Erotic Castration Story Novels & Stories

That was when I realized I could no longer have an erection. My penis was like a wilted plant that could never come to life again. When Eva saw it, she turned around and left without a word. I let out a bitter chuckle. Karma came sooner than I'd thought. Desire was a double-edged sword. I finally understood now. Unfortunately, I could never feel the joy of being a man again. Fortunately, I would never be trapped by satyriasis again either.

"My Lord, you've wronged me. I never did such things." My father raised one hand. His guards dragged someone through the open doors and forced him to his knees on the floor in front of everyone. It was a painter. The guards forced him to the ground and barked, "Tell everyone here exactly what you told us. Every word!" The man trembled all over and immediately cried out, "Okay... Okay! It was the duchess who gave me a hundred silver coins and ordered me to draw an obscene painting. She also gave me the young lady's portrait and told me to copy it. She even sketched a rose and told me to use it as the birthmark on the waist..."

He rubbed his shin, where I just kicked him while gaping at his idiocy. “Seriously! How can you even say that? Erotica basically means fucking anyone within a 10 meters radius! Romance means it has a storyline and the characters are faithful!” I explained to him, flailing my hands around me. “O-kay... I’ll pretend I understood that.” Dodging another kick, he rose from his chair and began putting his books back inside his bag. “I need to head back now. Mom had a night-and-day shift, so I have to cook dinner. See you on Monday!”

He positioned the wide head of his cock at my entrance and drove home with a single, brutal thrust. I let out a broken, high pitched sob. He was opening me up, claiming parts of me that had stayed dormant for years. He began to hammer into me from behind, his pace erratic and violent.My pussy cream was coated on his cock, the friction of our bodies creating a slick, messy sound that echoed through the kitchen. He leaned over my back, his chest crushing mine against the stone, his sweat dripping onto my spine. "Look at yourself," he whispered, forcing my face toward the reflection in the dark oven glass. "See how much you needed this."

he said. "It's called a cock, son. A big, and I am guessing, still really hard cock. Big..." I smiled, standing up. "...stiff..." I continued stalking slowly around the table towards him, "...cock," I finished, arriving next to him. He stared up at me, speechless. Standing above him in a position of authority, I looked down past my naked breasts at his face, changed the subject and started asking a few rhetorical questions. "So... you like erotic stories, don't you, my son?"

I cut him off rather mirthfully, "The poison that I gave you has enormous effects. Even though the antidote heals the poison, it has a side effect that is erectile dysfunction." Shrugging my shoulder I said coldly, "But you see, it is karma well deserved. I would castrate you but the issue is that the victims still have their vagina but they can't use them. So you will feel all your urges but would never be able to satiate them." The man displayed the expression of shock, then it turned to horror. But I ignored the man's reactions. Shaking the bottle in my hand I continued, "This is the medicine that will help you become normal."

“So, I visited this cafe in Minnesota where she worked as a waitress and there was where I saw her. To be frank, I saw a spark of ambition in her eyes that I once saw in myself. All that stopped her was her family.” “He kept coming to that cafe like a lovesick puppy and made small talks,” I joined in. His brows rose in my direction. Storytelling was my speciality. “I thought he was a freak. A predator. You know how people are.” “Yeah, but she gave into my persuasion, anyway. Things between us were very clean, to my liking.” Some widened their eyes in shock and some in confusion. "No way," the blonde from before commented. "Can you imagine? Eros Castellanos turning into a saint for a woman?"

It was my spirited pugnaciousness they were applauding. We walked sideways into the rough, uneven-surfaced fighting ring. Caprica held up her hand. "How much damage to your scrotum causes permanent injury?" "I'm not sure," I remained wary. "I've had hot wax poured over them, and then my tormentors ripped the congealed mass off, along with all my pubic hair, without undue effect."

"You never spoke to me." Eric let out a quiet laugh. "Because I had no reason to." He paused before continuing. "Then..." "The day your secondary gender manifested..." "Everything changed." Lucas remembered the hospital. The diagnosis. The suppressants. The confusion. Dr. Carter continued. "The moment your Omega scent awakened..." "So did the bond." Lucas slowly pieced everything together. "The restroom..." He looked at Eric. "That was your first rut." Eric nodded once. "I didn't understand what was happening."

A painful bulge grew slowly between his thighs, followed by a pooling drool as his cock oozed precum even without being fully aroused. The client lowered himself to Jace’s level, his lips slightly brushing his earlobe while his hot breath hovered above a certain spot on his neck, slowly entrancing Jace. “You know…” he began, his voice deep and gravelly with sin and raw desire. “It’s the first time you’ve looked this long.” Then, he nibbled on his earlobe, blowing hot air into it as his firm grip held Jace in place. Jace’s cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants, his head turning light as the client threatened to drown him in pleasure.