Neighborly Nightmare - part 5 - conclusion.
By Kimmie Cat,   KimmieCat3@aol.com
A single girl learns about the 3 R's (rope, rape, and revenge)

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Note to reader: It looked like part 4 got cut off so I'm adding the 
remainder here as part 5.
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((((DEEE - Dongggg))))   

 Upon hearing the doorbell, I put my hand up to my face.   "Goodness!"  I 
feigned surprise.   "Why, I wonder who that could be?    Uh, Devin...... 
could you be a good girl and answer the door please?"

"Aren't you forgetting something?" Patti asked me.

"What?"

"......to tell the little slut to put her panties back on."

 ((((DEEE - Dongggg))))

"Oh, yes....... Hurry, Devin!    Come on, quick, quick!!"

"I'm tired," he grumbled.


"Well, there's no rest for the wicked.  Get these panties back on NOW."

Patti and I both grabbed his arms and helped up our reluctant distaff.

"Pull yourself together, Devin...... Come on, smile!    Oh, and don't run 
away when you open the door, please.   'Cause Sheila's zapper button has 
a very long range."

We practically had to push him all the way back into the living room...... 
and Sheila trailed us, dragging the video camera with her.

I unlocked the door and urged him on.   "Go ahead......See who it is."

"W....Why me?" he stuttered.

Again, I pushed his shoulder toward the door.   "Go on......Check it out."

Slowly, Devin turned the handle and opened the door a small crack.   Then 
he shut it quickly.   I smiled again as I saw the look of horror on his face.   
"Well, who is it?" I asked.

He swallowed hard and looked back at me in despair.   "The pizza boy."

"Well are you just going keep him standing out there all night?   Come 
on...... We ordered a pizza.   Let him in already." 

Reluctantly, Devin allowed the door to swing wide open.   The bright-
eyed sixteen year old appeared a bit puzzled at first, but then grinned as 
realized he was being greeted by four ladies.......  one of whom was 
especially attractive.

"Uhhhhhh...........Hey, ladies," he said sheepishly.   Then he gazed around 
at the living room before looking back at me.   "Sooooooo, uh...........Hi, 
miss....... So that boyfriend who you said wasn't your boyfriend isn't 
around tonight?"

This was my first meeting with the pizza boy since his last delivery when 
he had his hands all over me. (and in me)    "You were very rude last 
week," I told him.   "You left without telling me your name."

"Oh, uh..... sorry, miss," he said, straightening up.    "My name's Stanley."

"Well, hello Stanley," I replied back.   "I'm Kimmie...... and these are my 
friends.    This is Sheila, Patti, and De-......uhhh......This is Daphney.     
Daphney's new to the area.   We just wanted to treat her to the best pizza 
in town."

Stanley politely doffed his baseball cap.   "Pleased to meet all you nice 
ladies," he replied, a little nervously.

"And to answer your question, Stanley......No, that so called ex-boyfriend 
was a pig, a liar, a barbarian, and a first class jerk......so I dumped him.    I 
doubt that you'll ever be seeing HIM around here again."

"Well I can't say I blame you, miss....... Uh, I mean you're right.   As soon 
as I left here last week, I was thinking to myself that for the way that guy 
treated you, he must have been one real low down piece of trash."

"Yeh, that's true, Stanley, and his 'dingaling' was so small I needed a 
microscope to see it!"

Devin looked so cute as I watched him seethe in anger...... tightening his 
lower lip and squeezing the hem on his skirt with his long fingernails while 
the rest of us laughed.

"But I guess I owe you an apology too, miss," the boy went on.

"Oh, just forget it, Stanley.    All sixteen year old boys have raging 
hormones.   I know that.  You were just following what comes natural."

"So you're saying you're not mad at me anymore?"

"Of course not...... That guy, Devin......He's the one who was being an 
asshole, not you.   So don't worry about it.   Here, come on in already and 
set the pizza down and I'll find you some money."

Patti led the pimply faced teen in and then shut the door behind him.   
Meanwhile, I ruffled through my purse and pulled out a ten dollar bill.    
"Hey, Patti, this is all I got...... Do you have a couple bucks on you for 
Stanley's tip?"

"No, I didn't bring any money with me tonight."

"You, Sheila?"

"Nope, sorry.......But maybe he'll take something for his tip besides 
money."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, back at my college sorority, we had a tradition...... The newest girl 
always gave something to the pizza delivery guy.    Would that be okay by 
you, Stanley?"

"Oh.....yeah, sure......whatever," he answered innocently.

"Well what did they usually give him?" I asked Sheila.

"Oh, it was always the same thing...... a 'BJ' "

Stanley's jaw immediately dropped and his young eyes lit up like sparklers.   
"WOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH   DUDE!!!  he exclaimed.

Sheila looked to her left.   "Daphney, you're the newest girl here 
tonight...... Look's like you've just volunteered to pick up the tip."

Swiftly, Devin did an 'about face' in his skirt and stomped back toward the 
bedroom.  (I have to admit that his dress made beautiful swirls whenever 
he turned.)

I apologized to Stanley for her rudeness but added, "Daphney's sort of the 
shy type......just give me a minute with her.   I'm sure she'll loosen up.   
Don't go away now."

"Oh no, miss..... I wouldn't leave.....REALLY!"

Back in the bedroom, I found Devin sitting on the bed again with his arms 
folded across his boobs.   "So what's YOUR problem?" I asked.

He looked up at me and grumbled in a 'loud' whisper, "There's no way I'm 
gonna' suck that's kid's dick......and I don't care WHAT you say.   This is 
where I draw the line, so just forget it."

"Um......Excuse me?" I replied.   "And since when do sissies take 
assertiveness training?   You know with all the bitching you do, I just 
wonder if you're suffering from PMS?    Why does everything always have 
to be an argument with you?   Do I have to continually remind you of your 
obedience collar?   Now get back in there.   You owe me BIG TIME for 
the pizza boy and you know it!"

Devin then displayed his sad puppydog face.   "Look, Kimmie...... it's just 
that, well...... you know...... guys shouldn't do that kind of stuff with other 
guys..... you know?..... It's like immoral."

"Haaaaa!!   What are you, a comedian?   Maybe we can get can get you a 
Sunday morning cable TV show...... We'll call it Devin's Devotions..... and 
you can stand up in your little dress and lecture on morality.   I'm sure 
there's a few dumbbells out there who would watch it.   GET OVER IT, 
DEVIN!    Look in the mirror......You're not guy anymore.   That's a past 
life.   You're a pretty little girl now......and it's time you started acting like 
one.    That's just how it is...... Naughty little girls always give BJ's to 
naughty little boys.   So you don't have to let your conscience bother you."

Devin covered his face with his hands.  "I ...... I just can't go through with 
this."

With that response, I turned and opened the bedroom door again, calling 
back out to the living room.   "Hey, Stanley!    How many delivery guys 
do you have working from your store tonight?"

"Well, um..... " he started to reply, "on Saturdays we're kind of busy, so 
counting me, there's about six."

"Yeah?   And if Daphney were willing, how many of them do you think 
would want to have their way with her...... with her body?"

The boy was caught somewhat off guard by the question.  
"Ummmmmm...... ummm.......six?"

"Thank you, Stanley."  Then I turned back to Devin.   "Now picture this, 
sweetness...... Daphney is tied down to the bed by her knees and elbows, 
with tape over her mouth, and her cute little ass is sticking plumply into 
the air.   Then six pizza boys come in one by one and ram their sausages 
into her like there's no tomorrow...... 'Course Daphney's three girlfriends 
are just sitting back munching on pizza and enjoying the show...... 
Hmmmm, maybe it's not a very pretty picture for you, but then, life is 
always full of interesting choices, isn't it?"

Devin stood up and faced me with his fists clenched.  His lower lip 
quivered and he spoke softly.   "Damn you, Kimmie."

"No, Devin," I replied.   "Damn YOU."

A few seconds later, we returned together and rejoined our company.   
"Daphney's had a change of heart," I announced to the group.   She really 
understands now how rude it would be to send Stanley away without his 
tip...... don't you girl?"

Devin looked really sad.    But he walked up to Stanley, trying not to look 
at his face, and took hold of the top of his pants.   Then with the other 
hand, he peeled down the zipper.

"Wohhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"  Stanley moaned.   "I must be dreaming.   Then he 
gazed and 'Daphney' and added,  "I hope you won't mind me saying this, 
miss, but ummmmmm....... you are really beautiful."

Devin, of course, could not reply lest reveal his masculine voice.    He 
knelt down in a ladylike manner just as he had done for me earlier.    Then 
he began fumbling inside the fly, searching for the opening in the folds of 
Stanley's tighty whitey underpants...... but he seemed to be having a little 
trouble finding it.

"Uh, excuse me miss," Stanley broke in.   "Um..... I know you probably 
never did this before, so I was just wondering if maybe you needed some 
help?"

"Don't bother," I told Stanley.   "If Daphney can't find your 'willy' after an 
hour, then we'll give her a map and a flashlight."   (Everyone chuckled 
except the girl kneeling down.)

But it didn't take that long.   When Devin found Stanley's tool, he gingerly 
pulled it out into the open light.   Already,  a frown creased Devin's face as 
he watched the snake magically grow before his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, miss," Stanley assured.   "It's not going to bite you."

"Go ahead, Daphney," I coached.   "Stanley's cock is so tall and so strong.   
This is a real treat for BOTH of you."

"Oh, yes mam," the boy readily agreed.

Devin took the head of the boy's penis daintily between his thumb and 
forefinger and then closed his eyes.    He extended his tongue out so that it 
almost, but not quite touched the circular ridge.

"Daphney, come on!" I scolded.   "You look like a someone afraid of 
tasting broccoli on their dinner plate.   I'm sure Stanley has other deliveries 
tonight, so stop wasting his time and start eating his cock."

"Yeah, Daphney...... Eat it!"  Patti joined in.

"EAT IT!!"  Sheila yelled.

Devin closed his eyes as tightly as he could, took one deep breath,  and 
then enveloped his mouth completely around Stanley's erect tool.

"Good, Daphney," I praised.   "Now you're getting the hang of it.   Now 
all you have to do slide him back and forth between your lips....... 
Good..... Good.......And make sure you swirl him around with your tongue 
too."

"Wohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh", Stanley moaned with delight.  "If it'll 
make you feel better, miss...... this is MY first BJ too."

"Come on now, faster Daphney!"  I coached.   "In and out!   In and out!   
Faster!   Faster!   How does it feel now, Stanley?"

"OHHHHH!    Unbelieeeeeeeeeev-able,"  he moaned.   "Somebody should 
write a song about this.......  Um, about that camera, miss?    You're not 
going to show this tape to my mom, are you?"

"Of course not, Stanley...... Just relax and enjoy the moment."

"Oh, I ammmmmmmmmm, miss....... I am."

I wasn't sure how much Devin was enjoying it, but he was deep-throating 
the lad pretty good now as the pressure was building rapidly inside his 
young scrotum.

"Ohhhhhh......OHHHHH......OHHHHHHHHHHHHH.........."

This was so strange.   Stanley's eyes seemed to roll to the back of his head 
and his entire body shuddered with the force of each stroke.   This had to 
be the great explosion.   He reached his climax so quickly.

"OH  OH OH OH .......huh....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!

Involuntarily, Stanley grabbed the back of Devin's neck and shot his entire 
load deep to the back of the 'girl's'  throat.

"Uhglglglglglglglglglg....."  Devin grabbed the boy's arms and struggled to 
keep from choking, but the only way to do it was to swallow the hot juices 
as quickly as he could.

The boy then smiled in ecstasy and collapsed onto the carpet...... leaving 
Devin trying to spit out what remained of the semen in his mouth.

"Daphney, that's so gross.   You could at least use the sink if you're going 
to do that," I said.   "But I still have to compliment both of you...... 'cause 
for your first times, this was really a job well done."

"Mmmm......thank you, miss," Stanley beamed, lying on his back.   "And 
thank YOU, miss Daphney."

Devin did not answer.   He was still brooding and went over and sat on the 
couch, crossing his legs...... like a woman of course.

"Well, I have to tell you miss," Stanley continued, "that I'll be happy to 
deliver a pizza here anytime you like...... day or night....... 'cause the tips 
keep getting better each week!"

"I'm sure you would, Stanley," I replied, watching him zip up and leave.

"Bye, Stanley," we all called.

"Well that was certainly fun, don't you think so?....... Daphney?!"

"Yeah, sure," he grumbled without turning around.

"Don't you get it, Devin?" I asked.    "That young boy actually thought 
you were a genuine woman!    You played your part terrifically.......Now I 
can't wait to see if the job Patti did on you can also convince grown 
MEN."

This time he did turn around.  "What men?!" he asked with alarm.  I 
thought we were done now.   You said I wouldn't have to face any 
others."

"Well all night long you've been asking when you could leave.....and now 
you can.   'Cause all four of us girls are going downtown to a special 
nightspot I know that has great drinks and dancing.  Just give me a minute 
to change clothes.    I know you'll love it there, Devin...... a chance to 
really express yourself as a new woman.   My friends from the fitness club 
go there all the time.    They'll probably be sitting.................

          ---(( 30 minutes later at the 'Fresh Faces' nightclub ))

......................... over there by the corner table.   C'mon everyone, let's go 
meet 'em.   And Daphney, I want you to be on your best ladylike 
behavior....... and smile!"

Devin started breathing harder as we approached my friends' table.   He 
looked really nervous and tried to stand behind the rest of us.

"Hi Roger!" I offered the first greeting.  "I hope we didn't miss all the fun 
tonight."

My well muscled fitness trainer and his two buddies looked up and 
beamed at us.   "Kimmie, hey!!   You made it......great!    We were about 
to give up on you.   It was getting kind of late already."

"Well...... you know it takes us girls a little longer get ready, and all.......   
Anyway, you guys already know Patti and Sheila..... and I'd like you to 
meet our new friend Daphney.   She's new to the city here."

Patti and Sheila stepped aside to expose our 'new girl' for viewing and I 
could see the three men form the word 'Woh' with the roundness of their 
lips.   (They just didn't yell it out loud like the pizza boy.)

Roger got up and offered his seat tugging lightly at Daphney's arm.   
"Come join us, please, Daphney....... All of you girls..... Please sit down.    
Daphney, these are my friends Geoff and Eric."

The other two guys offered big hellos and Daphney nodded back.   

"She can't really talk today," I explained to the guys.   "A touch of 
laryngitis."

Roger and I were supposed to have gone out on the night that Devin 
attacked me for the second time.   When he called to say he’d be a few 
minutes late, Devin then picked up the phone and pretended to be my 
brother.

"Oh, that's too bad," Roger replied.   "Well I guess then she won't be 
telling us any of her secrets tonight....... But I have to say that it's good to 
see YOU looking healthy again, Kimmie.   Last week when your brother 
told me over the phone that you were sick with the flu, I just felt so badly 
for you...... And not just because you couldn't make our date.  I mean, I 
offered to come over and make soup for you, but your brother said your 
illness was very contagious and I shouldn't come near you for a while."

"Well, I think my brother was being a little over protective.    Sometimes I 
get the feeling he just doesn't want me seeing ANY guys."

"But the important thing is that you're here tonight..... along with, of 
course, three very lovely friends."

"Oh, stop it, Roger."

"No, really Kimmie...... Well, I was certainly getting tired of looking at 
Geoff and Eric all night... Now tell us, what would you ladies like to drink 
this evening?"

I purposely had Devin sitting next to Roger, on Roger’s right, and I was 
sitting on Devin's right.   Even while Roger appeared to be speaking to 
me, I noticed him eyeballing up and down the body of the beautiful 
'Daphney'.

I have nothing against jocks or muscle guys, but on occasion, the 
conversation can get a little drab.   And after twenty minutes of 'happy 
hour', this was turning into one of those occasions..... so I decided to liven 
things up a little.    I stretched as far as I could with my left foot, past 
Devin, and rubbed it against Roger's leg.   His head immediately perked up 
and he responded by placing his right hand on Devin's thigh.   I had to 
keep from giggling as Devin's eyes opened up like saucers.   Roger's hand 
then started to wander under Devin's skirt.   So Devin tried to 
nonchalantly scoot his chair farther from him and closer to me.  So I 
figured, 'what the hell', and I put my left hand under the table and started 
feeling up Devin's right thigh.   

Devin looked at me like I was nuts, all the while he was squirming around 
in his chair like he had ants in his panties.   However, this charade came to 
a sudden halt when Roger's fingers came in contact with mine near the 
location that would have been considered Daphney's pussy....... had 
Daphney actually had one there.   I guess Roger noticed that both of 
Daphney's elbows were up on the table...... so he was a little surprised (or 
embarrassed)  to find another hand down under her skirt.    Anyway, he 
immediately jumped out of his seat and yelled.....

"Hey girls!    Let's dance!"

"Hey, yeh!   Great idea, Roger," I stood up and chimed along with him.

Roger turned, looking over Devin's head.  "So, uh...... you and me, 
Kimmie?"

"Well, why don't you take Daphney first.   She's new in town and you're 
the best dancer here.   And I did kind of promise her that she'd have a 
good time tonight."

"You sure you don't mind, Kimmie?"

Devin put up his hands trying to wave off the invitation, but I wouldn't let 
him.   "No, of course not Roger.    I'm counting on you to show her your 
best moves."

I accepted Geoff's cue to partner up and Patti teamed with Eric, but I 
didn't really want to leave Sheila by herself.   "Would you like me to help 
find you a dance partner?" I asked her.

She sipped her drink, looked up, and replied rather snootily, "I'm a doctor, 
not a ballerina."

"Party pooper," I scoffed at her.

So the remaining six of us walked around the bar and advanced to the 
dance floor.   As we did, Roger whispered in my ear, "You're friend 
Daphney looks really hot."

And I whispered back to him, "She's a 'nympho', and when we first walked 
in tonight, she said she wanted you....... Don't wait long to make your 
move."

Roger didn't seem to mind the fact that I was giving up my place to 
another girl, especially one prettier than myself.   He winked and flashed 
the 'okay' sign to me with his fingers and then offered his hand to the 
beautiful woman.

As the band struck up a deafening chord of electric guitars, Devin came 
around to me and said, "I think I'm going to be sick."

"You dance with him, asshole!" I answered back.   "Isn't that why you 
stopped me from going out with him last week......so you could have his 
body all to yourself?   Well now you've got him.   Now get out there and 
dance like you mean it!    And don't embarrass me anymore."

I gave him a slight nudge on his arm, directing him towards his eager 
partner.   The beat was quick, but not too fast that a good pair of dancers 
couldn't maintain bodily contact.  Geoff and I sort of 'clumsied' our way 
around the floor...... perhaps more to my fault since I just couldn't keep 
my eyes off that charming couple a few feet away.

I must have forgotten the lyrics to the 'Ass-grabbing Tango'.    Surely they 
were playing it as Roger was demonstrating a thorough knowledge of the 
moves.    I had to giggle watching Devin trying to pry off his partner's 
sticky fingers from his buttocks.   Roger was so good as a leader than it 
didn't seem to matter how good or bad the lovely Daphney followed.  It 
was obvious that his work as a fitness trainer carried over into other 
activities.    Then, a series of wrist to wrist 'wind-outs' showed how 
beautiful a swirling skirt could be when properly spun.

It seemed poor Daphney could hardly catch her breath as Roger drew her 
back in for the next series of movements.   He slid her beneath his legs and 
threw her entire body up in the air almost effortlessly   (affording a brief 
glimpse of her panties)    Roger arched his back and guided his partner to 
a perfect landing...... on his crotch.    He held her at the armpits and 
proceeded to enter into the movement that some people call the 'big bump' 
or 'dirty dancing'...... Well to be crude about it, it looks like simulated 
fucking on the dance floor.

Poor Devin...... How humiliating...... And how cruel I was to enjoy 
watching every minute of it.   If I ever heard this tune again, I would be 
sure to say, 'hey Devin..... they're playing your song.'     And Geoff and 
Eric didn't have a clue as to why their partners were laughing so hard.

The band was nearing the end of the number and I noticed that Devin was 
finally able to escape to strong grasp of his muscled partner.   He shoved 
Roger away and walked back to our table in a huff.   Roger looked very 
puzzled.

As we assembled back at the table, Sheila looked up and asked, "I take it 
everyone enjoy themselves?"

Roger answered, "Yeh, it's really great having you girls come down and 
join us for the action...... although I have to say your friend Daphney, here, 
seems a bit frigid tonight."

----SLAP!!!!!----     

A hefty slap it was, delivered to the side of Roger's face by his defamed 
dance partner.   I knew all too well how that could feel and the blow left 
ME far angrier than it's recipient.

"DEV!!   I mean, DAPHNEY!!!!!"   I screamed, nearly blurting out the 
wrong name.  "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!!!"

All of us were stunned by the ugly turn of events and I figured the most 
prudent course of action at that point would be to get our butts out of 
there in a hurry.    "Look, I'm really sorry about this, Roger," I tried to 
apologize.   "I think it's best if we just leave now." 

Roger did not look too happy as he rubbed the red side of his face.   Had 
he known at that point that his dancing partner was a male, I'm sure he 
would have broken Devin into about fifty pieces.

As we exited the night club I asked him, "How could you do that, Devin?!    
How could you embarrass me like that?!"

"It's bad enough I get insulted by you," he grumbled.   "Why should I have 
to take it from a dick head?"

"Get in the car, Devin," I ordered.   "Obviously, we can't take you 
anywhere."  

(((except for one more very special place, my little man......heh, 
heh.....'cause this night ain't over for you YET)))








CHAPTER 10
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Patti sat up front as Sheila drove away.   Devin and I were together in the 
back.  His hands were folded together on top of his skirt.

"It wasn't a total loss," I commented.   Patti proved that not only could she 
get you to pass for a woman, but a beautiful one at that.   Roger wanted 
you bad."

"I'm tired of being a woman," he replied.

"After just two hours?  Give yourself time to get used it..... Maybe if you 
got silicone breast implants, the role would feel more natural to you." 

"Stop it, Kimmie...... Hey, why are we stopping here?   This isn't the 
apartment."

Sheila looked over her shoulder at Devin.   "This is my office," she said.   
"I just need to pick up some papers.  Why don't all of you come in with me 
and you can look around."

"That's okay, thanks," Devin replied.   "I'll just wait in the car."

I tapped Devin on his shoulder.   "You know, we couldn't just leave a 
pretty girl all alone outside at night.   Come in with us."

"I'll be fine," he grunted.

"No, I think you should come in with us, Devin...... and, uh...... This is not 
a request."

"But why?"

"Why, because if you don't, then we'll just drive back to the night club and 
tell Roger you're a guy, and then see how long it takes him to beat the shit 
out you."

"Fine," he grumbled.   "But I'm only going up to Sheila's door.  I'm not 
walking inside."

That was good enough for now.   I took Devin by the hand and followed 
Sheila through the main floor, up the elevator, and back down the hall to 
her office.   The rest of the building was deserted.   Sheila took out her 
keys and let Patti and me in while Devin  stood in the doorway.

In one of the examining rooms, Sheila appeared to be gathering up some 
documents, but then turned around and called back to Devin.

"Uh, need a little help, please!   Devin, can you help me move this file 
cabinet?   It's full now and I just need to push it to the side.   It's in the 
way too much."

He seemed leery about entering.  "Why can't Patti and Kimmie help you?" 
he asked.

"Well I hate to admit this," Sheila answered, "but I know that beneath that 
pretty dress is a pair of strong arms that make my other two friends look 
like weaklings.   I'm not going to zap you, okay?   Just help me, please?  
This will only take a second."

Devin sighed and took a careful look inside, as if to check if there were 
any more people hiding in the office waiting to ambush him.

"Okay, great.....Just help me lift the bottom corners and we'll kind of 'walk' 
it over to the side.  You know how to do this...... Now watch, 'cause it's 
really heavy.....Great, Devin..... This is perfect.  I really appreciate you 
helping me out with this."

Devin shrugged his shoulders.  "No problem."

I then commented, "You know, with Devin being so cooperative now, 
maybe it's time we let him take off that thing he's got."

"What thing?" Sheila asked.

"You know," I replied, ".....the cock ring."

"Oh, you mean his obedience collar?"

"Yeh."

"No way, Kimmie!" Sheila shot back.  Then she took the remote control 
out of her pocket and waved it in front of me.  "This is what keeps us in 
control!   You take it off and Devin becomes  like an animal again."

"Sheila, you've got to be kidding.   I mean look at him..... or her..... or 
whatever you want to call it.   That's not the same Devin that started the 
evening with us.    Look, it kind of bothered me about how things ended at 
the night club..... for both Roger and Devin.    We had our fun for one 
night..... It's late..... I'm tired...... and I just think it's time to go home."

"And you called ME a party pooper?" Sheila scoffed.  "What do you think, 
Patti?"

"Well, like I said before, this is Kimmie's party..... whatever...... Why not 
just ask Devin?   Devin, would you promise to behave yourself if we took 
off your cock ring?"

There was no hesitation in his reply.  "Yes, and yes PLEASE!" he spoke 
up.

"Oh, sure......What do you expect him to say?" Sheila growled back.

"Sheila, just quit it." I retorted.   "Sometimes I think you just LIKE to be 

mean.   Take the key out and let him go already."

Patti nodded with me in agreement.

Sheila then turned her nose up.  "Oh fine," she huffed.  "Tell the little slut 
to take her panties off again."

Devin didn't appreciate the name calling much, but it was better than being 
subjected to any more of Sheila's painful electronic toy.  He dropped the 
panties quickly.

"Okay, now sit up on the table so I can reach it," Sheila ordered.

"Do I have to?" Devin asked.

"Of course not," said Sheila.  "I'll just press the little button on this remote 
control here and....."

"Okay!  Okay!" Devin responded putting up his hands.  Then he quickly 
hopped up on the sanitary tissue that covered the leather topped 
examining table. 

"I'll need you to lie down so we can untape your penis.  The end of the 
table has a head rest.   Come on now."

Devin obeyed the request and allowed Sheila to lift up his skirt.

"Okay, now you have to spread your knees far apart so I can pull the tape 
off.  Do you want me to pull it off fast or slow?"

He tightened his lips.  "Ummmmm.....If I asked for slow, does that mean 
you'd yank it off fast anyway?"

"No Devin..... Contrary to Kimmie's remark, I'm not ALWAYS mean.   
But if you want slow, then you have to hold real still and not move."

"Okay.....................Uh...Uh...OWWW!!."

"Devin, this is not working.  You're still squirming too much.  Here, I'm 
going to strap your knees into these table stirrups that women use for a 
pelvic exam.   I'm not doing this to embarrass you...... But they'll hold you 
still and keep your knees spread wide apart so I can take off the rest of the 
tape."

"Is this necessary, doctor?"

"Very."

"Okay.....................uh...OW!...OWWWWWW!!!"

"DAMN IT DEVIN!  I TOLD YOU TO LAY STILL!!"

"I'M TRYING!!!"

"Kimmie, Patti..... I want him frozen on this table.  Use the side table 
straps.   Strap his arms down tight next to his hips.  Make sure he's 
TOTALLY immobile."

Devin's breathing started to get heavier.  He sounded a little worried.  
"Isn't this a bit of overkill for a lousy piece of tape?" he asked.

"Shut up, Devin," Sheila snapped back.

----RIPPPP!!----

"AGGHHHHHHH!!!"

"Sorry, that's as slow as I could pull it."

Devin's cock sprang back to a forward position and he looked around his 
restraints, apparently wondering when we going to remove them.

"So, can I get up now?" he asked nervously.

"Don't you want me to remove the cock ring?" Sheila replied.  "Or did you 
forget about that already?"

"Oh, uh...... yeah, sure," he mumbled back.

"Well, at least this won't hurt like the tape did.   All I have to do is unlock 
it with a little key here....... yes...... and there you are.    Doesn't that feel 
better now?"

"Much," he answered.  "Oh, and thank you."

"Very good, Devin," said Sheila.  "We didn't even have to prod you to say 
it this time."

The 'patient' tugged against the straps holding his arms down.   "So can I 
get up now, please?" he asked again."

Sheila put one hand under her chin.  "Do you want to tell him, Kimmie...... 
or should I?"

"No," I sighed deeply.   "I should be the one."

Devin turned his head back and forth rapidly.   "To tell me WHAT?" he 
asked with alarm.

I approached the table and placed a hand on his shoulder.   "Devin," I 
spoke softly, "I don't really expect you to fully understand this now and 
there's really no perfect way to prepare you for this."

"Prepare me for WHAT?!

"Well,"  I continued,  "the three of us have given this a lot of thought, and 
the end result is that we really want to try to help you......... you know, to 
solve your problem."

"What problem?!   What are you talking about?!!!"

"Just take it easy, Devin.   Everything will be fine for you because this is 
the right thing to do.   

Devin stared at me and asked in a dead pan voice, "Do......what?"

I turned my back.   I just couldn't look at him when I said the words.    
"Devin, we think it would be in your best interests if you were...... 
gelded."   Then I slowly turned again and saw the contorted expression on 
his face.

"Gelded? he asked, picking his head up.   "Gelded?   But that's something 
you do to a horse.    You want to cut my balls off?!!    K..Kimmie, if this is 
one of your jokes...... I mean..... Uhhhhhh......This is not very funny.    
Come on Kimmie...... This is not something you should joke about."

"Well, if it would make you feel more comfortable thinking of it as a joke, 
then I guess that's okay."

He stared at me in disbelief.   "Kimmie......I know you pulled this with me 
when you did the stuff with the cigarette, the mouse trap, and the bees...... 
but I have to tell you, I'm not very good at these games.   My stress level 
peaks very quickly.  My stomach goes in knots.   This is just very difficult 
for me to handle.   If you want to punish me some more, I guess I can't 
stop you...... but for once.... uhhhhh...... (swallow).... Cold you please be 
on the level with me and tell me the truth?"

I put my hands on my hips and spoke abruptly.   "The truth is......there's 
only one real cure for your condition.   If you want the truth, Devin, then 
just look in the mirror...... You're a sexual predator."

"I'M NOT!!!" he cried out at me.   "I'M NOT!!   I'M NOT!!"

"You're also in a state of denial."

"No I'm  NOTTTTTTT!!!!!!"  he yelled, as beads of perspiration started 
forming on his forehead.     "Look, Kimmie....... If you're trying to scare 
me, you're doing a very good job.    But, come on, I'm only twenty-four 
years old, and uhhhh....... well, you know, I might want to have kids 
someday......"

"Oh joy," Sheila remarked sarcastically, "A bunch of little Devins running 
around...... That's just what the world needs.  I'm glad we're nipping 
THAT idea in the buds."

"Believe me, Devin," I continued,  "You'll feel a lot better after this is 
done.   And your conscience won't bother you any more."

"Yeah?!!    But what about YOURS, Kimmie?!!"

"No.......I don't think so...... not after all the things you did to me."

Devin's breathing was becoming more sporadic.   His heart was beating 
loud enough for us to hear.   "Then.... then you're really serious about 
this?" he sputtered the words.

This time I yelled at him.   "YOU'RE GOD DAMN RIGHT I'M 
SERIOUS!!    HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU RAPE ME?!!!"

"I SAID I WAS SORRRRRRYYYY!!!!!!!!"

"WELL THAT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!!"

Devin shook his head.   "Kimmie, even so, I can't believe you would want 
to do this to me.   Sheila put you up to this, didn't she?    She wants to do 
it and told you to follow along.   You've GOT to stand up to her!    This is 
WRONG!"

I stepped forward and looked at him straight in the eyes.  "No, Devin...... 
This decision is mine...... and mine alone."

He swallowed hard and heaved many quick breaths.   A single tear fell 
from his right eye.   "But you said you would never hurt me, Kimmie....... 
You PROMISED!!!!"

Behind me, Doctor Sheila emerged with a hypodermic needle in her right 
hand.   "That's why I'm giving you a local anesthesia," she told him.   
"Believe me, once you've got numb nuts, it won't hurt a bit..... You won't 
feel a thing."

Devin's body tensed up as the doctor approached.   "NOOO!!!"  he 
protested, pulling mightily against his straps.   "NO NO NO NO!!!"

But the operation was proceeding.    Sheila penetrated the needle into 
underside of Devin's scrotum and pressed the contents forward with her 
thumb.

"AAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!"

"Did you hear something?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah," Patti replied,  "but I think the noise was a lot worse when he got 
his ears pierced."

Then the doctor look down at the perspiring face of her patient and 
remarked, "In my practice, Devin, I have a tradition...... Before going 
completely numb, a condemned male is always allowed one last 
orgasm...... and you will be no exception."

I suppose what Sheila did next might be viewed as somewhat of an 
unusual medical procedure.   The exam table had a midpoint pivot or axle 
which allowed gravity to act as an aid when needed.   But I'm not so sure 
that it was intended for the patient's head to be at the bottom with the legs 
pointing toward the ceiling.   That is how Devin soon found himself.   
Sheila then pulled the headrest lever so that his neck was bent at a ninety 
degree angle and he was now looking straight up......at his cock, which 
was pointing straight down at him just a few inches away.

Devin's legs were strapped in pretty tightly so as to bear most of his 
weight...... although this didn't look like it could be a very comfortable 
position for him.

"What are you DOING to me?!" he called out.

"Tell me something, Devin," I said.  "From this angle, does your cock look 
different?   When it's pointing at your face, does it look more like a 
monster...... or something evil that's threatening to do you harm?"

"Ummm...... it's hard to say," he mumbled the words from his scrunched 
up position.

"Open your mouth, Devin," Doctor Sheila ordered.

"But......why?" he asked.

Sheila did not answer.  Instead she used two fingernails to pinch the head 
of his penis. 

"OWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!"

Immediately as Devin opened his mouth, she inserted a clear flexible 
plastic tube, about two inches in diameter, to the back of his throat.    The 
other end of the tube was just long enough to connect with his cock.    
Then she held Devin's head steady with her left hand.
The patient looked really scared...... and I was starting to wonder in which 
class they would teach this procedure at medical school.  

"Mmmmmmpphhhhhhh!!!!!"

"Calm down, boy," the doctor ordered.   "I'm just going to give you a little 
thrill before we begin your operation."

In her right hand, Sheila held up a battery operated palm massager.   She 
turned on the device and pressed it firmly onto the plastic that surrounded 
the head of Devin's penis.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmpppphhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Though he was only maybe half erect, the heavy vibrations were driving 
Devin crazy.   His body wiggled and squirmed wildly within the restraints 
of his straps.   Sheila held his hair to make sure he couldn't turn his head 
and lose the tubing.   

"Enjoy it, boy," Sheila snickered at him.   "It'll be a lot harder to do after 
tonight."

Patti and I watched in fascination as Devin drew quickly to a climax.    
With his legs spread so wide apart, the only movement left to him was to 
bob his feet up and down as he shot his load toward its target.

"Mmmmmmmpphhhhh!!!!"

Betrayed by his own organ, once again, he endured the humiliation of 
fucking himself.   And against the force of gravity, he had no choice but to 
swallow every last drop from his diminishing manhood.

Sheila then quickly removed the materials and returned Devin to the more 
conventional position lying on his back and set down his head rest.   At 
other side of the room, she retrieved a rolling stand on which sat a tray of 
sterile medical instruments.   She brought it up to the examination table, 
rolling it within the patient's view to be sure he had a chance to study all 
the shiny knives and scissors.   Then she dropped down the folding lower 
third of the exam table so she could step between his legs for an 
unobstructed route to the operating sight.   Finally she flicked a finger 
against his scrotum to check if he was numb.

The doctor looked around the room and noticed the heavy tension amidst 
her audience and her patient.   "HEYYY!!!" she shouted, startling all three 
of us.   "Are we having fun yet?" 

More tears began streaming down Devin's face as he tried to lift up his 
head.   "Kimmie, PLEASE!!" he wailed.   "We've got to talk...... I'm not 
handling this very well."

Patti squawked at him, "Take it like a man, Devin."

"Patti," said Sheila, "Try to show some compassion.   Get the boy a box of 
tissues and wipe his eyes please."

"Kimmie," he continued,  "I don't want to do this.   I have $8,000 in my 
savings account.  I'll give it to you...... gladly......We can just call it part of 
like a victim compensation fund."

"I don't want your money, Devin," I replied.

"You can have my car, TOO!"  he called out, eagerly hoping to persuade 
me.

"But I don't want your money OR your things.   I guess you and I just 
have different values.

He was starting to sound desperate.   "Look...... I can borrow up to 
$12,000 on credit.  That'll bring the total up to $20,000.   I'll get a second 
job to pay it back.   And I'll take the bus to work both ways....... Kimmie, 
PLEASE!......It's the best I can do."

"Well maybe you should have thought of that a few weeks ago.   Sorry, 
Devin.....no deal."

Sheila picked up a scalpel.   "And now, ladies and gentlemen, it's time to 
commence the operation."

"NO!......WAIT!!!"

"What is it now, Devin?"

"I'll go to jail."

"What?" she asked.

"Just call the police.   Send them over right now.   I'll tell them everything!   
I'll sign a confession!   Look, you can even show them the videotape I 
made as proof.   They can put me away and then I won't be able to bother 
you anymore."

"Dear, dear," I replied.   You could get raped in prison.   Devin, that's 
sounds like a very noble gesture on your part......but just how stupid do 
you think we are?    The courts would never allow a confession under 
duress...... and your lawyer would probably keep playing all the parts of 
the tape where I had an orgasm to show that I was a willing participant.   
Do you honestly think I want to be embarrassed like that in front of a 
jury?...... Start cutting, Sheila."

".......WAIT!!!!!..... WAAAAAAAIT!!!!!!!"

"Devin, I can't stand all these interruptions when I'm operating."

"Kimmie, I've got it.   Put the obedience collar back on my cock.   Then 
I'll wear a male chastity belt over it.   I've seen these in catalogs.   You can 
get them with electronic locks so there's no way a locksmith could open it.    
See what I mean?   I could be your little sex slave or boy toy.  It would 
prevent me from having sex with anyone and you could rape me every 
night."

"Nice try, Devin.   But get this through your thick skull.......I don't want to 
end up like YOU.     I'm not LIKE you."

"Okay, okay....... So I would just be your maid then.   Every day I'll come 
over and clean your apartment and wash your clothes and cook meals for 
you if you want.   And you could dress me in girls clothes and spank me 
whenever I messed up...... You could even rent me out to Sheila and Patti.   
I could be their maid too."

My two friends looked at each other.   "Hmmmm," Sheila mused, "This 
proposal is starting to sound interesting."

"So Devin," Patti broke in, "Would you do the 'boy toy' part at my  
place?"

"HEY YOU GUYS!"  I hollered at my friends.   "How can you allow 
yourselves to sink to his level?"

Patti shrugged.   "I just think it's so sweet that he cares so much about his 
balls that he'd be willing to be our slave just to keep them.

"No Way!......  NO  DEAL, Devin!"

"THEN WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?!!!" He cried out, shedding 
a new line of tears.

"Nothing, Devin," I answered.   "I just want your balls someplace less 
dangerous than in a sac between your legs."

Tears flowed freely down the man's face.....and he shook his head in 
disbelief.  "No....... Kimmie, please (sniff)...... I'm begging you...... I'm so 
sorry for what I did to you...... I know (sniff..sniff) ...... I know how 
wrong I was....... Couldn't you at least punish me in some other way?...... 
I'm so sorry.....(sniff)  ...uhhhhhhhhh....I'm sooooooo sorrrrrryyy."

Devin's face shook with emotion and his lips curled into a pathetic frown.   
Patti wiped more of his tears away with a tissue.

But Sheila was growing impatient.   "Kimmie, if you're just going to stand 
there all night listening to this blubbering, I'll have to start charging you by 
the hour.   It's YOUR PARTY.    Will you make a decision already?"

I glanced back and forth, looking at both my friends.   They said no more.  
Then I glanced at Devin.    He was nearly choking on his words but 
managed to whisper out a few more cries of  'please........please........'

Finally, I looked up at Sheila and said, "I just want to be sure that I do the 
right thing."   Then I turned my back, took a deep breath, and murmured, 
"Try not to leave a scar."

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!" Devin wailed, crossing his 
eyes.

"Too late, boy," Sheila snickered.  "The first cut is history.   A shame you 
can't feel it."

"NO NO NO NO NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!"

"You seem to be taking this rather personally, Devin," Sheila continued.  
(her bedside manner leaving much to be desired)    In fact, half the world's 
population gets along perfectly fine without testicles.   None of us here 
have any testicles and you don't hear us whining about it like a bunch of 
crybabies."

"UUHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..........."

"Devin, quit over-reacting to the procedure.   Just think of all the 
advantages you'll have with no balls.   You could get a job as a eunuch in a 
harem...... or you could try out for the Swedish boys choir as a 
soprano....."

"Yeah," Patti chimed in, "and you can even play sports without a 
jockstrap."

This whole scene seemed quite bizarre to me.  "Sheila, do you really enjoy 
your work?" I asked.

"Of course I do."

"But why?   It seems so gruesome."

"Can't you see why, Kimmie?   Because I like helping people."

"Oh."

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.....ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,"  the 
patient moaned.

"Calm down, Devin.   I'll make sure I do a good job on you.   It would be 
terrible to have a friend sue me for malpractice........ Okay, I'm ready to tie 
off the vessel on the right testicle....The cut in your scrotum is small, 
Devin.  We use minimally invasive procedures now that speed up healing.   
In fact, you should be able to walk right out of here when we're finished.  
Okay, here it comes......"

With a pair of forceps, Sheila held up for all to see, a dark oval shaped 
object.

"Ooo.... I think it's a boy," she commented.   "One down, one to go."

Patti tapped the patient on his shoulder.   "Hey, look Devin......You want 
to see what your ball looks like?   It's sort of like an olive..... only a lot 
uglier."

Devin turned his head sideways and called out in anguish, "OH GOD!!!!    
I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING TO ME!!!!"

"That's funny, Devin," I noted.   "I was saying the same thing to myself 
about a dozen times when you came into my apartment."

Sheila dropped the testicle into a jar of liquid and explained, "This is 
formaldehyde, Kimmie.   It's a preservative so you'll be able to take his 
balls home with you as a souvenir."

"Souvenir?" I chuckled.   "No, no....... I consider them more like a 
trophy...... kind of like the way guys act when they screw a girl and then 
brag  that it's another notch on their belt.   Maybe I should start a 
collection."

"Of testicles?" Patti asked with surprise.   "Gee, who'd want to be YOUR 
boyfriend?"

Sheila offered another suggestion.   "Why don't you just take them home 
and feed them to your cat, Oscar."

"Well, I don't know," I replied.   "What if he starts meowing in a deep 
voice?   I'll come home one day and he'll say 'MAAAAY   
OHHHHHHHH".

"Okay," Sheila nodded.   "Let's get back to the patient."

-----RINNNNNNNNNNNNGGGG!!!!-----

"Damn!   That's my emergency phone.   Who'd be calling this late?"   
Sheila put down her instruments and went to the other side of the room.   
"Hello?......Yes?......Is this really an emergency?....... Because I'm in the 
middle of an operation, that's why.......No, it's a castration...... No, mother, 
you cannot watch......Look, we've been through this before, mother...... 
The TV/VCR switch should be set to VCR...... and the TV channel should 
be left on four...... What?...... No, just make sure you set the present time 
correctly.   Don't let it blink on twelve o'clock....... Huh?...... Hold on a 
second.  That sounds like a 'guy' question."

Sheila momentarily set the phone down and turned in our direction.   
"Hey, Devin....... What speed do you set the tape at when you want to 
record for six hours?   Is it SP or SLP?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........hrmphpfhff."

"What?   Say again please?"

"hrmphpfhff...... SLP."

"Okay, thanks...... Hello, mother?....... Yes, thank goodness there’s a man 
here…. try using SLP, okay?...... Okay, bye mother...... Yes, I love you 
too, mother...... Okay, bye now."

Sheila returned to the table.  "Hmmm.....Now where were we before we 
were so rudely interrupted?"

Patti noted, "You were about to cut off Devin's other ball."

"Oh...... yes, yes, yes, how could I forget....... So tell me Devin, from your 
standpoint, do feel that castration is a form of sexual harassment... or just 
a friendly social gesture?...... Hmm, no reply?...... You know, back when I 
was at college, there was a fraternity there where the guys named their 
intramural squad the 'Nads'....... So when all us girls went to cheer them 
on, we used to yell 'GO NADS!!    GO NADS!!' "

"Wait, I've got one!" Patti called out, raising her hand.   "What should you 
do with a man that has three balls?"

"I don't know," Sheila replied, as she continued  work on her patient.

"You walk him....... and pitch to the next guy."

I rolled my eyes.   The chatter was becoming unbearable.

"Okay," said Sheila, "We're ready to tie off the left one now...... And here 
it comes..... steady now....."   Then she held the forceps up to the light and 
examined the second object.   "Oh, I've got good news for you, Devin...... 
Both of your testicles are perfectly healthy."

"NOOO!!!!   NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO no no no no no no no no 
no no."

Devin thrashed his head violently left and right and he continued to cry 
incoherently.

Sheila then dropped the second ball into the same jar, tightened down the 
lid, and handed it to me.   "Only four stitches and you’re done, pal," she 
advised her patient.  "Piece'a cake....... So, uh, do want any other 
'ectomies' while your here on the table, Devin?..... tonsillectomy, 
appendectomy?    No?..... How about a frontal lobotomy?...... Personally, 
I'd rather have a bottle in front of me than a frontal lobotomy.    But, hey, 
in my practice, the customer is always right......Will someone get the 
patient another tissue please.   I can't stand this blubbering..... DAMN  
IT!!   SOMEBODY COMFORT THE PATIENT!"

"Okay, okay," I volunteered, running to get another tissue to wipe away 
his tears.

"Hmmm......Looks like we're about ready to finish up now," Sheila 
continued.   "Devin, I'm going to wrap your scrotum with some gauze 
bandages, and I want you to leave them on at least until morning, okay?    
You can still go potty if you have to.   And the stitches are self-dissolving 
so you won't even notice them in a week."

The doctor reached up and turned out the overhead lights.   Then the 
restraining straps came off his arms and the leg stirrups came down.   
"Kimmie, can you help me get the patient back up on his feet?   He's going 
to be walking a little gingerly for awhile.   Here, help him get his panties 
back on too."   

As Devin stood up again, he closed his eyes and moaned softly, not 
wishing to comprehend his condition.    His skirt fell back down over his 
thighs and he once again, he looked like a woman...... only now, a bit 
haggard.

Sheila rubbed his back.   "You were such a good patient tonight, Devin!" 
she said smiling.  "A real trooper...... and I'm giving you a lollipop.   You 
deserve it....... Kimmie, do you think you can help him get his feet moving 
now?    Try it, Devin, just put one foot in front of the other..... That's it, 
good...... Listen, Devin, after you get yourself accustomed to life without 
testicles, you may want to talk to a friend of mine who's a plastic surgeon.   
She could finish the job......cut off the rest of your penis and give you a 
very realistic looking vagina.   And then you could get breast implants and 
estrogen injections and finally start living life as the pretty little girl you 
were always meant to be."

The last lights were switched off and I held Devin's arm as the four of us 
slowly exited the doctor’s office.   The elevator ride down seemed deathly 
quiet.   So to break the silence, Patti pretended to be a sports announcer 
putting an imaginary microphone under Devin's nose.

"HEY DEVIN!!" she called out.   "YOU'VE JUST HAD YOUR BALLS 
CUT OFF!.... WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO NOW?!"    Supplying 
her own answer, she raised her fists and yelled, "I'M GOING TO DIZZY 
WORLD!!!!"

"Oh, shut up, Patti," I commented.   "And what the hell is Dizzy World?"

Not much else was said on the way back to my apartment.   Devin sat next 
to me in the back seat huddled up in the fetal position against the car door.   
His breathing was still somewhat sporadic with a lot of sniffing.   I held 
the 'trophy jar' in my lap but no one asked to look at it.

Devin moved zombie-like as I unlocked the door and we stepped back into 
my living room.  "Hey, Patti,"  I said,  "Why don't you grab the pizza out 
of the frig now and toss it in the microwave....... I think this would be a 
good time for snacks, while we watch our video tape."

My two friends both nodded and Sheila added,  "Sounds like a great idea."

I then turned around and handed the trophy jar to Devin.   I made sure he 
had a good grip on it before I let go.   "Hey Devin, " I said,  "You're taller 
than me...... Be a dear and put your balls up on the top shelf of my 
bookcase, would you please?...... Just slide them between the ceramic 
elephant and the picture of my Aunt Betsy, okay?"

Devoid of emotion, he surprisingly complied with my request without 
comment...... and then seated himself on the couch, head down, hands in 
lap.   I removed the tape from the camcorder and inserted it in my VCR.   
We had all practically forgotten how the evening began.

"My gosh, look at that," Patti exclaimed.  "Devin wearing men's clothes?"


"Yeah," Sheila agreed.   "He looks so goofy looking in pants and short 
hair.   At least now, he can see the difference....... Awww, isn't that cute?   
Kimmie's spanking the naughty boy and he doesn't even see us standing 
behind the couch...... Uh oh, watch out for that big paddle now...... 
Ohhhhhhhh!..... Wow, that must really smart, huh, Devin?"

Seated next to him, I patted him on his bare thigh and pushed up his chin.   
"Come on, Devin.   We're doing this for YOU.    Want some pizza?    No?    Well 
then watch the tape.   This is hilarious!   Look  how cute you are with 
your little hard on poking through the hole I cut in your underpants.   And 
look how silly your penis looks with a smiley face painted on."

Patti giggled, "Yeah, and waddling with his pants around his ankles, he 
looks like a little kid who didn't make it to the bathroom on 
time...................Oh, here's a good part......Kimmie the 
aggressor...Yeah!...ripping open his shirt, bending him backwards over the 
chair...... All right!...pressing a knee up into his crotch, squeezing his 
nipple, kissing him wildly..... This is so great!...I'll bet a lot of guys secretly 
wish their girlfriends would act like this."

"Well, Devin certainly likes it rough," I replied.   "Except sometimes he 
says some bad potty-words.   That's why we had to take him to the potty 
and put soap in his mouth.

"How could you stand eating that stuff, Devin?" Patti asked.  "I think I 
would barf on it."

"Well he was a little more polite after that, Patti."

"Hey, here we go," Sheila pointed.   "It's torture time for the naughty 
male.   This was my favorite sorority game, throwing ping pong balls at 
the freshman boys...... Oops, look out for that last one, 
Devin......OOOOOOOHHHH!!!!...... right smack in the balls.... Wow, that 
must have hurt...... You know, Devin, that was the only one that was 
loaded with bee bees, and you couldn't turn fast enough......but at least 
you don't have to worry about hurting your balls anymore."

"Unless he drops the jar," Patti grinned.

I put my arm around Devin's right shoulder as I munched on my pizza.   
"Devin, I hope you can appreciate how much effort it took for us to set up 
this rope and pulley system.   It took a lot of advance planning....... Oh, 
here's a good part...... tickle, tickle...... Boy, you were a real wiggle worm, 
weren't you?   This is so hysterical, Devin...... Look how your hard on 
jumps up and down when  you kick your feet!   Were you just playing 
along or are you really that ticklish?"  

I then lowered my hand a few inches and poked my finger in his right 
armpit.

"Hee hee, STOP IT, Kimmie," he growled at me.

"Okay, it's no big deal, Devin," I replied.   "I don't know why you have to 
be so moody tonight."

"Bird attack!!!" yelled Sheila.   "This can be nasty.   I used to play this 
when I was a kid.  I was the best pincher in the third grade.  Boys would 
be terrified of me."

"And still are," Patti remarked.

"Shut up, Patti."

It's even worse playing it naked," I commented.   "Ooo, look at all those 
hickeys Devin is getting on his butt.   Hmmm..... This is interesting.  It 
sounds like he's yelling 'ow' in several different languages."

"I like this part," said Patti, viewing the dining room scene.   "Devin, I 
can't help it, but you just really cracked me up when you said 'Well I don't 
haaaaaaavvve a pussy'.    Of course now you know better 'cause we 
proved you wrong.   Although I have to admit, Kimmie, that I wasn't sure 
this could be done...... you know, sticking a corn on the cob up a guys ass.   
That must be really tight, isn't it?"

"Well," I replied, "We made it fit."

"This next game was excellent," Sheila commented.   "Name the worst 
thing you can do to a penis."

"Oh right, Sheila," I answered.   "We know how much you love 
torture...... We've seen you operate....... But here, Devin, look at this part 
when you blindfolded and getting an erection when I massaged your body.   
This is so funny.   You thought if your cock got too long it would get 
snapped off by the mouse trap which wasn't even there."

"Come on, Kimmie.   Turn up the volume so we can hear him scream.  
This is good."

Sheila grabbed the TV clicker so none of us would miss any of Devin's  
blood curdling screams, especially when I put the phony bees of his cock.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!"

"Wow, can you do a live one for us, Devin?"

"Oh, stop it, Sheila," I snapped back.   "The poor guy's been trough so 
much trauma..... especially when he was little.   Don't you remember 
here...... all the nasty things that his mean old sister did to him?"

"I enjoyed hearing about your childhood memories, Devin," said Patti.   
"At least we found out why you're so ashamed of your penis.    People 
who had vaginas always controlled you.    And you came to realize where 
the real power was.    But it's different now, Devin. You no longer need to 
fear pussies...... You can become one.   You're so close already."

"Look how he changes here.   I definitely liked you better after you were 
shaved," I told Devin.   "You just seemed much less threatening.   How 
was it for you?    I mean, did you feel like a little boy when you got up and 
had no hair around your cock?......   Devin, you've been awfully quiet since 
we got back to the apartment.   This isn't like you.   Is there something 
bothering you?"

Sheila pointed out, "No, THIS is where he became less threatening...... 
after we put on his obedience collar.   All males should have one.   The 
world would be a better place..... Although I still can't understand how you 
could mistake muscle rub for aftershave lotion, Kimmie.   I'll bet you did it 
on purpose just to be mean."

"Oh look who's talking, Sheila," I snapped back.  "Miss 'Torture USA 
herself."

"Can't you guys just enjoy the movie?" Patti asked.   "I love this part 
where he's doing naked jumping jacks.   Guys always make lewd remarks 
about women's boobs when we go jogging.   Well it's a whole lot funnier 
seeing men bounce around."

"Wait, turn up the volume again," Sheila said, grabbing the clicker.   "This 
is where I paddle Devin."

"Did you paddle him on purpose?" I asked her.   "Or was it just an 
accident?"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"OW OW OWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!"

"Aw, isn't that sweet?" said Patti.   "He finally admits to being a sissy.   
That was very big of you, Devin.   I admire your honesty."

"This is my favorite image I have of you, Devin," I remarked.  "Sucking 
your thumb and playing with your pee pee."

"Males never really mature," Sheila commented.   "That's why it's so easy 
for them to revert to their natural state as big babies."

"But Devin made such a CUTE baby," I replied.   "It was so enjoyable 
cuddling him, and diapering him..... and feeding him his bottle."

"And jacking him off?" said Sheila.   "You enjoyed that too, Kimmie...... 
Admit it."

"Well," I replied, "I always wanted to be a teacher....... except it was hard 
teaching him to eat his carrots.    But I'm sure there are better ways of 
teaching him than smacking his head, Sheila."

"Those weren't carrots," said Patti.  "They were spermed carrots.   That 
has to be the all time most awfullest thing to eat.    Devin's probably eaten 
enough sperm tonight to get pregnant."

"Heh heh..... yeah," Sheila chuckled.  "Especially since he's wearing a 
dress."

-----(((RINGGGGGGGGG)))-----

"That better not be your mother calling," I told Sheila.  "Can you put the 
tape on pause while I answer it, please...... Hello?......Oh, hi Roger.  
Listen, I'm really sorry about what happened tonight and ...... What?....... 
You want to apologize?...... Really?....... Well that's very nice of you....... 
Yes, Daphney is still here, but remember she has laryngitis and can't 
talk....... Oh really?....... Yes, sure, I'll tell her...... Oh I'm sure she'd love 
to...... Well that's very sweet of you Roger...... Okay...... 
Okay......Great......Bye Roger."

"What the hell was that all about?" Sheila asked.

"Run the tape while I talk.   This is just the part where we give Devin his 
makeover.   Anyway, Roger said he was sorry for being so rude to 
Daphney and that he wanted to make it up to her by taking her out to 
dinner."

"Well, I think that's wonderful," said Patti.  "Devin, you should go for it.   
You and Roger make a very charming couple."

"Yeah," Sheila snickered, "And if you play your cards right, you might 
even get laid."

"Patti then warned, "But don't lead him on for the whole time and then 
have to blurt out 'but I don't haaaaaaaaaaaaaaavve a pussy'."

Back on the tape we heard another 'OWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!'

"So who wants to vote?" Sheila asked.   "Did he make his loudest noise 
when he was paddled, castrated, or getting his ears pierced?"

"None of those," I answered.   "I still think it was when I put the bees on 
his cock."

"Awwwwww," Sheila moaned, "Here comes our little princess now.......all 
ready for her royal fucking."

"Patti, I still can't get over what a terrific job you did on him.   I figured 
we'd just end up with a homely guy in a wig.    But look at him...... Most 
women would kill to look that good."

"Kimmie, all I did was take the advice from an auto mechanic...... Only use 
quality parts."

"Yeah," Sheila added, "especially when you buy a rubber cock.    That's 
it...... bend over and spread your legs, tough guy.    This had to be the 
highlight of the evening...... the great grand macho stud himself.....being 
reamed out by a girl.   This should be saved and published as a training 
manual to show what happens to males who get out of line."

"Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie!" the tape blared.

Sheila grabbed the clicker again.   "Oooo..... let's rewind and see that part 
again....."

"Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie!   (((zeeep)))   Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie!   
(((zeeep)))
"Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie!   (((zeeep)))   Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie!   
(((zeeep)))
"Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie!   (((zeeep)))   Fuck me HARDER, Kimmie!   
(((zeeep)))

"ALL RIGHT!!!   STOP IT ALREADY!!!" Devin screamed 
unexpectedly.

"Hey, Devin's still alive," I said.

Patti concurred.  "I think you woke him up, Sheila."

"Good," Sheila answered,  "Now he can watch how much he cried after 
losing his virginity.  Oh, boo hoo......forever robbed of innocence...... Oh 
and wait, this part coming up is just as good..... He's going to blow the 
pizza boy...... How could you stoop so low, Devin?"

"Cause I told him to," I laughed.   "You really did deserve this, Devin...... 
after you let him grope all over me.   I had no sympathy for you here."

"Look at his awful frown," said Patti.   "You really didn't enjoy sucking on 
that boy's penis, did you, Devin?"

"But the kid with the pimples seemed to like it," Sheila replied.   
"especially when he shot his load....... wohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh....... a couple 
of quarts at least.    Tastes good, huh, Devin? .... Hey is that the end of the 
tape already?   Let's rewind and play it again."

"No, no...... not tonight," I said.   "It's really late.   I'm tired....... I think it's 
time I escorted my date back to his door."

"I'll go myself," Devin murmured.

"You will not," I answered abruptly.   "A pretty girl in a short skirt?.... 
Alone, on a dark night?....  Easy prey for a rapist, don't you think?..... No, 
we'll be more than happy to escort you back.   Patti, can you pack up his 
camera gear, please?   Just be sure to leave the tape here....... Oh, and 
Sheila, I almost forgot...... Can you bring his clothes, please?   He's got his 
keys and wallet in his pants." 

The four of us went outside and I took Devin's hand.   We strolled 
leisurely to the other end of the building where we took out his keys and 
unlocked his entry.   

I turned to my two girlfriends, "Umm.....Could you guys just give me and 
Devin a minute in private, please?"   They obliged, stepping back into the 
hall.   Then I stepped into Devin's doorway and looked up at him.

"Devin..... uhhh...... I hope you don't feel that I was too rough on you this 
evening.   I mean, you can certainly come and visit your balls whenever 
you want to...... Look, this may even turn out to be a blessing in disguise.   
There's still hope for you Devin.    I really believe that.   You can change 
for the better.   I think with some real effort, you could still turn out to be 
a good person."

He still stared at me with almost no emotion.

"Hey, Devin,"  I said,  "I'm usually not seen kissing a pretty woman on the 
lips but...... I kind of think your special."    Then I planted him with a 
quick smooch.

Patti and Sheila both stepped forward and waved.   "Good night, Devin," 
they said politely.

"Now go right to bed," I told him.   "It's really late."

As Devin turned his back, I lifted up the back of his skirt, and applied my 
right hand swiftly to the right side of his buttocks.

"OWWWWWW!!!!!!!!"

......And the three of us ran off, giggling into the night.


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EPILOGUE
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I got up the following morning and was in the middle of making my 
breakfast, when I heard a knock at my door.    I was a bit surprised when I 
saw who was there.

"Well, you're certainly up early this morning," I commented.   "To be 
honest, I wasn't expecting to see you back here so soon."

"Neither was I....... but I thought it would be best if I returned these things 
to you and Patti.   I mean, they really don't belong to me, and I know she 
said that the hairpiece was very expensive."

I swung open the door.   "Why don't you come in."

"Hmm.... Are you serious?" he asked.    "Does this mean you have Sheila 
and Patti hiding behind the couch with assault rifles?"

"No......Come on in...... I'm just being brave I suppose."

"Well, I think that everything's here...... the wig,  the dress...... bra, 
panties, shoes..... even the earrings.."

"Wait a minute, Devin........ You mean you've decided you really don't 
want to be a girl anymore...... not at all?"

He then looked at me with soulful eyes.   "Look, Kimmie....... The real 
reason I came over so early today was because I just wanted to say......"    
Then he sighed deeply and concluded with the word.........."Thanks."

"Thanks?" I repeated in jest.   "After all I did to you yesterday?   You've 
got to be kidding.  Thanks for what?"

He grinned at me sheepishly and said, "I think you know 'for what'.    
Thanks for not cutting my balls off....... I really thought my life was over, 
but when I took off the bandages this morning, I just went into a state of 
shock...... They were still hanging there..... both of 'em...... I couldn't 
believe it...... I opened the door and ran out into the courtyard in my 
underwear screaming, "I'VE GOT BALLS!!!!     I'VE GOT BALLS!!!!"

"Well isn't that a novel way of waking the neighbors?   Hmmm.... That 
must be why I saw a police car was driving around here this morning."

"I had to go jack off just to be sure they were really mine."

"No, Devin..... I think they were Patti's."

"But why did you spare me, Kimmie?   I was such a jerk to you."

"You went WAY beyond 'jerk', Devin."

"Uhhh... yeah, I know...... So you had me on the table..... You had a 
motive and you could've done it..... You could've cut me down for real...... 
But you didn't..... Why?"

"I know where you're leading, Devin, and you're right.   It was probably a 
big mistake on my part to let you go.   I thought that 99 percent of you 
was selfish and self serving.    But I thought that maybe just one little spec 
of you wasn't so bad...... And I wanted to give that part of you a second 
chance......I'll probably regret it later."

"No, Kimmie, it wasn't a mistake.   I'll change...... I promise.  You 
exorcized my demons.  I don’t hate women anymore."

"Yeah, right...... Well, time will tell."

"Okay, okay........ So what's the punch line, Kimmie?    If I still have 
balls......then what the hell is inside that jar on your bookcase?"

"Go see for yourself..... Damn, I'd really be on Aunt Betsy's shit list if she 
found your balls sitting next to her picture."

Devin picked up the jar and gazed at it's contents.   "Well, they do look 
like little round things."

"They're green olives, Devin..... in a glass of water......I don't know how 
many times I tried to show them to you yesterday and you didn't want to 
look.   I was figuring you'd see them at the operating table and we'd all 
just have a good laugh and go home.   But since you didn't, we just played 
along with it.   I'd be lying if I said it wasn't fun."

Then I took the jar from him and unscrewed the lid.   I tossed him one of 
the olives and kept one for myself.    "Help me, Devin," I said.

"What?"

"Swallow the evidence."

He smiled at me as he popped the olive into his mouth.   "Uhhh.....Could 
you do me just one more favor?" he asked.

"Such as.....?"

"Well...... Could you call back Sheila and Patti?"

"What for?  You want to thank them too?" I asked.

"Well...... Uhhhh...... I know this may sound like a dumb question..... but I 
was just wondering."

"Wondering what?"

"Well...... Could we possibly...... well, you know...... do this again next 
weekend?"

I folded my arms across my chest and replied, "Devin..................you are 
so weird."


                   [[[[[[[[[[[[     NOW IT'S THE END    ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]

                             (and they fucked happily ever after)