was no way this was my imagination. My dick had shrank! I rushed to my desk and grabbed a ruler.

4.5 inches. My dream was right. I needed to go back to Karen and ask what the fuck was happening. Surely this couldn’t be unrelated to the castration anxiety.

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“So, any dreams this week?”
I laid on her couch again, naked as the day I was born. This time, she had me strip as soon as I came in. Something about familiarizing my body with a feminine space or some psychobabble.

I noticed this week there were some kind of leather straps attached to the bottom and sides of the couch. I could only imagine what fresh hell she had in store for me.

“Just one, yesterday. Soccer girl with cleats.”

She shook her head. “That doesn’t sound so fun. Did she leave anything in there this time, or was it another total castration?”
“Not a thing.”

She shook her head. “Were you aroused this time?”

I nodded my head slowly. How could she possibly have known that?

“I understand if you’re embarrassed. It’s a common side effect of the pills I gave you. In addition to the reduction in the frequency of the dreams, they make them more…pleasurable.”

Oh yeah. Maybe those damn pills were to blame for my smaller dick.

“Did those pills have any…other side effects?”

Her gaze shifted down to my shrunken cock. Soft at the moment, it barely stood out; I could practically feel it retract farther into me as she stared at it knowingly.

“I assume you’ve been experiencing some… shrinkage?”

I couldn’t bring myself to respond. The humiliation was too great.

“Rest assured, it’s purely temporary. In fact, there have been some reports that males can gain permanent growth after the treatment is complete, up to 1.5 inches above the original size.”

Hot damn! A whole inch and a half? I can’t wait to finish this therapy business.

She must have noticed my reaction. “I figured you’d be pleased. Normally, I don’t prescribe them due to…other issues, but I figured you need all the help you can get in that department.”

I couldn’t believe how blunt she was being. She noticed my offense and quickly changed her tune.

“I mean, from a purely medical standpoint of course. I’m sure the women you sleep with are very satisfied.”

I know she was trying to be professional, but it would have been nice if she had kept from smiling entirely on that last part.

“Anyway, you’re penis isn’t what’s giving us trouble here. We’ve got to focus on your balls again. I’m going to have to strap you in for today’s procedure.”

Before I could protest, she secured the leather straps around my ankles and wrists. I was spread apart, my swollen sack cushioning my shriveled dick, the whole package resting on the cool leather of the couch.

“Today, I figured I’d try making it a little more real.”

“How much realer can it get than jamming your fingers halfway through my nuts?!”

She looked down at me sternly. “You men always exaggerate. I was barely touching them. Anyway, I got my farmhand friend to lend me a little…equipment this week.”

She brought out a massive, metal tool. I would call them pliers, but the end was too broad. I hadn’t been on a farm, but I recognized a castration tool when I saw one. She was going to do it for real. I was going to lose my nuts! I started struggling, trying to get away from this crazy bitch.

“Now now, those restraints aren’t going anywhere. And like I said, I’m not cutting your nuts off for real! You really need to separate fantasy from reality here.”

“In order to show you how fantastical a castration really is, I’m going to get as close to castrating you as possible. I will include verbal enhancement and pressure from the burdizzo, as well as the same testicular pressures and impacts from last week, although with a greater intensity and frequency.”

Not a single word of that sounded remotely pleasant.

“Oh, one last thing.”

She pulled out a ballgag and gagged me. “I know you know this is fake, but you may feel some mild terror at times. Try to keep calm; this will keep you quiet.”

She smiled wickedly. “Now, are you ready for me to cut your balls off?”

She positioned the burdizzo around the top of my sac, squeezing gently enough not to crush anything, but hard enough that I could feel the circulation running out of my nuts.

“Feel those little strings attaching your nuts to your body? Those are called your spermatic cords. The burdizzo is meant to snip them right off. This would be the first time you’re castrated without having your balls converted to a mushy soup first.”

She laughed. “Of course, that’s assuming I DON”T convert them to soup.”

She let go of the horrible thing with one of her hands, and swung her first hard into my nuts. She left the burdizzo clamped around my balls, so they had nowhere to go but into it. I felt them flatten against the hard metal, and then the pain hit me. Tears welled up, and I realized her fist hadn’t left my sac. She was driving it deeper and deeper into my nuts.

Usually, I kept my eyes glued on her chest and ass during therapy. So I guess I never noticed the large, pointy ring on her left ring finger.
I noticed now.

I screamed as loud as I could into the gag. There is no way she was faking this. This was not “Verbal enhancement”. I was not walking out of here the same gender I came in.

Just before I was sure the ring was going to punch through my right nut, she removed her hand. I could feel the indent left on the bottom side of my sac.

“Maybe you deserve a little treat before you lose these little boys forever.”

She smiled that smile again.

“And I do mean little. How often do you get laid anyway? I’m surprised none of the girls you’ve slept with have crushed your tiny balls just for trying to stick your dick in them.”

“But anyway, looks like your sac is pretty full. Maybe I could empty it before I ruin it?”

Was this still part of the roleplay? What the hell was going on? What did this have to do with my nightmares?

Before I could answer, I turned my head over to see the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen. Karen had taken her shirt off, and was in the process of removing her bra.

She saw the look on my face, and looked down at my rock-hard cock. “I assume you haven’t been able to masturbate all week after the beating from last Wednesday. Hopefully that means this will go quick. This is just a final orgasm, nothing more. We’re not doing this for your pleasure, after all. It just makes castration easier.”

“That doesn’t mean you have nothing to look forward to, of course. My ex did say I gave fantastic blowjobs.”

Oh my god oh my god. I don’t care if this was for roleplay or whatever, this was the hottest thing that had ever happened to me. She was right about my sex life; my dick may not have been ultra tiny, but I sure as hell wasn’t any good with it.

And it didn’t help that I couldn’t last very…
Last very long in…uh…

Oh god….

Cum sprayed everywhere, before Karen even finished taking off her bra. My dick shot its huge, week-long backlog. The couch, burdizzo, and my chest were covered in my spunk.
Maybe that was it. Maybe the therapy was just making me cum, and we’re done now. I looked at her, hopeful that she would remove the tool constricting my manhood.

Then I saw her face.

“Well, that makes my job easier. At least you managed to miss me.”
She smiled.

“And I would have swallowed to.”

My cock managed a final spurt, hitting the one spot on my belly not covered in manjuice.

“I hope you enjoyed that at much as I enjoyed avoiding it. Say goodbye to your precious balls now.”
She stood up, strapping her bra on before I even got a glimpse of nipple. The burdizzo clamped down again, this time harder than before. I could feel my cords being crushed. My mind screamed in pain as my manhood swelled up.

She stood over me, her high heel pinning my right nut down. High heel?! What kind of therapist wears those?

“I see you’ve taken an interest in my heels. Wore them just for you. How else am I supposed to puncture through the strong Tunica albuginea?”
What the hell was she saying? Was that Latin? It didn’t matter.
The pressure on my nut increased. Had I been more lucid, I would have noticed that the tip of her heel coincided with the indentation left by her ring. I would have figured out that, although my nut could withstand either of those forces, there is no way it could have taken them in rapid succession in the same spot. Unfortunately, I didn’t manage to figure that out before she put all her weight onto the testicle.
Even more unfortunately, neither did she.
In my dreams, ruptured testicles happened instantaneously. One minute I was a man, and the next minute only half of one. As her heel skewered my nut, I realized how long a real rupture takes. I could feel the tip going all the way through my poor testicle, and coming out the other side. I saw the expression on her face change from malice to surprise as she realized what she had done.

“OH MY GOD OH MY GOD! THAT WASN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN!”

Her mouth formed the perfect “O” in surprise, the same O that had been promised for the most heavenly blowjob. She unstrapped me and removed the ballgag for my mouth, before pulling her phone out and rapidly dialing 911.

In all the pain and terror, I hardly noticed the burdizzo was still clamped around my nuts. I guess there must be some sort of lock or something. Why would someone invent such a cruel device? I feebly batted at it, in an attempt to remove it before my last nut died.

My last nut. That’s all I have now. Just one. Maybe the doctors could fix righty? But even before I thought it, I knew it to be a lie.

Karen saw what I was doing and unhooked the burdizzo. Blood flowed through my crushed right cord, filling up my sac. I lay on the ground, clutching my good ball and the remains of the other.

Karen looked down at me. The shock and horror was gone from her face, and she looked strangely calm, albeit puzzled. “Crushing your ball was supposed to knock you out instantly..,”

A kick connected with my ruined ball. I guess it hadn’t been entirely soup before, because I felt its remains disintegrate in front of her high heel.

Finally, unconsciousness took me.

————
I awoke in a hospital bed. A cute Asian nurse walked in, and a smile broke out on her face as she saw me gain consciousness.

“Look who finally woke up. Do you know the details of your injury yet?”

I tried thinking back…I remember being tied down, a false promise of a blowjob, a ruined opportunity…then, nothing.

“I can’t remember anything. Last I remember was going to a therapy session with Karen…Did she bruise my nuts? What happened?”

The nurse giggled. I’ve never seen an Asian with a rack like that. Her neckline was strangely low too, like she had unbuttoned it on purpose. I could see the top of some massive cleavage peeking out, teasing me. My dick managed a chubby. I took that as a good sign.

“Your remaining testicle is certainly bruised. The right one was crushed completely. We’ve finished removing it and the spermatic cords.”

Oh god…

“You’re still technically a man, but you should be more careful with your remaining nut. Were it to break, you would no longer be able to father children.”

“In addition, with the loss of a testicle, your testosterone production has decreased.”

The smile returned. “What that means is you may find a reduction of size in certain…key regions.”

She didn’t need to elaborate. My dick was getting even smaller. I just hoped the gain from the pills would counteract it.

“Now, let’s see if you can manage an erection for me.”

Without so much as asking my permission, she lifted my hospital gown up and bent over to look at my junk. I could now see down her whole uniform, and her breasts were even more amazing than I imagined. My dick went rock hard.

Then she asked the worst question any man could hear.

“Is..,it fully erect yet?”

I nearly died of embarrassment. Glancing down, I realized I had shrank even more in the short time since my therapy.

“…yes.”

She giggled. “I see.”

She marked something down on her clipboard and walked off, leaving the door open and my half-empty sac exposed to anyone walking down the hall.

A short time later, Karen came to visit. She brought a bouquet.

“I’m SOOOOOOO sorry! Can you ever forgive me?”

She sat down on the chair next to my bed, her breasts tantalizingly exposed.

“No man deserves what happened to you. I’ll make sure you get the very best treatment from now on.”

Despite the circumstances, my cock went rock-hard. She didn’t fail to notice, and gave me a playful smile.

“You know, during the session, I wasn’t lying about the blowjob. Orgasms given by females can help reduce a male’s castration anxiety. I would have really given you one.”

She sighed. “Of course, circumstances prevented it…But who’s to say I can’t make up the favor now?”

In my private moments, I had often thought about how much I would give for a blowjob from Karen. Never had I imagined I would literally give my right nut.

“Let’s get a little privacy, shall we?” She closed the door quietly.

My cock was so rock-hard, it felt like it had gained back a bit of what it had lost. As she bent over to reach my cock, I felt shivers run down my back. Whoever her ex was, he sure was a lucky man. My now-shrunk dick did have one upside: any girl could deep throat me with ease.

With the week’s worth of cum drained, I managed to last a little longer this time. But before too long, I felt that familiar rising, deep within my remaining nut. I was going to cum… oh god….

Footsteps came from down the hall. Karen shot off my dick, a millisecond too soon. The door opened, and the nurse from before was greeted my rock-hard, angry purple, still moist dick, standing a solid 4” above my solitary, deep blue ball.

“You’re free to go, Jeremy. I suggest wearing a cup for the next few weeks, as your left testicle is still fairly bruised and subject to rupture. In addition, please try to refrain from orgasm if possible. A buildup of semen can stimulate the production of testosterone.”

She smiled at my meager manhood. “And you’re really going to need as much of that as you can get.”

I had never been this close to orgasm before for so long. That single smile, and her jutting, soft breasts, were just enough to set me off. I erupted everywhere, my second ruined orgasm. The nurse smiled viciously as I covered myself with milky semen, while Karen looked on in horror.

The nurse waited until I finished to continue talking. “I’ll take care of this mess. Please try to be careful.” She grabbed my solitary ball, rolling it around in the palm of her hand. “Let’s just make one last check for ruptures.” Her small finger prodded into the back and top of my ball, and I grimaced as she found the bruises Karen had left. “We wouldn’t want you losing this one as well.” She let go of it with an unnecessarily vicious yank downwards, and it felt like it was being ripped out by its roots.

“It’s all you have left.”

——–

“No! Aim lower!”

The fencing coach was guiding my opponent, a girl several years my junior. The score was 4-0, my favor, and she clearly needed some help. I didn’t bother listening because I figured I would get the last point with the same ease I scored the first 4.

“En guarde. Ready, Fence!”

She lunged towards me. I parried across, but her blade went lower than usual. She had finally landed a hit.

I looked to see if it was on target.

Her foil was pinned to my right nut. She’s obviously scored, why won’t she move it?

Suddenly, the pain cleared my mind of all these thoughts. I collapsed to the ground, clutching my dear nut for all I was worth. I needed ice. I needed a hospital.

The judge, a cute asian with large tits, bent over me. “Righty’s gone. All you have left is the left one.”

What? It was just one hit. But feeling around my sac, I realized she was right. Through the pain, I realized my right cords ended only in mush. I began to cry.

“Stand back, I’m a nurse.” The judge bent over and grabbed ahold of my sack. “It’s not completely mush, and they might be able to save it if you go in 15, 20 minutes tops.”

I headed for the door, when I felt a hand grab my already-mangled sac and pull it backwards.

“Where do you think you are going? 1 point to opponent. Good hit, keep it up Jenny.”

“I…need to go to the hospital.”

“The bout’s almost over. You can manage.”

I couldn’t believe her cruelty. Her smile was so familiar. Her tits were nearly popping out. What kind of judge wears that uniform?

I hobbled back to the starting line, hoping to god that I would get this last point quickly.

“Ready, fence!”

Of course, she lunged again. This time, I couldn’t even attempt to block. The nutpain racked my entire body.

I felt the blade land, on the only place it could. My left nut took the brunt of the blow, as my right nut disintegrated fully.
POP!

This one was loud. The judge didn’t even need to manhandle me to tell that I was now a eunuch.

“Good point, jenny. Jeremy, you get a black card for bad sportsmanship. It’s unacceptable to crumple on the ground after every point. Jenny, you win! Jeremy, let’s call you an ambulance and finish this sex change.”

I lay on the ground, holding what used to be my sex organs. I hardly even noticed when the judge/nurse kicked my legs apart to stomp on them, finishing the job Jenny had started.
————————————————————————

Another nightmare, of course. I woke up and felt my rockhard cock, now a mere 3.5 inches. I couldn’t wait for these pills to wear off.

But something else was up. My shorts were soaked. Feeling around, I realized I had jizzed all over myself again. I remember bitterly the nurse’s words about testosterone, and how I should avoid orgasm, before drifting off to sleep.

————————————————————————

Wednesday evening. I had stripped as soon as I walked into Karen’s office, even though she didn’t ask me to. It just felt natural.

“Have the nightmares gone away yet?” she inquired hopefully. When I relayed her the tale of the particularly cruel fencing instructor, she look crestfallen.

“Did you have both of your balls in the dream? Before they were ruptured, of course.”

“yeah.”

She laughed. “That must have been nice. Having your other ball back, even if it was only a dream.”

“I guess…It was incredibly painful as usual. There wasn’t much to enjoy about it.”

She returned to her previous stern expression.

“I can’t believe it…That last session should have cured you…”

“Maybe…the rupture ruined the therapy? You weren’t expecting it to happen, right?”

She bit her lip. She wasn’t telling me something.

“You…didn’t meant to pop it, right?”

“Not right then. But I mean…I definitely had to rupture it at some point.”

WHAT?!

“That’s the only way to permanently cure castration anxiety! Get you to the brink of castration. It really makes you grateful for your remaining nut!”

I felt like I was sinking. How could she do this to me?
“So…you popped my nut on purpose?”

“I got a little caught up in the role playing. It was early; usually the popping follows weeks of bruising and kneeing and kicking and whatnot.”

At this point, I’m almost glad she took my nut so early.

“But…there is one other option…”

I listened meekly, still barely grasping the reality of the situation. Karen had purposely driven her heel into my nut hard enough to rupture it. She had made me half a eunuch. How many other men has she half-castrated?

“During your dream last night, you were aroused again?”

I nodded.

“Did you happen to ejaculate during your arousal? I know you have…problems with ejaculation.”

I nodded again. I was hardly even embarrassed of my sexual failings at this point; Karen was used to them.

“I have an idea!”

“As long as it keeps my other nut intact, I’m game for any-“

OOF.

Her knee connected with my ball. How she came off her chair and onto the couch so fast, I’ll never know.

This knee was somehow even more vicious than any from the weeks before. I could literally feel my nut deform beneath her weight, as she pressed it into the couch.

“I’ve been misdiagnosing you all along!”

A fist connected with my sole nugget of manhood, flattening it against the couch beneath.

“You don’t have castration anxiety at all! You have castration anticipation!”

A heel stomped into my mostly-empty sac, and my ball swelled up to fill the space left by its missing brother.

“It’s much rarer. You see, in some men, the psychoanalytical signals are mixed. Rather than being scared of castration, you desire it!”

I tried to explain to her that I most certainly did not desire such a thing, but it’s hard to form words when a

OOF

Another sharp toe jabbed into my ball. I was crying openly, and lay in the fetal position on the floor. Karen stood above me, looking down. From my vantage point, I could see up her skirt, and realized that she was wearing no underwear.

My dick stood rock hard.

“See? Even now, as you know that I’m going to crush your nut, you’re erect! You’ve been wanting this!”

I managed to get to my feet and run to the door. Forget my clothes. This is insane. I don’t want to lose my nut. It’s all I have.

It was locked.

I felt a familiar tug from behind. Karen had my ball in a vice grip, and was pulling with all her might. I couldn’t believe this was happening again.

SMUSH

Her knee came between my buttcheeks, and slammed all of my manhood back up into me.

“You won’t have to worry about your dick anymore either. With your balls gone, sex won’t be an option.”

THUD

Her toe connected with bone. My ball had really gone up inside of me, and gotten trapped. I could feel it swelling against the inside of my inguinal canal. It was going to pop. My own body was going to pop my last ball.

“Oh no you don’t. I’m getting this one.”

She laid me down. I had no control of my body at this point. Once again, my mind had been reduced to a numb nexus of pain.

Her heel stomped on my nut as hard as she could with her heel, leaving a mark on my belly where my nut was hidden. Three more times her foot descended over my hidden testicle, and three more times I experienced more agony than most men feel in their entire lifetime. Finally, the ball popped out, twice as large as it went in.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I wanted this over.

“Why cant…you just….cut it off? You have a burdizzo.”

She paused for a minute. “Y’know, I bet that would be just as effective…”

Mercy. Finally.

“But this is really so much more fun. You think I haven’t noticed you looked up and down my clothes every chance you get?”

I was truly fucked.

SLAM

SLAM

SPLAT

SQUIIIIISHH

My nut gave way to mush, and her heel connected with the floor. A geyser of semen erupted out of my now-useless dick, and I thought back to that blowjob I never got. And never will. My penis lost its last erection, and Karen stood over me. I could see her pussy perfectly now, as her skirt was off. She was rubbing away furiously, like it was the last orgasm she would ever have.

Last orgasm ever. Like she would know what that’s like…

I lay on the floor, crying in pain as she cried out in pleasure to her first orgasm.

“I…castrated you. For real. You’ll never have sex again….”

Another orgasm gripped her, and I passed out.

——————————————————————————

I awoke in a familiar hospital, greeted by a familiar face. My gown was already lifted up, leaving what was left of my genitals visible to anyone once again.

“What a surprise, Mr. Jeremy. It looks like you didn’t bother getting a cup.”

That goddamn nurse again.

“It’s much too late now, of course. Both your testicles are irreparably damaged. You will never have children.”
She giggled like this was the funniest thing she’d ever heard.

“Of course, you can adopt. Or pay a real man to fuck your wife. But your genetic line has ended.”

“Not that that little worm would have passed much on to begin with. I’d be surprised if a peashooter like that could even clear the barrel, if you know what I mean.”

She laughed again. “I’m so glad we can joke about it, now that both of your nuts are gone. After all, you can hardly be sensitive about how small it is, now that it’s totally useless.”

She straightened up. “Of course, I’m exaggerating. Many ‘men’ go on to live long and healthy sex lives after losing their nuts! You’re going to need your therapist to write you a prescription for testosterone though. It will allow you to still have erections and orgasms, even if they’re completely pointless.”

I perked up. I didn’t know about that at all!

“Assuming you want to keep your penis, that it. Many men have a full penectomy after sustaining…your type of injury.”

“What? Why would I want that?”

“It’s just…less hassle. Like I said, your penis is…quite small. I frankly don’t see the point keeping it. It’s hardly aesthetically pleasing.”

This was humiliating.

“Yes, I would like to keep my penis. Can I go yet? I need to go talk to my therapist.”

The nurse continued staring at my dick. It really was small now, but it looked a little bigger without my nuts dwarfing it for once.

“Yeah, you can go. No stitched to worry about now, since your whole sack is gone.”
—–

A week went by. No nightmares for once.
—–

I go into Karen’s office. I stay clothed now, and explain to her the situation.

“So I think my castration disorder, whatever it was, is cured. All I need is for you to write me a prescription for testosterone so I can have my sex life back, and we’re done.”

I couldn’t believe I was talking civilly to the woman who had unmanned me. I guess I was thankful, in a way. After all, she had cured me, and if I could still have sex, what more could I want?

She looked up at me, mystified. “Why would you possibly need that prescription for?”

“To…so I can still be a man.”

“Jeremy, you’re no more a man now than I am, and you never will be.”

This was not going well.

“Your desire for castration won’t be fulfilled if you can still have sex and get erections. It’s not about losing your testicles. It’s about losing your manhood. It needs to be permanent. I’m sorry, but I cannot in good conscious approve of something that will bring back a disorder we spent so long curing.”

“But…I’ll be a eunuch…”

“You ARE a eunuch. Look at you! The only piece of your manhood left is that penis.”

She smirked. “And let’s face it, there’s not much left of that after the penis-shrinking pills I gave you.”

“What…”

“You really think there’s a functional drug on the market that grows your dick an inch and a half? Get real. That loss is permanent, just like your balls. I’ll write a recommendation for a penectomy, but that’s the only thing you’ll get from me.”

——————————————
I refused the penectomy. I tried to hang onto the tiny scrap of manhood I had left, but it was shrinking away from me. Literally. Without my balls, my penis shrank to a thimble sized bump above my castration scar. I have to sit down to pee now, and the thought of sex is a long-lost dream.

The castration dreams come back occasionally. I’m thankful when I get them. They’re the only time I can be a man, even if it’s for a short time.
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Feedback? I’ve been reading stories on here for a long time, and finally wanted to try my own. I wrote all of this today, and haven’t really edited it or anything, so sorry it got so long, and for grammar errors and stuff.


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anonymous asked:

Hi! I've just started testosterone and was wondering how to deal with feeling like 'less of a man' than cis men due to penis size? The expectation from women to have a big penis is overwhelming for cis men as it is, but what about trans men? Particularly those of us who haven't had lower surgery? Thank you!

First I must say I too haven’t had surgery yet. I just can’t afford it myself and this journey is a life long process. My manhood is not measured by what I carry but how I carry myself. Cis men should want to be more like me. Not the other way. I know both truths and lies and if I choose to live lies to appease others then so shall be my life. I choose to help others build their armor and instead of becoming a mold we can be the mold!!!

As for relationships, if the woman that I meet truly cared about my penis than she is not the one for me. I need a woman who loves me and my manhood as I am and willing to walk this journey at my side.