Chapter 2: The Triangle

“I pronounce you wife and husband,” smiled Bill Taylor, associate pastor of the Redeemer mega church. “You may kiss your husband.”

Jack Davis, had married the former Fay Adams. Jack was 32 and Fay was 18, just out of high school. Jack had a daughter, Megan. His first wife died giving birth to her.

As they kissed, Faye gently squeezed and pulled his right nipple, the congregation broke out in applause and cheering. Megan, who was the maid of honor, smiled at them.

Bill stepped back from the happy couple and gently rubbed his right ear. On his left ear was a blue clip with white stripes, his wife owned his sperm. His daughter, Martha, had castrated him last year in this church. The blue chip signified she castrated him and it itched sometimes. His castration was televised to other congregations across the country. He was pastor of all people and allowing his daughter to take his testicles showed other males they had nothing to fear. Martha proudly wore his testicles around her neck. His wife Shirley was pastor of the church now and she was pregnant from his sperm that had been preserved, they were going to have a boy.

Bill smiled at the happy couple. Jack was naked and Faye was wearing a white low cut one piece wedding dress that came to her knees. She was wearing pink six inch stiletto’s. Megan was wearing the same type dress as her new mom along with black four inch teen friendly stiletto’s. She was beaming at the happy couple.

Jack was embarrassed as he walked down the aisle earlier. He was nervous, not of marrying Faye, but what would come after their wedding vows.

Jack and Faye had met at a Christian singles retreat for intact males last year. The retreat was a chance for single females over the age of 14 to meet eligible males over the age of 18 who still had their testicles. The males were required to go bottomless so the females could see what they were getting. Jack had drawn two happy faces on his testicles. Faye instantly took a liking to him. Jack was 6’3’’, with six pack abs, muscular thighs and arms, not to mention his first wife had left a sizable estate.

Jack and his first wife, Maggie, never got around to signing a contract giving her rights to his testicles and sperm. The idea was that after Megan was born, they would sign the contract, but Maggie died of complications.

Maggie was an investment banker and made a pot full of money, 100 million dollars worth. That was money Jack couldn’t touch, even after her death. The only way he could get at the money was to sign a contract giving his testicles away.

The estate court assigned Maggie’s sister, Betty, who was 10, as conservator for Megan until Megan turned six. Aunt Betty, as it were, moved in with Jack and Megan. As conservator, Betty would make decisions for the household until Megan came of age at six years-old.

After kissing Jack, Faye turned and leaned down a little and kissed Megan on the cheek. The girl beamed with pride at her new mother. Megan and Faye hit it off instantly. Being close in age, they would giggle and laugh like they were sisters.

Megan confided in Faye that from the age of 6 she had pestered her father about signing his testicles over to her. She had learned in family studies at the private school she attended, that a father or brother, or any male over the age of 18, could sign a contract that would give the female rights to his testicles and sperm. She wanted to own his testicles. She didn’t care what happened to his sperm.

Faye confided in Megan that she wanted his sperm, she saw the value of being pregnant with boys. She wanted lots of boys so that she could own their sperm and she would sign over their testicles to their big sister Megan. One day Faye and Megan made a deal over Jack. Faye would own his sperm and Megan could own his testicles, the problem was how to get Jack to agree.

Several months before the wedding, Faye and Megan tried to convince Jack to go to the milking location to preserve his sperm and sign a contract giving his testicles to Megan.

Jack of course said no. He saw no need to loose his manhood. There was 100 million in Maggie’s estate and he wanted all of it.

Under P.L. 2304 1-1 The Taking Law, males who weren’t castrated after the age of 18 lost their rights, they couldn’t go to college, they couldn’t vote, own a business, have a bank account in their name, in other words, they could only work low wage jobs. Jack dug ditches for a living. The good news was that after they were castrated, they got their rights returned to them.

Jack was happy during their courtship, he and Faye had lots of natural sex and Megan was doing excellent in school. On weekends, Faye and Megan would go off shopping while Jack stayed home. But there were times that Megan bugged him about his testicles that pissed Jack off.

They had gone to a family get-together on Maggie’s side of the family. Jack introduced Faye to the family. They greeted her warmly. During the party Megan kept asking her father if she could see his testicles. If he was talking to an aunt or uncle, she would come up to him and pat his crotch asking to see his testicles. In the background Faye would giggle as she watched the girl pester her father.

“That wasn’t very nice what you did Meg,” Jack said from the back seat of the car.

Faye was driving, she looked over at Megan in the passenger seat, they both giggled.

“Did you put her up to that?” Jack asked looking at Faye.

“It was my idea father,” Megan replied. “And besides, there is no law against asking you for your testicles, whenever and wherever I want.”

Faye and Megan smiled at each other.

Most of the males at the party were castrated. Their wife, daughters or sisters proudly wearing the testicles. Some had the testicles embedded in necklaces, two had matching rings, and others were wearing the testicles as earrings.

Betty, who was 24 now, was leading one of her younger brothers, Casey, 15, around by a scrotum leash. Betty’s mother, Fern, sister to Maggie, had gifted Betty his testicles and sperm. There were plenty of boys to go around in the extended family, as Fern, 40-years-old, was continuously pregnant.

Megan explained to her aunts and grandmother that she wanted to own her father’s testicles but that he was being stingy in keeping them to himself. Jack of course was totally embarrassed.

“That wasn’t very nice, Meg. Today was supposed to be a celebration of me and Faye meeting Maggie’s side of the family.”

“But I feel left out father,” Megan replied looking out the car window. “Some of my cousins were playing marbles with the testicles they owned.”

Testicles had replaced the glass marble. It was a status symbol for girls to play marble type games with the testicles they had taken from their father or brother.

“She feels left out Jack,” Faye added. She thought back to when she was six, her father signed a contract for her mother to own his sperm and testicles. Her mother castrated her father on their tenth wedding anniversary in front of family and friends.

Faye felt left out of the celebration, her friends would play with the testicles they had taken from their father or brother or if they had signed ownership contracts with their father or brother for their testicles, her friends would showoff the testicles.

“My little guys belong to me and I’m not giving up ownership of them, nor my sperm for that matter.” He paused looking out the car window. “I know I can get you pregnant the old fashion way. I did once before.”

The old fashion way was straight up fucking, inserting cock into cunt and pumping away. Faye didn’t want to have baby the old fashion way. She wanted to determine the sex of the baby, a girl or two, but mostly boys. She told herself to keep her eye on the prize, owning his sperm.

Megan tried to lay a guilt trip on her father. “Did you see how many cousins had their father’s and brother’s on a leash?”

“Not to mention the mothers who had their sons and husbands on a leash,” added Faye.

“So?”

“Belinda had her pet Dane, Brutus, on a leash, and her father, Zach, on a scrotum leash,” Megan said. “He told me that Belinda was working with a vet to train Brutus to castrate him. I asked him how that would happen. He said that once the castrator was fitted around the top of his scrotum, Brutus would take the handle in his jaws and squeeze the blades shut.”

“Jesus!” Faye replied. “That’s fucking sexy.”

“Belinda had that smug smile of hers as her father told me that. God I hate her so much!”

Faye looked in the rear view mirror. Jack was looking out the window.

“What I want more than anything in the world father, is your testicles in my hand.”

“Not going to happen sweetheart,” Jack replied still looking out the window.

A favorite joke among females was, ‘What’s the difference between a human male and a dog? One has testicles.’

It was a status symbol with women and girls to leash their uncastrated male. At party’s and get-together’s, fathers and sons who had signed a contract giving ownership of their testicles to their daughter or sister, would be led around by a scrotum leash, a string leash tied to the top of the scrotum and threaded through his underwear and pants zipper. The string was attached to a decorative leash that the girl held. Mother’s did the same to their sons. The male was compelled to follow the female wherever she went. Sometimes, the leash would be secured to the collar of the family’s male dog and so the husband, father, brother, or son, had to follow the dog wherever it went.

Faye continued. “She’s at the age where she’ll be left out of her social group, Jack.” She looked in the rear view again. Jack was deep in thought. “Girls her age and younger are more responsible these days, what with the post castration and control classes they teach in school.”

Schools taught girls from first grade to senior year about the importance of treating their father, brother, and other males with respect. How to make decisions regarding their health, welfare, education, testicles, and sperm. It was a difficult enough decision for the male to be castrated or even sign over their testicles and sperm, but to be humiliated by their daughter, sister or mother was too much for some, and so schools taught girls to be humane in their treatment of their male family members.

“Father, you know I would treat you with respect and would do nothing to harm your dignity.”

Faye smiled. The girl was good. “That goes for me too, Jack. I want your sperm so I can properly become pregnant.”

“I’m not some livestock to be castrated, tagged, and inventoried.”

That was true. One by-product was that the male had to be tagged and tracked. Health departments would conduct ‘cattle calls’ once a year where castrated males were required to present themselves for inventory.

“You’ll be showing your support for the government,” Megan replied.

“I said no, and that’s the end of it.”

That evening in the master bedroom, Faye sat on the edge of the bed, nude, looking at her husband. He was standing in front of her nude. His muscles rippled as he flexed his arms and abs. He did knew how to use his cock to get to those hard to reach places.

“Here’s my hard body for you honey,” Jack smiled as his cock swung back and forth.

Faye giggled to herself. ‘hard indeed,’ she thought. She reached out and took hold of his cock. “Has Megan seen you naked?”

“Why do you keep asking? You know the answer to that.”

The answer was no, but Faye would ask every now and then. Castration required the husband, father, son, or brother to be totally nude. They had to overcome the embarrassment of standing in front of their mother, daughter or sister, being judged as it were.

She would have to find a way to convince Jack to sign over his sperm to her and give his testicles to his daughter. ‘Maggie did have an attorney,’ thought Faye. ‘Maybe I could have him convince Jack to sign over his testicles and sperm.’

A week later Faye had an appointment with Maggie’s attorney, Linda Johnson at Jacob, Johnson, and Felton law firm.

Faye sat across from Mr. Johnson, a paralegal and husband of Linda. He had a blue clip on his right ear. On his left ear, a blue clip with white stripes. Linda thought it would be best that Faye to talk to her husband about the issue with Jack.

Behind him on the credenza was a picture of him and a girl holding a leash. Both were smiling. The girl was wearing a pink sundress with black shoes and Mr. Johnson was nude, his appendage was stiff and what looked like a ring around it, standing to her right. It was well known that a male could get stiff even after his castration and using a ring kept it nice and stiff. To the left of the girl on a leash was a Great Dane.

“Can I ask about the picture behind you?”

Mr. Johnson in his late thirties, smiled and leaned back in his chair.

He wore a leather collar around his neck. It had several metal loops in which to attach things and dangling down from the middle was a metal tag, but Faye couldn’t make out what it said.

“Yes, it’s cute isn’t it?”

Faye nodded.

“That’s my daughter Stacy she took my testicles.”

“How did she come to own your testicles?”

“Well, Linda and I signed a contract for my testicles and sperm on our wedding day. Three years ago she became pregnant with twin boys. In an effort not to be selfish, she assigned the contract to Stacy, minus the sperm of course, so that our daughter had something of value.”

“Where did she...?”

“It was at our company Christmas party two years ago.”