Then without another word he laid the sharp steel right up against the skin at the top of my sac, just between the two rubber donuts that were squeezing the top of my scrotum closed. I tried to struggle one more time, pulling against the ropes with all of my strength, but the ropes were tight and the four goons were still pinning me to the table with their full body weight. I couldn’t move at all! Oh GOD, he was going to do it! I didn’t want to lose my balls!

He looked at me, and our eyes locked, and then as he stared into my soul said: “You made the bet kid. You knew your balls were on the line but you made the wager anyway. Well, you lost. Losing always hurts, but hopefully the half glass of booze you drank will help make it bearable.”

He grinned then, and I felt him pull outward on my scrotum a little harder, and then I could feel the sharpness of the blade resting against the bunched up skin at the top of my sac. He hesitated, and let the moment linger, between a debt owed, and a debt paid. Between me being a man, and being a sexless neutered nothing.

Then his eyes sparkled, and he winked at me, and as he did he started to saw the razor back and forth, very slowly. He clearly wanted to drag it out, to make me feel it for a while as he was castrating me. Or perhaps he just wanted to savor nutting me? What I know for sure is that I was screaming, but the socks that were stuffed in my mouth muffled it. He didn’t care about my struggles or screaming, and instead he just ignored me and worked his blade, and as he was doing that he was grinning the entire time. I stared into his face, and I noticed some of my semen that was drying in the corner of his mouth. He looked into my eyes then as he castrated me, and as he was making the cut he said: "Yeah...oh yeah Jared.....this is very hot. You've got a big sac boy....a lot bigger than the other boy's I've cut. I'll always prize having it and for sure I'll never forget you. Too bad for you that you dared to play cards with the big boys."

He then looked up at his friends who were holding me down hard against the poker table and grinned, and then he said "This is fun.....Jared sure doesn't like losing his balls, does he?"

The men watching were grinning too as I was being castrated, and one of them said: "Nope. He’s struggling with every muscle in his body, and I don’t think he’s enjoying this nearly as much as you are Henry. Well, you warned him. Wonder what his girl will say when she finds out? Do you think she will give him another hickey?"

They all burst out laughing at that thought. As he said that, Henry started pushing the straight razor in then with greater force, much deeper, and I grunted and screamed louder and tried to get free with every muscle in my body. But they were pressing me into the table, and the ropes were tight, and there was nothing I could do but just live through my castration. I threw my head back then and stared at the ceiling and my muscles tensed as he cut off my balls. I closed my eyes tight, and then suddenly I felt the blade cutting like nothing else on earth....it was a searing pain that ripped through my groin and for a second there was nothing else on earth but that blade and my balls. And then, suddenly, that all changed in an instant and after that the sharp pain disappeared and only a very severe ache remained. The pain reminded me of a baseball game when I was fifteen, where I got hit directly in the nuts by a line drive baseball. Back then I had doubled over and grabbed my balls while my classmates laughed, but this time I couldn’t do anything and even if I could have I no longer had balls to grab.

He had castrated me!

I opened my eyes and looked back at him then, and he held up my severed sac in front of my face and laughed, and as my eyes stared at what had been the essence of my manhood he said to me: "Well kid...it's a nice sac. Not sure it's worth twenty thousand, but I guess it will have to do and it will make a nice addition to the Club’s collection. I’ve nutted a lot of stupid guys your age, but your balls are huge, and are without any doubt the nicest set I’ve ever taken.”

God!

I felt so weak then, and I ceased all of my struggling at that point. The truth was that with my sac stolen there was really nothing left to struggle for. As I relaxed the men let go of me. One of them picked up a pint jar full of what smelled like formaldehyde, and he held it out to Henry, who dropped my entire sac of balls into it, the preserving fluid inside rising up almost to the very top. The man screwed on the lid and handed the jar with my scrotum in it to Henry. My shaved nuts floated there, still banded at the top, a big round bag of my manhood and as I watched it sank slowly to the bottom. In the curved glass of the jar it looked even bigger. I couldn't take my eyes off of it. Henry had MY balls; MY entire scrotum filled with MY testicles and now in a stupid jar. Henry had literally taken my manhood. I looked down between my legs and all that was left was a wilting cock hanging limp from a bald groin, and the feeling of emptiness really can't be described.


I lay there then, castrated, staring up at the light and still stretched out on the table with nothing but an empty feeling where my balls had been. I was as limp as a rag doll.

Henry said to one of his friends: “OK, give me the super glue.”

One of the guys handed him a tiny tube, and then he leaned forward and put a few spots from it on the spot where my balls had been. As he was doing that he said to me: “This is some sterile super glue. It will keep the cut closed and the donut from slipping off. Just leave it alone, and in about a week or so the rubber ring will fall off on its own.”

Then, he handed the glue back to his friend, and took off the surgical gloves. One of the other men put five empty whiskey glasses between my knees and then picked up the bottle and poured out the bourbon and filled them with a couple of shots of whiskey into each glass. He sat the bottle down and lifted his glass, and Henry picked up his, and then the other three guys did the same. One of them said: “Congratulations Henry! You did it…set a record too! It only took you a month to win this set, and by far you’ve won the nicest scrotum in the Poker Club’s history. Yeah, a perfect stud, and a perfect scrotum! Look at those balls! Fuck man, they are huge! Damn Henry, if you had told me you’d get anyone to bet balls like these, I would never have believed it. But, he made the bet, and you won em fair and square. Yeah Henry, nobody can outplay you at the game!”

They clicked their glasses together, and then they all took a drink, and Henry was grinning again then, savoring his victory and the good booze and enjoying the afterglow of my castration.

One of the other men spoke up then, and he said: “Yeah, gotta give it to you. You sure beat me. Neither of the two sets of balls I’ve taken are anything like this dude’s. You played a perfect hand, and I love the way you tricked Jared and suckered him in with the full house. Congrats Henry. You played a hell of a game!”

They slapped Henry on the back, and then the third guy raised his glass and said “To fools with huge balls!”

And then they all said “To fools with huge balls!” and then they took a drink.

The fourth man in the group raised his glass and said “To the Poker Club!”

And once again they all raised their glasses and toasted.

Henry was grinning and his eyes sparkled, and he raised his glass one last time, and swirled the last bit of booze around in the bottom, and then he looked at me and said: “Here’s to Jared! The newest eunuch on the face of the planet!”

And then, for one final time, they all repeated the toast, “Here’s to Jared!” and then with a final swallow they all emptied their glasses. And then they just started laughing.

Henry looked at his watch, and nodded at the others, and then without saying anything they grabbed the glasses and picked up the bourbon and it was clear they were getting ready to leave. The other guys picked up the cooler of hot towels, and the bander, and then they walked out of the room, and once they had gone then it was just Henry and I. He turned to me one final time. He took two small medicine bottles out of his pocket and put them down right between my legs.

Then he said: “The bigger bottle is an antibiotic, and you should take two tonight, and one each day starting tomorrow until you run out of them. Everything I used on you was sterile, so I don’t think you’ll get an infection. But no matter what, don’t stop taking the pills until they are all gone. The other bottle will help with the pain. The whiskey is going to wear off pretty soon, and after that you will probably need something. I’ve given you four Vicoprofen tablets in there, which are a hydrocodone-ibuprofen mix narcotic. You might need them tonight, and for part of tomorrow, but by tomorrow this time the pain shouldn’t be much more than an empty ache. I’ve been told that being castrated feels like a hard hit in the balls, so if that’s what your feeling right now just know that’s normal and won’t last all that long. Within a couple of days you’ll be walking OK and the pain will be pretty much gone, although things may still be sore for a little while longer. If you do need the pain meds tonight and tomorrow, you can take one every six hours. After that, regular Tylenol will handle any discomfort you’re still feeling. Make sure you avoid taking aspirin because you don’t want to start bleeding, but if you do start to bleed, or if your cut gets infected, then go to the hospital.”

“I liked you Jared. I liked playing with you. I liked sucking you too, and yes, I really liked castrating you. Just remember, you bet your own balls in a poker game. You should have folded. I told you flat out if you didn’t fold I’d turn you into a eunuch, and now I have. What happens next is up to you. Of course, now you’ll have to decide whom you want to tell and if you want the world to know. Then he fondled my lifeless cock and gave it a couple of jack-off pumps to make a point I suppose, and then he let it flop back like a dead worm on my belly. After he did that he took his razor and just sliced it through the end of the rope that held my hands to the table leg, and as he did he said: “Take care Jared. If I were you I’d give up the poker.”

Then he reached down to my jeans and took out my cell phone, and put it in his pocket, and with a last glance he just left me there, flat on my back and with a deep ache between my legs and with my two wrists still tied together, but no longer attached to the table leg. I felt so violated, and so stupid, and now, nut-less, I didn't have any idea what to do. I was a eunuch! I heard a vehicle start up outside, and then they drove away and I was alone, and the old warehouse was totally silent. I didn’t move for a long time. I was just too weak, and I felt if I sat up I’d probably pass out. Finally, slowly, I mustered up the strength to move. Fuck it hurt between my legs! It felt like a hard hit to the nuts, but unlike a ball hit, the pain wasn’t going away. I slowly forced myself to sit up, and then I used my teeth to work out the knots that tied my wrists together. After about twenty minutes or so I had managed to get my wrists untied and my arms free, and then I took off the duct tape wrapped around my head and spit out my socks. It took me a while longer to get off the table, because my legs were tied to the table legs with ropes that went to my ankles, and more were tied to my knees spreading them apart. With the knots under the table, the only way to do it was basically to slide my ass off the table, with my legs still tied. That took a lot of courage, but there were no alternatives.

I hit the floor hard, and fell forward and my legs were still secured behind me then. I basically did a face plant. Fuck that hurt like shit, and it intensified the pain in my groin by a hundred fold. Somehow I finally got turned around to where I could reach the knots, and then after a lot of effort I managed to get myself free. Once I had untied myself, all I wanted to do was get out of there, but the pain was too great right then to get up and try to walk. The booze seemed to me to have totally worn off, and I found out that nothing will sober you up faster than having your balls cut off.

Of course, Henry had to have known it would take me a while to get free, so by the time I had got it done it was past midnight. I finally tried to stand, but I sat right back down. I would have called someone for help, but of course I didn’t have my phone. Fuck it felt exactly like I was being hit in the balls again and again and again! It seemed to hurt even to breathe. I decided to take one of the pain pills, and wait for it to kick in, and I figured I might be able to move once it did. My groin just hurt too much to walk without something. To add to my misery, when I glanced down between my legs the only thing beneath my cock was the little tiny green rubber donut, and when I looked at it I almost puked. I was in shock.

But after about fifteen minutes or so the narcotic pain pill starting working, and the feeling of relief came in a rush. Almost unbelievably the deep throbbing pain between my legs seemed to disappear. As the pain slipped into the background, I relaxed for the first time, and was just sitting on the floor, resting. But my head was really spinning then, and the pain bill seemed to bring back the buzz I had had earlier, but this time it was way more intense. I could tell I was pretty fucked up and I was smart enough to know I was in no shape to drive. I didn’t know what to do, but as I was trying to figure that out I must have closed my eyes, because the next thing I knew the sun was coming through the warehouse windows, and when I looked at my watch it was six in the morning! Fuck!

I think the ache between my legs woke me, but it wasn’t as severe as it had been, and the pill apparently was still helping to some degree. I was able to stand up then, and I could manage to walk too, but I was hunched over from the pain in my groin and it was still fairly intense, but not anywhere as intense as it had been right after Henry had castrated me. When I got in my truck my cell phone was sitting on the driver’s seat, but the phone battery was dead. Henry clearly had thought things out pretty thoroughly, and it was apparent that he didn’t want me calling anyone, at least until they had time to make good their escape. My truck started up OK, which was a relief, and I almost went to the hospital, but of course that would mean the police would be called and everyone would know. And what good would it do?

The problem was that I had no idea who really had done this, and by now so much time had passed they were probably out of the state, and perhaps even out of the country. I knew with absolute certainty they were long gone, and while I could describe them, I didn't know their last names, or even if their first names were real. I felt so stupid and so humiliated, I really can't describe it. I also knew though that I didn't want anyone to find out. I know that sounds stupid, but I knew my balls were gone, and I knew there wasn’t anything anyone could do to get them back. They were gone, floating in Henry's jar like some showpiece for his amusement, part of some perverse collection of lost bets stolen by the Poker Club. God. He had done this before, to others, and I knew he had set me up. Fuck I had been so stupid! I wanted to cry. He had taken all of my winnings and stolen my balls and it occurred to me that it hadn’t cost him a single dime. He had won back every bit of money I had won from them and then turned me into a eunuch. I felt like a fool.

One thing I was certain of. I knew if my father found I'd lost my nuts in a stupid poker game it would destroy him, plain and simple. So....I decided to live with the secret, and that's what I did. I never went to the doctor either. I used my first aid skills I had learned from my father and treated the wound like you would treat a really bad cut. But Henry was right. The super glue kept the elastrator’s rubber donut in place, and there was never any bleeding. The cut stayed closed and I took the antibiotics. The wound never got infected either, and the healing of the cut went pretty smooth, and the tiny green rubber donut fell off sometime late in the first week after my castration just as he had said it would. The pain pills got me through the first night and the next day, and after that all I had was a dull ache where my balls used to hang. So, yeah, on that part I got really lucky. None of my friends had any idea. I just stuffed a sock in my pants, and so nobody suspected and it was amazing how well that worked.

I figured my fucking days were over. For one thing, I wasn’t consumed by the desire any longer. Sure, I still had my brain, and I longed for pussy and for a cunt to fuck, but the horniness I felt before quickly disappeared. And the reality was I knew there was no way I was ever going to ask a girl out again. For one thing, once they found out my nuts were gone it would be all over Facebook, and everyone in school would know. I’d be a freak, and the laughing stock of my friends and probably most of my relatives. Sure, I had some girls hit on me, and others wondered why I wasn’t calling them, but that was my new reality. I felt very depressed. I mean, I still wanted to fuck and be the college stud, but my cock wasn’t hard and when I tried to jack off it was pretty much an exercise in futility. I was a eunuch.

I thought of suicide. When you are a stud one day, fucking the girls one after the other and emptying your balls constantly, and then the next you are a ball-less freak with a lifeless dick things just aren’t the same. And without pussy, what was the point? Before Henry stole my scrotum I loved fucking more than anything in the world, and now, with a few swipes of his blade, it seemed my fucking days were over. I think it was that realization that was the low point in my life.

Of course, it wasn’t long before one of the girls that reached out to me was Jenny, and while she was the last person on earth I wanted to see the truth is that I knew I would eventually have to face her and come up with some kind of explanation. And sure enough, on the weekend following my castration she called me and demanded I come by and see her, and she reminded me that we had ‘the contract.’ I told her I was sick and on antibiotics, which was true enough, and that put her off for a week. But then the following weekend she called me again, and this time she wasn’t going to be put off. I knew I had to go face her and get out of the contract we had, and besides, I still had her check and I needed to give it back. When I showed up at her dorm she wanted my cock…demanded it actually, and that just took me over the edge and I suddenly started to cry, and then before I knew it I had spilled out my story. I just needed to talk to someone, and perhaps I needed sympathy. She was willing to listen, and so I told her about the game, and about Henry, and about how he had cut off my balls.

When I finished my story she wanted to see it. By then the cut was healing well and the soreness was gone, and for the most part there was just a red line where my balls had been. I took off my pants, and pulled down my underwear, and then I lifted my soft dick up and showed her the empty space that now defined where my balls had been. It was so damn humiliating. She traced the red line with her finger, and that seemed to fascinate her. She couldn’t get over the smoothness of my groin, and none of my pubic hair had started to grow back, so I looked like a much younger boy now. I expected her to throw me out like a freak, but to my surprise she didn’t. In fact, she did exactly the opposite.

Jenny smiled at me then, and said: “OK Jared…so your balls are gone. You know what? I don’t see them as all that important. You need to quit feeling sorry for yourself. You are so fucking depressed right now you look like a walking dead man. Well, I don’t give a fuck about your balls, and as far as I am concerned you still have a cock and you still have a tongue and I still own you. And, even if you don’t know it, you are still my sex toy, and my sex stud. You made a promise, and balls or not, I own you. And you will do as your told and worry about me, not about you. And right now, you’re going to put that tongue in gear, and start licking my clit, and you’ll keep licking it until you make me come. So, start licking!”

She started to undress, and as she did and was sitting on the corner of her bed I shook my head…and started to say ‘no’ but then she said: “I’m not asking you. I’m telling you. You work for me, and getting me off in what you are going to do, even if you are a eunuch. As far as I’m concerned you are still a man to me, and you’re the only man that has ever fucked me. And I own you, remember? So if you don’t do exactly as I say, then everybody in the world is going to know you bet your balls and lost.”

She finished undressing, and lay back on her bed and spread her legs, opening up her sex to me. Then she turned her right hand upside down and pointed her index finger at me, and then drew it towards her, in a “come-to-me gesture,” summoning me to come to her bed and so I did. Surprisingly, her pussy looked good, strange as that seems, and so I went to her and did her bidding. I went down on her, and soon my talented tongue had her screaming and moaning and jerking and thrashing as I played with her slit and manipulated her clit until she shook with a mind blowing orgasm. As I was doing that to her she was talking the entire time, demanding me to do what she wanted: “That’s it. Yeah…suck it. SUCK MY CLIT Jared! And while you’re doing it, get that fuck pole hard. I want you HARD damn it, balls or no balls. Your balls are for you. But your cock is for me. So I want your dick rock hard, and then I want you to start fucking me.”

And the strange thing was my hose grew stiff, almost as if she ordered it hard. Up until then I had not had an erection since my castration, but Jenny managed to get my eunuch cock got hard, hard enough to fuck her at least, and so I did that too. Soon, I was fucking her, fast and furiously, and I was soon literally pounding my pole in and out of her snatch like a man with a mission, and for the first time since Henry had taken my nuts I was feeling like a man again. While I didn’t have an orgasm or shoot anything into her cunt, she had two explosive orgasms one right after the other, and as she did she was screaming the entire time, gasping really, and it was crystal clear to me that she didn’t care at all that my balls were missing. It wasn’t the same for me, but she got off and she was more than satisfied and afterwards I felt wonderful.

A couple of days after that my dad phoned. We had a nice conversation, and I never let on what had happened. He apologized for being so hard on me, and told me if I really needed the money he'd find it somehow and get me out of the mess, but it would be the last time. I told him it was alright, that I had worked it out with the guy, and it was all behind me now. That seemed to make him very happy. That's when he recommended that I check into Gamblers Anonymous. I told him that I had been cured of betting, but if I ever got the urge again then I would.

I think I can say that Jenny saved my life. Sure, I missed my balls. And I missed my rock hard erections. And of course I missed banging the many different hot chicks like I used to, and I missed the feeling of squirting my seed deep into a warm and wet vagina. But as hard as this is to admit, the truth is I still found that I liked fucking Jenny, and I liked her tight pussy and the way she didn’t care that I had lost my nuts. She really cared about me, in ways that no woman had ever cared before. Sure, I was her fuck toy, her sex slave, but when I was doing her and pounding my cock in and out of her hole the truth is that not having balls just wasn’t the end of the world. And things got even better.

A few days after I first fucked her as a eunuch, she surprised me with a prescription for testosterone patches and another one for Viagra, written by a doctor friend of hers. She bought the drugs with her own money, and pretty soon I was feeling much better and I started needing to shave again. I also could fuck her and get her off and actually enjoy doing so, and the Viagra increased the rigidity of my erections and within an hour of taking a pill I was usually as hard as a piece of steel. Jenny demanded I get her off, often, and I did. Sometimes I used my mouth, and sometimes I would use my cock. Whatever Jenny wanted, Jenny got. And the more she demanded the more I did what she wanted. Pretty soon we were fucking at least every other night, and sometimes five or six times in a weekend. And I found out I still loved fucking even though my balls were gone. Henry had stolen my nuts, but he hadn’t stolen my cock, and my cock was all that Jenny cared about. Perhaps it wasn’t quite the same as before my castration, but we made it work and it was still really fun. Within two weeks the hormone patch seemed to bring back my libido, and then like before I seemed to be horny all of the time, just like before. And without my balls, I didn’t have to worry about birth control. Life was in some ways as good as it had ever been.

Of course she owned me, and she insisted that I keep my promise to serve her needs, and yet I actually started to look forward to our fuck sessions. Sometimes she would call me up, tell me to “take a blue pill” and then “get over here.” And I would. The Viagra turned my dick into a steel rod every time I took one, and it would stay that way for several hours and I could fuck her again and again. And that’s what she wanted, and so that’s what she got.

I was her “on command” eunuch fuck toy, and she called me a lot.

She loved to whisper in my ear as I fucked her, or ride my pole and pin me to the bed while she used my cock to massage the insides of her pussy. Needless to say, I didn’t dare try to date any other girls. For one thing, Jenny was in control and we had our agreement. So, she owned my cock, figuratively and in a way, literally. And besides, I knew no other girl would want me, and I sure didn’t want anyone to know. Jenny kept my secret, and she could care less if I had balls. She made life worth living.

I started to have feelings for her that I couldn’t explain. I mean, I looked forward to her calls, and I liked it when she demanded I come over and serve her needs. Things were moving fast and in a direction I never could have contemplated. Approximately two months after my castration on a Saturday night I was pounding my cock in and out of her hole, listening to her grunt and gasp as I fucked her hard and deep. I remember that night for a couple of reasons. For one, the hormones were working well by then, and I was fucking her with a super hard erection, and when I came I had a very real and very intense orgasm. Of course there was no seed in the fluid I ejaculated, but my cock did spasm and I felt the rhythmic contractions that define an orgasm and for the first time I shot a huge wad of seedless spunk and that really surprised me. The orgasm was very intense and extremely pleasurable, and very close to the feelings I used to get when I had balls and could shoot a load of living sperm. So, after I came, I had a big smile on my face because I knew things would be alright. But what I remember more, was that after she and I had come together, she whispered in my ear, and as she did everything changed in the span of a few heartbeats.

“I love you Jared. And I’m going to have your baby. So, I guess…I guess you’re going have to marry me. And don’t say no. If you didn’t want to marry me, you shouldn’t have got me pregnant.”

What the fuck? My heart started pounding, and at first I laughed and thought it was a joke. Clearly I couldn’t get anyone pregnant. But then she said she wasn’t kidding, and she was sure and she showed me the pregnancy test and the result was definitely positive. Fuck. She told me I was the only guy that had ever fucked her, so all I could figure is it must have happened when I took her virginity. I was scared shitless. I got up and got dressed and just ran out of her dorm room. As I did I said to her: “I need to think. I’ve got to go.” And then I ran. I ran like the wind.

I had no idea what at do. But I sure as shit wasn’t going to marry her just because she was demanding it. Fuck that! I couldn’t be a father! My mind was racing! What would my parents say? I was pretty sure they weren’t going to be too happy with me. And then there was the friends issue, and I could hardly even comprehend the humiliation that would come when they found out I had been fucking Jenny. Oh God. My mind was so confused, and I didn’t want a kid, but now that my balls were gone I knew I was lucky to have made one because I’d never have another. But why was it with Jenny? NO! Why didn’t I use a rubber? What was I thinking? God my life was so fucked up!

The one thing I thought I knew was that while Jenny liked to boss me around, I wasn’t about to get married because she was demanding it. And besides, I couldn’t marry her, at least not as a college student! I just couldn’t! I needed to get through school, get on my feet, find a job, and then figure things out. I had no time for a family, and no time for a kid. And as for marriage, she was way too bossy—I was used to being in charge when I dated girls, and Jenny was just the opposite. And of course, on top of all of that she was just way too fat and I didn’t want any of my friends to know I had ever fucked her, and was still fucking her. Yeah, if I married her it would be so humiliating and I’d be the laughing stock of the entire college. I was the class jock, and I was supposed to have my pick of the girls. And Jenny would never have been my pick.

The problem was that I liked her. I mean, she was the only girl that had ever said she loved me and she was paying for the hormones and the Viagra and had found a doctor to give them to me and not ask questions. Without her the sad truth was that my cock would be a useless worm. But a girl can’t just tell a guy that he has to marry her. It doesn’t work that way. I didn’t know what to say to her and I didn’t even want to see her. So, I ignored her. And of course, Jenny kept trying to call me. My cell rang and rang, and I just refused to answer and I blocked her texts. In fact, I totally ignored her for almost a week, but then I got a call from a number I didn’t recognize, and when I answered it her father was on the phone. I’ll never forget that one-sided conversation as long as I live.

When my cell rang, I answered: “Hello, who is this?”

“This is Richard Torrance, Jenny’s father. Is this Jared I’m speaking with, Jenny’s boyfriend?”

“Umm….well, I’m Jared. I..I don’t think though I would say I am her boyfriend exactly.”

There was clearly an edge to his voice. Then he said: “Well, what do you call it then? I’ve got a fast standing rule that nobody fucks my daughter unless they marry her first. Nobody. And it is my understanding you not only ignored my rule, but according to my daughter you got her pregnant too. I’d call you a boyfriend if you are the boy who has been fucking her.”

I had no idea what to say. I stammered, searching for words that would not come. What could I say to that? I said nothing, but it didn’t matter. He was giving me the lecture, and it was obvious that he didn’t really want a conversation.

He continued, his anger clear and unmistakable now: “So, let me make something perfectly clear to you. Are you listening to me Jared?”

My heart was pounding of course, but this time I answered: “Yes. Yes sir. I am listening.”

“If you don’t marry Jenny by the time my grandchild pops out of her vagina then I swear to God I’ll personally cut off your cock, and your balls too, and after I do I’ll let her three brother’s line up and take turns pounding your ass. And when they are done then I’ll fuck you too, and by the time I’m finished a bulldozer will fit up your hole. I’m not kidding here. If you relish your junk and want to keep it, then I suggest you ask my daughter to be your wife and do it today. And you better hope she says yes, because you’re betting your cock that she will. I’m not gong to have an illegitimate grandchild. You need to do the right thing young man, or there won’t be anything left between your legs to jack off with, much less use to fuck a pussy. And I mean it.”

Then he hung up on me.

My mind was crystal clear and focused then, and after that conversation I knew exactly what I had to do. I wasn’t going to take any chances, not this time, and I sure didn’t want Jenny’s brothers or her dad fucking my ass. And the one thing I knew with absolute certainty without having to even think about it, was that I wasn’t going to bet my cock. Not in a million years.

I asked her to marry me an hour after daddy’s call, and she accepted, and that same afternoon we went shopping for the ring. Soon she was talking about the wedding and making plans for her special day. I asked her for a very private wedding of course, because I still didn’t want any of my friends to know. The truth was she embarrassed me. But Jenny wanted something big, and her daddy wanted something bigger, and after I proposed and she had the ring on then she posted it on Facebook and after that the secret was out. We were now “in a relationship” and my friends were shaking their heads in stunned disbelief. And sure enough, we had a huge lavish wedding five months later and she invited everyone we knew. We were married in June, right after my sophomore year ended and a little over seven months after I had impregnated her. By then she was definitely showing, so everyone could see she was pregnant and figure out I had been fucking her before we tied the knot. It was embarrassing, and none of my friends could believe it. And, the truth is, none of the hot college girls I had been fucking before could believe it either.

The weird part though was that married life was enjoyable. Jenny gave me a reason to live, and the sex with her was still incredible. And, in time Jenny became my best friend, a bossy friend perhaps but a person I could talk to, like I had never been able to talk to any woman before. And of course the biggest point of all, was that she didn’t care at all that my balls were gone. As for her pussy, it was still super tight and very hot to me, and it was and is without question the tightest hole I had ever fucked, and the warmest and wettest hole I had ever felt. Losing my balls was life changing, but so was marrying Jenny. And lots of very positive things happened as a result. After I lost my balls to poker my grades made a remarkable comeback. I started studying hard, concentrating in my classes like I had never concentrated before. Poker and the parties and the wild pussy chasing were of no interest to me after that, and I got a job on campus and slowly started working my bank account back. One Friday night just before the wedding the guys tried to get me to play poker with them, and I started to go.....but as soon as I saw the cards the bile came up in my throat and I felt an intense shooting pain where my balls had been. I almost vomited, but didn't, and instead just smiled and changed my mind and told them I was busy.

Sometimes I think about the Poker Club, and wonder whatever happened to it or where it is now. I'm sure they are still playing, somewhere, meeting on a Saturday night and suckering some new fool into their lair. I wonder one more thing. I wonder how many other men have made their bets and lost their balls?

Overall, married life is good, and the funny thing is I slowly fell in love with Jenny. Thanks to Jenny’s dad we have plenty of money, and Jenny and I are good partners, and together we made a wonderful son. He was a healthy eight pounds seven ounces when he was born, and he has bright red hair and vivid blue eyes and he is the spitting image of me. He is a happy baby, and he giggles a lot, which I think he inherited from Jenny. I fell in love with him instantly. I wanted to name him David, after my father. I would have been ok with Richard, since he was Jenny’s dad. But she had other ideas, and whatever Jenny wants, Jenny gets. She named him Henry.

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