A letter from Leg Show of June 2005 (p.9). This is a very different take from other castration stories, like the previous She Gets to Have the Balls in the Family. Usually castration stories go after the testicles first, or at least seek to render both testicles and penis useless. Here, for all its strangeness, we have a classic lunatic fringe feminist notion that the penis and its erections are inherently sexist and threatening. So we have the direct and logical recommendation: Remove the penis. With this, however, we get the strange juxtaposition that the women, Brie, doesn't really dislike men, just penises. So she is at pains to make sure that, even without his penis, our hero will have no complaint for pleasure and will feel manly enough. It is not a feminization story. But her measures are unbelievable to me. The story is also disappointing in that it ends before we get to hear about some of the details of life without a penis. Perhaps that will be forthcoming.
All of the elaborate dominant female-submissive male stuff in your magazine is probably all at base an anti-penis rage. My girlfriend and probable wife made it all very simple: enmity, or hatred, of the penis, pure and simple. Brie (not her real name) is a confirmed heterosexual, very feminine, not some butch dyke. She has always loved men, she says, just not their penises. She is firmly of the view that penises are silly, ugly and useless in these days of artificial insemination. Penises have a dark side too, she argues. They are instruments of rape and erections represent threats of rape. This was all pretty shocking to me because Brie was attractive, brainy, and loved the respect and caring of a monogamous relationship with a man. Did she really mean I should be castrated? When I asked her if this was the logical result of her obviously strongly felt views, she coolly answered, "just the penis" without skipping a beat.
As much as she wanted her man penis free, she very much wanted her man to retain his balls, a "nice pair" as she described them. She fully understood the importance of a pair of balls to sexual interest (both sides) and cum production for baby mating. She likened it to a girl with two mammary glands, which can give milk. To her, a full size scrotum, which can give man milk, was attractive and led to a happy marriage.
I was clearly in love with Brie but not quite ready to submit my penis to a knife -- who would be? Brie asked me to promise that if she could prove that I could experience great sexual pleasure without the penis then I would give it up as unnecessary for sexual pleasure or bodily function. Looking at my beautiful loving woman I realized I had to accept this choice if I was to keep her for life. When I agreed she hugged and kissed me a lot. She said the test would begin immediately.
She urged me to turn on my belly and bring my knees up to my chest. She then spread my legs wide so I looked like a pyramid to her with my butt in the air at the top. She reached over to my now completely exposed balls dangling down. With the experienced hand of what seemed like a hooker, she proceeded to give me a loving ball massage for what seemed like an eternity, but probably only lasted forty minutes. Not once did she touch my penis. By the end she had me groaning with pleasure. It was nothing like I experienced ever before. It was true ecstasy. I told her it was exquisite and recognized the incredible sexual pleasure of ball manipulation. She said the best was yet to come.
Brie gave me ball massages like that for several weeks. Each time I assumed the "the position" exposing myself to her controlling hands. She never masturbated my penis and insisted I not masturbate. Since I was used to cumming in girls' pussies and with my own penis jerking off three or more times a week, this ball massage made me extremely sexually pent up. Brie knew this very well.
Finally, one night during a ball massage session in the third week without cumming, she asked me how my balls felt. I told her they were filled to the brim and then some. My penis, on the other hand was limp from lack of stimulation which was obvious to her. Brie said I was ready. She then switched from rubbing and massaging my balls to firm very quick ball squeezing. The feeling was incredible. It felt like nothing I had ever felt before. The cum welled up and burst right through my limp dick and created a big puddle on the bed as I groaned out loud from the long denied relief.
Brie was right, my balls are my sex spot and with her experienced hands I was ready to give up my penis as she wanted. She has me by the balls and I love it.
John M.
San Francisco, CA
