I was on the kitchen table, naked, on my knees with my chest and head laying on the table. My knees were spread wide. Near my head was my wife, Mindy. She was softly stroking my hair saying, “Just relax. You know it’s what’s good for you.”

“I know. I’m just scared a little.”

On the other end of the table, near my butt, was another female that I didn’t know, although she had surgical gloves on. I had the feeling that there were other women standing around, but I couldn’t see them.

She grabbed my balls and pulled hard, drawing them away from my body. It hurt, but not a lot. Then, looking behind me, I saw her feeding my balls, one at the time, through the stretched banding ring in her elastrator tool. Once they were both through the ring, she pulled my balls hard, again, and released the tool.

The band closed around my scrotum with a loud ‘snap’, as she worked the elastrator arms back and forth until it came out from under the band.

The pain was excruciating. If Mindy hadn’t clamped her hand over my mouth, I’m sure my screams would’ve woken the neighbors. My breathing became hard and I was crying.

I saw her come at my balls with the elastrator again, with another band stretched out. Again, my balls were pulled through the band and it was released. More pain and another scream from me. I thought I was going to pass out, but instead just broke down into loud sobbing. Mindy continued to stroke my hair and tell me it was going to be OK.

Looking between my legs, I saw a bottle of alcohol and gloved hands with cotton swabs in them. She swabbed my balls and tiny cock. The alcohol burned, but was also cool.

I felt a greased vibrator poking at my asshole. In it went and whoever was holding it began stoking me, in and out, rubbing my prostrate. It took only a couple of minutes until I ejaculated my complete load on the kitchen table. The woman behind me told Mindy that I had just given up the last of my live sperm cells.

The woman behind me told Mindy, “OK, he’s all done. The blood vessels and vas deferens are crushed. His balls are in the process of dying and, over the next two weeks, will shrink, dry up, and eventually fall off. Be sure you keep tight panties on him to keep his gonads from hanging.”

About ten days later, I was sitting on the toilet peeing (Mandy makes me pee sitting down), when my grape sized balls, the elastrator bands, and ball sack fell into the toilet. There was no blood, pain, or anything. My ball sack had sealed itself

(Three Months Earlier)

Mindy and I had gotten married when she was 18 and I was 35. Despite the age difference, we were tremendously happy, our sex life was great and we had the same interests. We had decided to put off having children for a while, but we wanted them eventually.

Then, three years later I was in a car accident. I took a serious hit that caused nerve damage to my groin area and was left impotent. Nothing would help, not medicine, not surgery, not anything.

Gradually, over the next year, the tension in our marriage became too much to ignore. She loved me; I had no doubt of that or my love for her. But, she was a healthy 22 year old woman with physical needs and the want to have children sometime in the future. Sex had been a big part of our marriage, we were good together and a day without sex was unusual.