Castration As A Surprise Christmas Present
by Martin OOOO@hotmial.com (four letters oh, not four numbers 0)
My Wife takes me to see a girl castrate a man in the wrestling arena: then home for more!

My wife, Janet, had taken me and her two girl cousins, Jennifer
and Sarah, to the GlobalTV match as a surprise Christmas present and I,
like everyone else, was completely unaware of the surprise event in the
boxing/ wrestling ring.

The man was a tall and tough looking brute with broad shoulders, narrow
hips, a barrel chest and rippling muscles. He wore shiny little black satin 
briefs with an enormous bulge in them that hardly contained the huge package
between his legs. He posed, flexing his muscles for the cameras.
The girl was extremely pretty and very skinny with blue eyes and
two large thick blonde plaits that swished around in an alluring, sexy 
manner
as she moved. She wore a tiny black shiny "metallic look" top and matching
micro-miniskirt that hardly covered her hips and revealed her tantalising 
tight,
shiny, soft white satin panties for everyone to see. Her thighs were thin 
and
lily white with little seductive bulges in the inside, just below the 
crotch. She looked so enchanting but delicate and vulnerable compared with 
the man that
I couldn't believe that she would last a second before being beaten to a 
pulp
by the brute. I was acutely embarrassed at even the perverted thought that
the girl might put up a fight, so I wiped it guiltily from my mind.
The young girl referee announced that it would be a bare-knuckle fight with 
no
holds barred except that gouging the eyes was not allowed. Two falls, two
submissions or a knock out. The audience of schoolgirls cheered and
shouted, "Make him wank!" - obviously supporting the hopeless girl.
As they bell went and the two fighters came out of their corners to face one
another one could see that the man walked with a kind a swagger: it was both
arrogant machismo and the obviously uncomfortable tightness of his briefs on
his crotch. He clearly lusted after the girl, licking his lips as his 
engorged
manhood pushed the elastic of his briefs away from his belly making it even
harder for him to walk or concentrate on the job in hand. He sneered at her
laughing derisively as he announced loudly for the benefit of the cameras, "
I'm going to smash your scrawny little body and then impale you on my tool
and fuck you - fill you up with my spunk until you burst, little girl." She 
just
eyed his bulge and simpered, licking her lips and looking every bit the 
'sillly
giggly, vulnerable, weak, timid, cute innocent little girlie' and no one 
could
avoid being very afraid for her. I though about her pathetic little cries as 
this strong man raped her and felt my penis and balls becoming uncomfortably
heavy, with a little tingle in the head of my dick.

As they came together the man reached out and ripped off the girl's top,
turning to the crowd as he threw the ripped fabric into the audience. At 
first
the girl shyly covered her breast with her hands, but then she looked
determined and allowed her little breasts to swing freely.
The man reached out and grabbed the girl's tits with both hands and
squeezed them: the girl squealed with pain but then brought both arms up
between his, brushing his aside: She grasped his shoulders with both hands,
stepped forward, and brought her knee smashing up into his unprotected
crotch. I could hear the horrible slap as the girl's knee battered the man's
testicles and then a loud "Oooof!" as a look of utter surprise crossed his 
face.
and he slid slowly to his knees in front of the girl, his face in her 
panties. We all watched in complete astonishment as the man fell onto his 
back and
screamed as he clutched his ruined manhood in a futile attempt to alleviate
the crippling pain that immobilised, indeed paralysed him in both body and
spirit. He writhed on the canvas moaning and pleading "Help me, oh help me
- she's kneed me in the bollocks!" The girl just stood there laughing and
pointing his plight out to the cameras. Then, pulling his hands off his 
balls for a moment, she took off his pants and held them over her head in 
triumph, one
foot on his chest. The girls in the crowd went wild with excitement shouting
"Girl Power!" and "Female wins, female wins!" over and over again. The girl
twisted his right foot (on her left) outwards, placing her bare right foot 
ready to stamp on the helpless man's balls if he did not submit and he 
sobbed
"Submit" before crawling on his hands and knees, naked, crying and 
snivelling
in ignominy to his corner. One could see that even his useless flaccid 
member
was huge and dangling, and his bollocks hung low like two massive billiard
balls in a sack too small for them. The referee girl massaged him quickly 
and
expertly as he moaned and writhed in pain and then, when she thought him
ready, she announced "In round one, one submission to the female. Round
two." I was too shocked and ashamed to allow my embarrassment to show
the awful beating our collective male pride had taken.

When the bell went the man came out warily and one could see the naked
fear on his face. He was not just naked but exposed, waddling even more
uncomfortably. The girl laughed at him contemptuously, first staring and 
then
pointing at the man's ridiculously vulnerable tackle and smacking her lips,
rubbing one finger in the shiny pussy-crease of her pants: the shameless
temptress! The man was smitten, bedazzled by her female sexuality and I felt
my face go hot with shame for the poor man as his male urges betrayed him
and his penis grew longer, dangled more, and then reared up in a massive
erection. The shame belonged to every man! One could see why he was
uncomfortable as his ponderous penis and balls got in his way so much. The
girl danced gracefully around him, little titties dancing too, and her 
plaits
swishing around her making her look like an entrancing elf-angel. Suddenly 
in
a blur of movement the man was on his back and the girl was sitting on his
chest, pinning his arms to the canvas with her knees. The girl reached back,
brushing her hand past his straining penis, and captured his male weakness,
his huge bollocks, in her dainty little hand. He screamed as she tightened 
her
grip. "I submit", he shrieked again, but she tightened her grip until he
blubbered "Mercy, girl, please don't hurt me any more". She lowered her soft
shiny white silky panty-crotch in front of his red face and told him "Kiss 
my
panties first". "No way", he replied. "Why not, I have beaten you haven't 
I?"
"Yes, he whimpered, "but that is just too awfully humiliating". At that 
point she squeezed even harder and he squealed and squealed and then blurted 
out,
"Yes, panteeees". "Not until you plead to kiss my girly panties" she 
shouted,
not releasing her crushing grip at all. He shrieked, "Please, please let me 
kiss
your girly panties." She released her grip a little and lowered her 
intoxicating
panty-crotch onto his face: he kissed it enthusiastically. I felt so ashamed 
to
see a big strong male with his male urges on display, defeated, humiliated
and broken by a slight girl that I blushed and my face felt hot - I
couldn't look my wife or the girls in the eye as they cheered and clapped 
the
girl. By now I had an erection that was difficult to hide from Janet and she
noticed it, and to my utter horror, pointed it out to Jennifer and Sarah.
The sexy girl seemed to enjoy the man kissing and then licking her panty-
crotch as she wriggled and giggled like a young girl at a party and waved at
the cameras. Then she released his balls from her grip, stood up, took off 
her
panties, and lowered herself back on to the man's face. He just lay there
utterly helpless in his defeat: his male ego destroyed and the fight gone 
out of
him - but his penis bobbed and strained for release of his male frustration 
as
he kissed and licked and sucked and the girl became very excited, rubbing
her nipples and squirming on his face. After a good five minutes of that she
grabbed his ears and pulled his face up into her crotch, crushing his head
between her thighs, then squeaked like an uninhibited little girl-piggie as 
she
fucked his face to her completion, her face contorted in the rictus of 
orgasm,
then relaxed and sighed happily. By now I was shaking with sexual
excitement and Janet and the girls enjoyed watching me squirm.

The girl put her panties back on and then, with the girl referee, helped the
man to his feet as his swayed groggily with a glazed look in his eyes. The
referee announced, "Two submissions to the female: the female wins: Girl
Power Rules!" Then they tied him up in the ropes in his corner with his huge
penis bobbing hungrily towards the girls and his huge vulnerable bullocks, 
fat
and heavy, like two juicy fruit for the plucking, dangling between his legs. 
The
girl took a little knife from the referee and held it against the man's 
scrotum,
ready to cut the heavy bollocks free from his body and announced: "Female
victory: I claim my trophies!" The man shrieked, "No, please, not my
manhood!" By now the girls in the crowd were chanting "Make him wank,
make him wank, make him wank." The man looked in horror at the look of
smug triumph in the girl's face and started thrust his hips forward 
rhythmically, each time the tip of his penis touching the girl's panties 
that had teased and stupefied him so much: and he moaned, deep masculine 
moans as he started to masturbate himself pleading "Oh god, girl, yes: 
finish me off: please
castrate me!!!" The crowd went wild, shouting "Cut them off, Off, off, off."
Suddenly the man went into a convulsion, prick straining towards the
irresistible overwhelming femaleness that had conquered and defeated his
maleness: his back arched and he tottered on the brink: his need was urgent,
but his gut-churning fear held him back. His face showed his struggle to 
keep
the last dregs of his dignity and then his surrender to her: He shouted 
"Now!"
as the first gout of hot frustrated semen exploded out of him and hit the 
girl's
panties right in the crotch; then the next spasm shot globules all over her 
tits, belly and skirt and he emptied his thwarted masculine seed in pulse 
after
pulse of shameful but wonderfully satisfying male tribute over his pretty 
little
conqueress. The girl put the knife down so that she could enjoy rubbing his
spunk into her tits and belly with one hand while holding the heavy trophies 
in
the other. Then she positioned the blade carefully - ready for the gelding. 
He
shrieked and shrieked and shrieked, but the girl had no pity. She pulled 
man's
testicles down until the scrotum was exposed and then with a little cry of
jubilation she sliced them off, emasculating him with one delicious blow. 
His
piteous screams echoed around the arena. Oh how the thrill, the fabulous 
joy,
the ecstasy of female victory showed on her pretty face! The girl held the
bloody remains of his manhood over her head in the ancient sign of the 
victor
over the loser, grinning and shouting, "Female defeats male and takes her
prizes! Girl Power Rules" while great globs of his tribute slid down her 
chest,
belly, skirt, panties and legs.

All of the men in the crowd looked on in horror as their greatest fear - and 
yet
their most exhilarating secret desire, the ultimate thrill - was played out 
on the public stage to their utter abject humiliation. I felt the most 
powerful frisson of pleasure and fear grip my mind and body and just wanted 
to ejaculate now: but Janet put her hand down my pants and gripped my 
bollocks until the need
subsided. I wanted desperately to save my male ego by shouting out that the
girl was unfeminine in some way: but I just couldn't claim that when the 
girls
had seen me have an erection for her: and I could hardly say that either 
when
the man had acknowledged her superior female power over him by
ejaculating over her panties! I felt a deeply painful, shameful thrill go 
through me as I admitted to myself the obvious: in combat female is superior 
- I could just never admit it to a female or my male ego would snap!

The conquering girl toured the stage jeering and crowing while holding up 
the
severed bollocks for the cameras and the audience to see - the very symbols
of the man's manhood and his defeat by a female. The referee girl gave the
man a shot of morphine in the leg and he soon dozed off in shock and drug-
induced sleep - a globule of spunk sliding slowly down one leg and a trickle 
of
blood running down the other, utter defeat and humiliation written on his 
face.
The journey home was a blur that I don't remember much except my acute,
red-faced squirming embarrassment as the girls discussed every humiliating
move in the fight. When we arrived I was in for another surprise. Janet
ordered me to lie naked on the floor while she dressed in a little outfit 
identical to that of the fighting girl. My penis disobeyed my desperate 
attempts to control it and reared like a startled snake. I pleaded with her 
not to let the girls see, but Jennifer and Sarah came into the room and both 
were wearing
similar outfits, vivacious and giggling as they teased me with their tight, 
shiny, wet-look panty-bulges and laughing and giggling at my awful shameful
erection. Oh the gut-wrenching visceral shame! Janet let Jennifer abuse me
first: she came down on my face and I could smell her hot sexual musk as I
kissed the hot soft shiny fabric tight over her pussy crease and licked 
along
the beautiful white flesh of her belly and in the creases between her panty 
and
her leg. She crushed my bollocks and I was soon licking her delightful hot 
little pussy in submission as she came in shrieks of delight. Sarah quickly 
had her cum-juices all over my face too, squealing and giggling with 
enjoyment and
smacking my painful balls. Then Janet, my own wife, humiliated me too,
shouting "Off with them" as she came on my face. They tied me to the bed,
tied up my balls, and threatened to castrate me for being unfaithful to my 
wife
even though they forced me to beg Janet for sex. When I saw the three girls
examining the knife I realised with a terrible shock what my surprise
Christmas presents to them were going to be! I started to pant and moan with
an overwhelming need for it to happen. In a sort of thrilling orgasmic 
terror, I
realised that, like all of the men who had seen the fight, I wanted nothing 
more
than the ultimate relief of having them ripped from me in a cataclysmic 
display
of female victory and strength, male weakness and defeat; Girl Power!