castration-clinic:All ready for your castration. Tim held his hands over his crotch and felt his tin

castration-clinic:All ready for your castration. Tim held his hands over his crotch and felt his tiny package shrivel beneath his palms.  This was it, the end of the road.  He’d known that this was coming all along.  From the very beginning his master had made it clear that turning Tim into a girl was going to be his hobby for the foreseeable future.  Oh, if he’d wanted a girl to begin with there were plenty available at the auction at which Tim had been purchased.  Certainly it would have been much cheaper than all of the procedures he’d undergone, but his master seemed to take some perverse joy in his involuntary transformation.And quite a stagger transformation it was!  If not for his shriveled genitals, most people would never know that Tim had been born a man.  The funny thing is though, that even after all of the surgeries, all of the hormones, all of the dieting and special exercises, in his head, Tim still thought of himself as a man.  And even though his mind had long since given up hope, deep in his heart, he dreamed that he’d somehow find his way to freedom, and that with enough hard work and dedication, he could somehow reclaim his manhood.There’d be no turning back after this though.  Once this doctor clipped his nuts, there’d be no getting them back.  In many ways his little dick and balls, shrunken and made useless though they were by all of the hormones, were all he had left of his manhood, and right now, he was holding onto it for dear life!He knew it couldn’t last though.  He’d either climb onto the table willingly, or he’d suffer a terrible beating before being forced into position.  There would be no begging, no bargaining.  In a matter of minutes, his balls would be gone, and he’d never be able to call himself a man again.  The physical loss of his testicles would be hard enough to deal with, but he truly worried more about the effect it would have on his mind.  So far he’d manage to hold onto his masculine persona, but without the balls to back it up, he wondered if he’d succumb to all of the mental conditioning his master was always forcing down his throat and begin to think of himself as woman.No matter.  There was nothing he could do about it now.  Sighing deeply, but still covering his crotch, partly out of fear, and partly out of shame.  It would all be over soon.  He wondered if his master would let him keep his penis.  It would be nothing more than a tiny limp little reminder of what he once was, but at least he’d be able to hold onto a piece of his former self.  He wondered if it wouldn’t be more merciful to just cut it all off and allow him to transition completely.  He didn’t know, but after all of this he was certain that whichever option was the most cruel and humiliating, that would be the one his master chose. -- source link

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