For as long as I can remember, castration has been a major fantasy of mine. I’ve watched videos of castrations and read erotic stories about it to masturbate. I have many taboo fetishes on top of this one, but my wife doesn’t share any of them. She’s very vanilla. She tries her best to please me and explore some of my desires, but it’s not natural to her. She’s doing it to make me happy but she doesn’t understand it. She’s dabbled in squeezing my balls or teasing me with orgasm denial and she’s gotten on board with ruining all of my orgasms. It’s been slow, but she’s made a lot of progress over the years. I end up hiding a lot from her though because I know she’d have a hard time with it. She tries her best, but some of it is just too extreme for her, so I don’t even bring it up. I’ve got secret chastity cages, CBT toys, and anal toys. I keep them hidden and use them when she’s not around. She travels for work a lot, which is when I get to play. She recently had a trip and I decided to finally play with my elastrator. It was amazing. I was only able to keep the band on for about 10 minutes, but it was a great rush.

I keep all of my toys well hidden in a storage room. She never goes in there and would never look there. This time though, I forgot to put the elastrator back. I left it in my nightstand drawer. I realized this when she went to grab some chapstick from the the drawer and instead held up the elastrator. “What’s this?” She asked as she looked at it from various angles, trying to figure out what it could do. I turned bright red and quickly made up an excuse, “well, you know I like to have my balls played with, right? That’s basically a toy for that. It makes them more sensitive. It puts one of those green bands around the sack to make them more sensitive.” She seemed to accept that answer and put it back in the drawer. “Cool, makes sense” she said.

A week later was my birthday, which usually means some fun sex experience for me. She had already previously agreed to tie me up on the bed and give me a BJ with a ruined orgasm at the end. As expected, she secured me naked to the bed. Once I couldn’t move, she took off her underwear and stuffed it in my mouth and tied a bandana around my head to hold the underwear in my mouth and prevent me from speaking. She then got up, went back to my nightstand, and grabbed the elastrator and a band from the little bag next to it. “I don’t normally like using toys, but it is your birthday” she said. She slid the band over the prongs and managed to open the elastrator. She then carefully pulled my balls through the open band, which took some effort. Once she finally had them through, she slid the band off the prongs and down onto my sack. I used a shoelace to help remove the band when I used it, but she didn’t know to do this or even what the band is supposed to be doing. She then said “I’m going to grab a drink downstairs while that gets your balls nice and sensitive. I’ll be back in a few.” After about 30 minutes, she came back and started squeezing and slapping my extremely sensitive balls. “Is it working?” She asked. I nodded my head yes but couldn’t say anything out loud. She then began to edge me with intermittent blow jobs. She would suck for a bit and then stop to scroll TikTok for a while. She did this off and on for over an hour. Meanwhile, my mind is racing while I remember that most people on this forum have said permanent damage begins after an hour banded. I tried to say she needs to take off the band but I just couldn’t talk at all. Hearing me try to speak, she said “I know, honey. You want to cum. You will eventually. Don’t worry.”

I could feel that I was close. She gave a little lick near the head and then stopped. I felt my cum start to spurt out. It was a complete ruin. The cum spurted out while she didn’t touch me at all. She just watched my cock twitch and release. “Aww, you poor thing” she said as she watched me struggle through the ruin. In my head, all I could think about was the fact that this was probably my last orgasm ever and it was completely ruined. My balls were cold and blue and the pain was up into my abdomen. “I’ll be back in a bit. You can lay here with that cum all over you for now” she said before walking back downstairs. It was another hour before she came back and took off the bandana and her underwear from my mouth.

The rest of the night is a blur after I told her what the band was really for. I remember parts of the ride to the hospital, the rush into surgery, and the swarm of doctors and nurses. More importantly, I remember the next morning when the doctor told me they had no choice and had to remove the sack and testicles. The band had been on too long to save them. “I hope it was worth it. I hope you enjoyed your last orgasm as a man” he said.