A Trip To Lucy's

Fair warning, this one is particularly grisly and not for the faint of heart. Might want to cross your legs.

The Sissy

After their drink, Lucy announced that it was time for the next round of entertainment. Kyle eagerly followed her latex clad rear as she strutted down the hallway.

“Now Kyle, I do believe that we discussed feminisation and emasculation as a kink you would enjoy exploring.” Lucy called over her shoulder as the headed towards the next door.

“Yeah, there is something so erotic about the thought of making another male into a little bitch.” Kyle laughed.

Lucy shot him a satisfied smile as she turned the door handle. “Well, I couldn't accomplish the feminisation in the short time you are here for, so I prepared this one in advance!”

Kyle stopped mid-stride as the contents of the room was exposed to him. In the centre of the room a figure was tightly bound in chains, legs forcibly spread and head held high by a thick collar. Its entire body was smooth skin below the neck, with an impressive bust and thick thighs. If it weren't for the caged cock and balls swinging between its thighs, Kyle would never have suspected it could be male.

“I hope you like her.” Lucy chuckled. “Little miss here has had hormone treatment, a butt lift, some perfect implants for those tits if I do say so myself and a permanent hair removal procedure. I must say that my staff's work continues to amaze me.”

She stepped forwards to cup the firm tits as she spoke, jiggling them about on the captive's chest.

Kyle was hard again…

“She is wonderful. It's amazing just how much you can change someone's appearance. With the makeup as well she genuinely looks hot. I must say I love the tiny cage on her little clit.”

“Haha, I thought you might. She's been locked up for a few months now. I am certain she is very frustrated with all the hot little nurses strutting around the place during her treatment.” Kyle's friend looked positively ruthless as she smirked over the bound sissy’s shoulder. “There's just one last thing I thought you might enjoy dealing with. What use does a sissy have for balls, anyway?”

With that, Kyle heard the familiar sound of the maid's clicking heels and the rolling wheels of a trolley. He turned to find the maid now wearing a very revealing take on a nurses outfit and pushing a cart with a variety of wicked looking tools ahead of her.

“I'll leave you with the nurse here to live out those emasculation fantasies of yours. Come find me when you are ready to see some more.”

Lucy kissed the captive on the cheek before waving to Kyle and strutting from the room, leaving Kyle alone with the maid-turned-nurse and the chained sissy.

Kyle slowly approached the bound figure, watching as the small traces of hope in her gaze faded as she observed his predatory gait. He had no intentions of helping her, far from it in fact.

He reached down between her legs, smiling as she tried to move her hips back but finding herself completely immobile. His hand tenderly cupped the smooth, pink sack which sat proudly beneath the slut’s tightly caged shaft. It didn't look particularly comfortable.

Her nuts were warm in his palm as he marvelled at the different sensations of the soft skin of her sack and the firm yet squishy orbs within. He separated the balls and gently squeezed one between his index finger and thumb. It reluctantly gave slightly beneath his grip, earning him a guttural grunt from the bound sissy. He had done it once, very gently, to his own nut and knew that horrible burning, agonising threat of pain which dissuaded him from trying any more. When it was someone else's balls in question, well, why not press a little harder?

Kyle increased the pressure on the tender orb in his grip. Every second he squeezed just that little bit tighter. Before long the grunting turned to wailing, then ebbed into silent grimacing as the pain became too much for the little sissy’s brain to process. He reluctantly backed off his grip, aware that much more and he would rupture her nut before the real fun could begin.

Turning to the nurse, Kyle had her hand him a series of band and a tool with which to apply them. Pulling the captive's sack taught, he drew the band to the apex of her thighs before ratcheting the tool and snapping the band into place at the top of her sack. He repeated the process a few more times, watching in fascination on the skin darkened towards a purple hue. Her balls stood put noticeably more as the sack tightened around them.

“OK sissy. Let's tenderise these little nuts before we say bye-bye to them for good, shall we.”

Not expecting a response, Kyle reached over to the gurney and picked up a wooden paddle which looked delightfully stingy. He stepped up and gently laid the flat of the paddle up against the sissy’s exposed balls. Staring deeply into her teary gaze, he drew the paddle back and relished in her flinching as he delicately tapped her nuts repeatedly with the implement.

Just as the captive began to relax, Kyle drew back and really let her have it with the paddle. A harsh thud echoed through the room as the wooden tool thundered into the fleshy orbs. After a short delay a screeching wail forced its way through the sissy's gag as her upper body tried to fold over to protect her jewels. It proved highly ineffective, as Kyle drew back the paddle and hammered it into her sensitive nuts again and again, over and over for the next few minutes as the sissy howled and begged through her gag for mercy.

“Shhh. Shh, shh, shh. There there. Quiet now sissy. I know it hurts, it's supposed to. Don't worry, they won't be there to hurt for much longer. Me and nursey here are going to take good care of these balls for you.”

Kyle once again cupped the sissy’s balls as he whispered into her ear, a tremor passing down his spine at the sheer power he felt over the bound creature. The skin of her sack was scorching under his touch. He couldn't imagine how much agony they were in right now and it had him so painfully hard.

Deciding to finally begin proceedings, Kyle slipped on a pair of rubber gloves before picking up what looked to be a lethally sharp scalpel. With a quick word to the nurse, his own pants were down and his aching rod was stuffed in a delightfully warm mouth.

With the sound of the nurses eager suckling filling the air, he leaned over her and began the first incision. Carefully, he ran the blade along the captive's sack just enough to open a small hole. With the sissy’s body shuddering at the excruciating and alien sensation, Kyle gingerly worked her first ball up and out of her sack through the entrance.

The pale orb was frankly disgusting. It looked nothing like what he imagined. Frankly, he couldn't wait to lop the damn thing off.

He reached over to the gurney and snapped a clip to the flesh just above the ball before exchanging the scalpel for a tool which reminded him of gardening secateurs. Kyle carefully maneuvered the remaining flesh below the clip between the blades.

Once more meeting the dazed and horrified gaze of the sissy, Kyle revelled in the sheer power he felt in that moment. The euphoria of having this other male completely at his mercy, about to take the very thing that made him a man for good.

“Okay baby. It's time to say goodbye by to your first nut sissy. I'm holding your fucking bare ball in my hand with a pair of scissors! You really are my little bitch.” Kyle mocked.

“Here we go. Three… Two… One… BYE BYE YOU PATHETIC LITTLE FUCKING NUT!”

“UNGH!!!!” ‘Snip’

With a sickening crunch and squelch of shearing flesh, the ball came away in his hand. He held it up in the light between them. Kyle marvelled at the disgusting orb as the sissy sobbed brokenly before him, all the time the wet and soothing sensation of the nurse's lips on his own cock continued, rapidly bringing him towards the edge as he relished the situation.

“OK baby, one ball down and one to go. You're almost the perfect sissy bitch. I'm going to ask Lucy to put your fucking balls in a jar for you to keep to remind you what a pathetic little emasculated sissy you are.”

Kyle continued to ridicule the captive bitch as he fished around in her sack to draw out her second and only remaining nut. Once more clipping it and bringing the secateurs to bear, he leaned in to kiss the sissy on the cheek as he snipped off what remained of her masculinity. He came into the nurse's suckling mouth as he permanently gelded the captive innocent sissy before him. Kyle was lost in ecstasy, losing track of time as he bathed in the euphoria, her last testicle still grasped in his spare hand.

Finally coming back to himself, he placed the ball beside the first on the tray before shedding the gloves and zipping himself back up. With one last glance at the pathetic little sissy, he left the room in search of Lucy and instructed the nurse to tidy up the remains of the empty sack.

Kyle had no idea what else Lucy had to show him, but he had already had the best time of his life. At this rate, he would never want to leave...