ReadRoom2

Reading Room # 2

Temporary Internet Files

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	Steve liked to write castration fantasy stories and post them to his favorite internet site, the eunuch archives (where else!). One day he was called away to work, leaving his fiancé alone in his house. She got into his computer and discovered his secrets. She shared the info with her two bawdy, sadistically playful, girlfriends and they decided to make his fantasy come true! Temporary Internet Files Who’s sport-ute is that in the driveway? Steve wondered as he returned home from the office. It was Friday and Jeanie had promised to have dinner fixed when he got home. Jeanie had been his live-in girlfriend, on weekends only, for some time now, but she was about to move in full time. If everything went as planned they would be getting marred in the next couple of months. The automatic garage door opened in response to Steve’s remote unit, revealing Jeanie’s car parked in its usual place. The sport-ute was parked behind Jeanie, leaving room for Steve to pull into the double garage. Snickers, Jeanie’s brown and white English Springer Spaniel, bounded up to greet Steve as he got out of his car. That’s all it took to jog Steve’s memory. He remembered who the sport-ute belonged to now; it was Nannette’s. Nannette lived on a ranch about ten miles out of town. Nannette, who was apparently rather wealthy, operated the ranch in addition to owning and managing a restaurant in town. He and Jeanie had taken Snickers to Nannette to have him neutered when he was a year old. She had done it as a favor to Jeanie, as friend, and didn’t charge anything. Jeanie had waited tables in Nannette’s restaurant when she was working her way through college and they had been friends ever since. “Hi, babe,” Jeanie said, as Steve came in from the garage. “I hope you don’t mind having a couple of guests for dinner tonight.” “No, not at all,” said Steve, as he saw Nannette, and Donna, Jeanie’s friend and next door neighbor, sitting on the sofa. “By the way, what’s for dinner tonight anyway?” “Dinner is on me tonight, honey,” said Nannette. “I cooked up one of my specialties and your favorite, lasagna.” “Don’t forget to give me my kiss, Stevie,” Jeanie said, grabbing him around the neck. Their lips met and they held each other in a firm embrace, exchanging a long and sensuous kiss. Then Jeanie, with her arms still around Steve’s neck, looked up at him with her big soft brown eyes. “After dinner, babe” she whispered, “we’ve got a big surprise for you. I know you’ll like it.” Jeanie giggled smugly and kissed Steve again. After a dinner that certainly lived up to Nannette’s reputation and Steve’s expectations, Steve washed the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen, as was customary when Jeanie or one of her friends cooked dinner. Finishing up, and still puzzled about the surprise they had for him, he joined the three women in the living room, seating himself beside Jeanie on the sofa. Nannette was in the middle of telling a story from her showgirl days in LasVegas. Nannette was usually careful not to give any clues that would allow anyone to determine her actual age, but Steve guessed she was around fifty, give or take a couple of years. But Nannette kept herself in excellent shape and had all the poise and countenance of someone who was accustomed to performing for the public. Steve could only imagine what she must have looked like in her heyday. Now her blonde curls were accented with a hint of gray. There was something about Nannette that was vaguely reminiscent of a country and western singing star, although she reminded Steve of no one in particular. Maybe it was her Southern accent; Nannette was raised on a ranch in Texas. That’s where she learned things like how to neuter animals. Nannette had been married once, but that was many years ago. Donna, a divorcee around thirty, was not much older than Steve and Jeanie. She was a manager and fitness instructor at a local health spa (Jeanie and Nannette both took aerobics there), and to say she had a great body would be a gross understatement. Donna had brown hair and green eyes, and Steve thought she looked a lot like Xena, the Warrior Princess on television. Donna liked to walk around in her back lawn wearing a skimpy little bikini, and Steve couldn’t keep his eyes off her whenever he visited Jeanie. He almost wished it were he who was moving in with Jeanie and not the other way around. However, he realized that Donna could spell real trouble for his and Jeanie’s relationship, and he would be ashamed for anyone to know about the fantasies he had about her. “Okay,” said Steve, “what’s the surprise you said you had for me after dinner.” Jeanie smiled and looked at the other two women. Steve could see apprehension in her face. “Do you think he’s ready for this?” Jeanie asked, directing her question mostly to Nannette. “It’s your show, honey,” Nannette said. “If you want to go ahead with it I’m behind you all the way.” “Me too,” Donna added. Smiling, Jeanie looked back at Steve. “Well, I need to dress properly to get you in the mood for this conversation, babe.” With that, Jeanie began to slither out of her dress. She was wearing white panties and bra with a garter belt and straps holding up her dark nylons. Steve’s mouth dropped open in disbelief. Of course he was expecting Jeanie to do something like this later, in private, after the other women had gone. Why was she stripping in front of them? He was about to speak when Nannette began doing her own striptease, and Donna stepped out of the room. Steve just sat there spellbound, almost in shock. Nannette was wearing a pair of silky red tights with black trim, over sheer pantyhose. Shortly, Dona returned wearing a Xena costume, as though she knew exactly what would turn Steve on. “Whata you think, Stevie?” said Donna. “I’ve been told that I look like her, do I?” “Y... yes, you do. Wh... what’s this all about, anyway,” Steve sputtered. Jeanie laughed. “Remember, about two months ago, back in February, the Saturday it snowed. You had to go to work that day because the guy who was supposed to be there couldn’t get through the snow to work. That left me here all day with nothing to do. But you left your computer on and I played with it. Maybe that’s snooping, but I am going to be your wife soon, and you did leave me here all day with nothing but that computer to keep me company.” Steve was still very confused. The sight of the women in their sexy costumes was turning him on and his budding erection was showing through his pants. Maybe they just wanted to give him a little costume show; that was the surprize. But why was Jeanie talking about the computer? “Steve, do you know what your temporary internet files are?” “Well, no; not really. I don’t get into that technical stuff too much. I just use the thing.” Jeanie and Donna laughed. Nannette turned to Steve with a sympathetic expression. “Don’t feel pregnant, honey,” she said. Most of that stuff’s over my head too. I’ll leave the details to techies like Jeanie and Donna.” All three women laughed and Steve was still confused. “Anyway, Steve,” Jeanie continued, “your temporary internet files keep track of where you go on the web; when you went there; and how long you stayed.” “You... you mean you can look at every web site I’ve...” “I can, and I did, Steve. That was a very long Saturday, here all by myself. I had lots of time to browse around.” Steve was looking a little worried now. “You like to look a nude models, don’t you, Steve?” “Yeah, well, I ah....” Steve mumbled, blushing. “And lingerie models; and bikini models; and female body builders; and female wrestlers; and...” “Well, what’s so wrong with that?” Steve retorted defensively. “It’s not like I’m cheating on you or anything.” “Only in your mind,” Jeanie said, giggling. “He’s really just a regular guy,” Nannette said, “and all guys cheat; in their minds or any other way if you give them a chance.” “Well, actually, Steve,” Jeanie said, “there’s one particular site that really grabbed my attention. You spend more time there than at all the others put together. Does ‘eunuch.org’ ring a bell, Steve?” Steve’s palms began to sweat as he rubbed his hands together. His eyes darted nervously back and forth between the women. “W... well, it’s not fair. You shouldn’t have been looking at my stuff.” “But now we know where your real interests lie, Steve. At first I thought that stuff was too weird and that I couldn’t possibly get into it, but after I found the story archive and read a few of the stories I was hooked. Oh god was I hooked! I got so soaked I had to go change my panties!” The women all laughed. Steve’s eyes were bulging and still darting back and forth between the women. Perspiration was running down his forehead and he looked like he might bolt and run at any second. However, his huge erection was now clearly visible through his pants. The women were looking at it and smiling, and Steve knew they were looking at it. Steve wipped his brow then wipped his hands and sweating palms on his pants legs. The women laughed again. “Then I found out your pen name,” Jeanie continued. “H... how... did you...?” “From your posts, silly! Your e-mail address was still the same.” Jeanie was smiling and laughing as she talked. “Then I told Nannette and Donna about the site and we’ve all been kind of lurking ever since.” “...And that was such a cute pen name you picked,” Nannette interjected; “Snickers. Named yourself after Jeanie’s little neutered dog.” Suddenly the conversation was interrupted by the sound of four pattering little feet coming into the living room. “Awww, Snickers, honey, did you think Nan Nan was calling you, huh?” Nannette said to the dog, in a doating, condenscending voice. Snickers started to rear up on Nannette and put his paws on her knees, but Nannette spread her legs and forced him to place his paws on the cushion between her legs. Then she started petting him on the head and scratching behind his ears. “No, mustn’t rear up on Nan Nan. She don’t want to tear her hose. Oh, but him like Nan Nan doesn’t he. Yeah, he say, ‘Nan Nan neutered me and made me into a good little doggie. Yes she did!’ Yes, he remember who neutered him and that make Nan Nan sooo special. Yes it does!” The dog was panting and looking up at Nannette with an expression of total trust and contentment, enthusiastically wagging the stump of his little bobbed tail. “You should have seen him, Nannette,” said Jeanie. “About four months after you neutered him Donna’s German Shepherd bitch, Jasmine, came into heat. We put her in the back yard with him just to see what would happen. The first time they were together Snickers just foundered himself. He just couldn’t get enough!” “So that’s why you had that litter of mixed breed pups to give away,” Nannette said, laughing. “Yeah, I know,” said Donna, “but it was my own fault. I just wanted to watch them, and it gave little Snickers such a wonderful last time! Actually I guess it was both his first and last time.” All the women laughed. Snickers knew he was being talked about. He left Nannette’s chair and paced in a little circle on the floor, dividing his attention between the women before finally going over to Jeanie. “And I assume,” mused Nannette, “that he was a little less enthusiastic on their second meeting.” “Oh, it was so cute, Nannette,” said Jeanie. “I wish you could have seen him. He went up and sniffed Jasmine, then looked back at me with that real puzzled expression on his face. It was like he was saying, ‘What’s the matter, Mommy, The last time we did this it felt so good and was so much fun!’ Then he came back to me and looked up at me like he was expecting me to give him something to make it fun again. So I gave him a doggie treat and he just held it in his mouth without chewing it. Then he looked up at me like he was saying, ‘Are you sure, Mommy?’ Then he took the treat back over to Jasmine and dropped it. He sniffed Jasmine again and ran back to me and whimpered as if to say, ‘It didn’t work, Mommy. Give me something else!’ But there was nothing else. Nothing will ever work for little Snickers again, will it, Snickers.” The women were all laughing now. They obviously thought the story was very cute and funny. Snickers, realizing he was the center of attention and the topic of their conversation, began to turn in little circles on the floor and make whimpering, groaning noises like he was trying to imitate human speech. Occasional frustrated barks punctuated his whimpers as though he wanted to talk so badly, but knew he couldn’t. This tickled the women even more and their laughter became almost delirious. “Say!” Donna exclaimed, as their laughter subsided, “we haven’t told Steve what his surprise is yet. But I’ll bet you have a real good clue, don’t you, Stevie?” “Well, I... ah... er...” “Oh, don’t be so bashful,” Donna admonished. “We’ve all read the stories you posted to the eunuch site. You changed the names, but we still recognized ourselves. Why do you think I went to all the trouble to make this Xena costume, huh? I did it for you, Stevie. This is your big scene; the grand finale to your days as a man!” “What we’re going to do to you tonight,” Jeanie said, “will practically follow the script of one of your own stories - almost to the letter! This is really your idea, Steve; your fantasy. You just didn’t know we would be willing to make it come true for you. Of course you can always back out, Steve, but I don’t think you will. I think you’re too much into it.” “You’ve got that right, kid,” said Nannette. As far along as he is, if we don’t do it he would likely try to do it himself, and that could be dangerous. Steve, honey, we’re going to give you the most beautiful last time a man can have!” “Just think, Stevie,” Donna said, “tomorrow night this time we will be sitting right here talking again and you won’t be a man anymore. But you will have had me, and you can keep having me until you run out of testosterone and then you can’t have anybody, and won’t want anybody anymore. Jeanie won’t care because that’s part of her gift to you for your last few hours as a man. I’m going to enjoy fucking your eyeballs out Stevie!” “You won’t back out now, will you, babe,” Jeanie said, laughing naughtily. “Well, I... ah... I er... had kind of thought about trying Depo-Provera for...” “Oh, fuck Depo-Provera!” Nannette snorted. “I’ve seen men try that. It’s expensive, difficult to obtain legally, and there are health risks with the side effects. Every man I know who’s used it wound up having himself cut for real, anyway; so why waste the time and money? Honey, when it’s time, it’s time! I’ve read your posts on that message board, inquiring about cutters and urologists. In six month’s time you’ll be using the garden shears on yourself to whack em’ off, and that’s what we’ve got to avoid.” “See there, babe,” said Jeanie, “this is really best for you. We’re just going to do something for you that you would wind up doing to yourself anyway, and we’re going to make it wonderful for you!” “Honey, go get undressed and take a shower. Jeanie and Donna are going to shave you while I get everything ready. It’s just like in your story, remember?” Once Steve was on the bed, Jeanie snipped off most of his pubic locks with a pair of barber scissors, then lathered him up with warm shaving cream. Then she and Donna took turns shaving him with safety razors. “Nannette, I don’t mean to be prying,” said Donna, “but I’m curious. How many men have you nutted in your career?” Nannette laughed. “Honey, you make it sound like I had a career of neutering men. I only wish!” “No,” she said pensively, “let’s see; Steve will be number seventeen. Well, actually number eighteen if you count the boy I neutered when I was a teenager. But that wasn’t exactly consensual. He was passed out drunk in the hay loft and I used my dad’s Burdizzo on him. He never knew exactly what happened to him, let alone who did it. Remind me to tell you that story some time.” Steve had maintained a throbbing erection throughout his shave. Hearing Nannette talk about her neutering exploits just added to his excitement. He thought those stories were very erotic. They were getting close to the end now. Donna stretched Steve’s scrotum while Jeanie shaved the final few hairs from it. Drooling with pre-cum, Steve felt he could explode any second. “Well, that’s it, babe,” Jeanie said, chucking the disposable razor into the trash. She had him roll off the sheet that had caught his hair and she took it away while Donna placed a hot, damp washcloth on Steve’s freshly denuded groin. Jeanie returned with a small mirror and Donna removed the wash cloth, allowing Steve to savor the full glory of the cosmetic change they had just effected. Steve gasped in astonishment. He had never really contemplated just how different this would make him look - and feel. For a fleeting moment he had second thoughts about what he was about to do. Something inside him suddenly told him that this was crazy and he didn’t really want to go through with it. It was just a silly fantasy, something fun to write about on the web, but nothing he would actually want to do; not in real life. He started mumbling, trying to say he wanted to back out, but Jeanie’s and Donna’s soft caresses were distracting him. The sight of their beauty; Jeanie in her sexy lingerie; Donna in her stunning Xena costume; had him mesmerized. Suddenly, Nannette strutted up to the bed, smiling admiringly, almost smugly, as she inspected Jeanie and Donna’s handiwork. Seeing Steve’s distress, she smiled at him warmly and sympathetically, at the same time reaching out and gently taking hold of his testicles. “A little scared, honey?” she asked, softly. “Yeah, a little,” he said weakly. His apprehension began to melt as he looked at Nannette’s warm, condescending smile. “It’s okay, honey. All men get a little nervous as the moment draws near. It’s kind of like going to the dentist, isn’t it?” Nannette chuckled warmly as she began massaging and kneading his testicles. “Y... yeah, I guess so,” Steve said, giggling a little and lightening his mood. His reservations about his upcoming castration and his feelings of apprehension disappeared as quickly as they had come. The feel of Nannette’s gentle fingers - those delicate and practiced neutering fingers - on his scrotum stripped any thoughts of resistance from his mesmerized mind. “My, you’ve got a pretty little pair of balls,” she said, scrutinizing his face as she carefully watched for his most subtle reactions to what she was saying and doing. Nannette was playing with his emotions like a violinist plays a violin. “Honey, are you sure you want to part with these, huh?”, she crooned, watching the doubt and apprehension flow back into his eyes. “I... ah... ah... don’t...” He never finished his sentence. His face was filled with the ambivalent mixture of fear and desire. Nannette looked softly into his eyes as she kneaded and massaged his testicles. Finally she took her other hand and gently caressed and pinched the newly barred skin of his pubic mound before gripping his penis near its base. “Ooooo, you’re so smooth,” she whispered. “I love men who are smooth. I have four eunuchs out at my ranch and three of them are nullos. Would you like to be like that, honey, hmmm?” Unable to form words, all Steve could say was, “Ah... ahh... ahhh...” Tears filled his eyes and began flowing down the side of his face. No matter what might be going on in his mind at the moment, one thing was obvious. He was helpless! “Well don’t worry, Steve, honey,” said Nannette, unable to conceal her sadistically wicked smile. “We’re not going to do that tonight. That will come later, when you’re ready. Tonight Nan Nan’s just going to neuter you. Your little balls are going to go bye bye tonight. Are you ready, honey?” “Ye... ye... yeah,” he squeaked weakly, spreading his legs farther apart as a sign of acquiescence. “Honey, you’d let me nut you right now, before you had your last time, wouldn’t you?” “Oh... oh... yes,” he gasped, spreading his legs still wider. “Well, girls,” Nannette said, looking at Jeanie and Donna, “this wasn’t in the script. In his story he fucked all night before we cut him. But I will tell you one thing, though, he’ll never be more ready than he is at this minute.” Nannette walked over to the dresser and began assembling the tools of her trade, placing them on a tray. Jeanie and Donna looked down on Steve and his huge erection, as they gently stroked his thighs and newly shaved pubic mound. “In his story,” said Donna, “he told how wonderful it felt to have my warm, fuzzy muff jam against his bare helpless crotch. He was so inadequate and incomplete, but in my wonderful, functional wholeness - my hair against his hairless inadequacy - I made him feel whole again. His last night in his story was wonderful, but he’s going to let us castrate him without even a last time!” “He’s got it bad,” Nannette said from across the room. “I’ve seen them like him before. You can count yourself lucky, Jeanie. Steve will make a very loyal little eunuch. His kind aren’t usually much good in the sex department though; not even with testosterone replacement.” Steve was just laying there helpless, looking up at Jeanie and Donna’s mesmerizing beauty. Tears were running down his face and he was whimpering and mumbling nonsense. “It seems so cruel to do this to him,” Donna said. “Well, Jeanie,” said Nannette, as she walked back over to the bed with the tray, a syringe filled with Xylocaine in her right hand, “it’s your call, girl. He’s your pet. What will it be?” Jeanie was trembling with erotic excitement. Saying nothing, she unfastened her garter belt and slipped out of her soaked panties. She climbed onto the bed and positioned herself above Steve’s face, then lowered her damp fuzzy muff onto him. Steve responded by thrusting his face up to meet her oozing dampness. His slurps and smacks were as awkward as they were sincere and frantic. He was emitting submissive little squeaks like some helpless rodent. The high register of his voice didn’t even sound human. Jeanie threw her head back and closed her eyes. She was in a dream. Her body began to convulse in the throws of her orgasm. “Nut him!” she gasped. “Please, Nannette, do it now! Nut him like a little piggy!” THE END Author’s Note: eunuch.org is a real web site. If this kind of story interests you, go there and follow the links to their story archives. They have dozens of castration, penectomy, and nullification stories, both gay and straight. The site is FREE! You’ll be glad you went there. ;->