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Castration

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Castrating her Wolf

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by Chirmaya Nashaar

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"You know there's no going back from this, don't you?"

The wolf panted and leaned back on the bed, his arms behind his head. Naked from muzzle to paw, Flint's tail wagged lightly - though most of it was trapped beneath his rump - and ticked his inner thighs. With the pure white feline's paw wrapped around his shaft, pumping the smooth, knotted length with the familiarity of one who had seen all his kinks and met them squarely, it should have been the perfect languid afternoon for the two of them.

Only it wasn't. No, everything was about to change and only for the better. For on the bed beside them rested several bands, innocuous in their design yet with a far more sinister use than one may have first expected.

Eyeing them up, Flint's tongue lolled from his dark-furred muzzle and he moaned, bucking up into Gwyn's paw. The naked cat arched her back, displaying her branded skin with the shapes and letters he'd marked her with slowly healing, becoming shiny as the skin hardened into something new. Her pierced form showed no remorse for the kinks she'd embraced with him, her sense of escapism, and he wasn't about to back out when she'd dragged one of his deepest and darkest kinks up from the very depths of his imagination.

There was always one more kink to try - one more way that they could push things further.

"I know it's permanent," he growled with a wicked smirk that made his eyes gleam. "Just like your brands. Why, you think I'm not wolf enough to go through with it, kitty-cat?"

"No, I just think you're a little puppy-dog who needs a little goading on with this one. Big bad wolf gonna lose his balls for a kitty?"

At her words, Flint shuddered bodily, tongue fluttering as he panted.

"Oh yeah," he groaned, eyes half-lidded. "Gonna lose those balls today, let them fall heavy in your paw, cut off from me."

His words clanked together awkwardly as he spoke, only rolling more freely off his tongue as he relaxed into the reality of one of his biggest fantasies. It wasn't that he was a submissive sort that thought he didn't need his orbs, only that, well... Newer and more daring kinks had become the name of the game for them. Chastity and denial was one thing and branding his kitty was another entirely, leaving his mark on her for eternity, but losing his balls? He trembled. That was the ultimate sacrifice, showing complete and utter devotion to finding the highest point of release, the kink to beat them all.

He would have been lying if he'd said that the thought of getting his nuts chopped off didn't make him harder than ever either.

"You don't need them anyway," she purred, running the tip of one claw up the length of his shaft. "You can still fuck a kitty well enough with this meat, though I do wonder if your attitude will change at all without them."

He grinned toothily and clicked his jaws together in a sharp snap of canines.

"Baby, ain't nothing gonna change about this wolf, have no fear about that."

Raising an eyebrow, Gwyn puckered up her lips and blew him a kiss, tail flicking gently back and forth like the pendulum of a clock, albeit a clock hardly in sync with itself.

"As you say, wolfie, as you say."

She squeezed her fingers around his thick shaft, mewling as his knot started to swell. In any other instance, she would have been riding him, slamming down onto that knot before it grew too big to push into her, but that day was too special to hide any bit of the action. Keeping him on the edge, she slowly rubbed up and down, lightening her touch until he clenched his jaw and whined plaintively, putty in her paws to do with as she pleased. Gwyn smirked and groped his balls, rolling the fat orbs between both paws. She wondered how long they'd stay warm for after they were cut off.

"Is there any point in me asking if it's going to hurt?" He growled, thigh muscles tensing as he fought to keep his legs pinned flat to the bed, wanting to thrust. "Or are you just gonna laugh at me, kitty-cat?"

"Easy there, you're gonna get one last chance to cum before these babies are gone forever," she purred, fondling his balls with an almost loving touch. "Wouldn't want to let you go out without a bang now, would we?"

Flint panted and grinned, eyes hazing over with lust.

"You're starting to sound like me."

"Only starting?"

Well aware that she was picking up on the wolf's language choices as they spent more and more time together, the feline purred and selected one of the bands, stretching it wide to encase Flint's balls. She held it stretched until it was positioned perfectly on the neck of his balls and she stretched them down to allow the best fit. With a grin and a yowl, she released the band at the narrowest point, letting it snap closed on one of the most sensitive pieces of flesh on the wolf's body.

The snap sounded a moment before the pain hit and Flint howled, digging his claws into the bed and shredding up the covers. They didn't have anyone that they would need to explain the cut up sheets to, but Gwyn clicked her tongue disapprovingly against the roof of her mouth all the same, shaking her head slowly. Eyes watering, the black wolf shot her a look, muscles taut and bulging beneath his summer coat of fur.

"You think that hurt?" She mocked, slapping his thigh. "That's nothing compared to what's coming. But you begged me for it anyway, so you're sure as hell going through with it now, Flint."

She paused, raising an eyebrow. Just the tip of her tail twitched.

"Unless you're turning chicken and backing out, hm?"

"What?" The wolf snarled and set his jaw, glaring her down. "You didn't back out of your branding and I'm not ducking out here! Since when have I said no? Snarky bitch," he added, tossing out the insult as if it was merely an afterthought.

Gwyn grinned, batting her mascara-laden eyelashes at him.

"That wasn't even the tightest band. I still need to get the emasculator on yet, so you have far more fun to come. Wouldn't want you not being able to cum with a band that's too tight crushing the cord, after all."

Winking, she put a finger secretively to her lips.

"That comes after."

Groaning, Flint squirmed and did his best to keep still as the feline's paws stroked his shaft so beautifully. Knowing it was going to be his last orgasm made everything all the more tantalising as she selected the metal emasculator from the rickety wooden bedside table; little of the furniture in the private part of his home was anything to talk about. She slipped the clamp around his balls below the band, though didn't press for the blade to slice in just yet. The bare light bulb overhead shone glaringly on the metal and she caught herself entranced by just how it glinted off the blade. Such a small, sharp blade... She wondered what it would feel like slicing into her own skin.

As she pumped his shaft with greater determination and less finesse, the wolf caught her wrist, stopping her.

"Binding," he panted as the cool metal touched his sack. "I want you to bind them just after I've cum. Tight."

Gwyn raised an eyebrow.

"I should be able to arrange that for you. But you won't be able to cum if it's bound beforehand. The timing will have to be perfect."

"Too much of a challenge for you?"

Gwyn hissed.

"Never."

The clamp of the emasculator settled itself more firmly around the neck of his sack, perfectly poised to deliver the final slice that would sever his balls from his body. Skillfully hooking two more bands over the top, Gwyn winked as she assured him that he would have the binding bite that he craved before all came to an abrupt end.

With his fate imminent, it was all the wolf could do to not ejaculate right then and there and, against himself, he struggled to hold off. Erotic pleasure curled through his mind and he gasped for breath, heart beat pounding a dull beat against his ear drums that could not possibly be held off. Gwyn's paw moved quicker as she purred, begging for his cum with an unrelenting, predatory gaze locked on his.

What wolf could have resisted the feline's lure?

"So close..." Flint growled, twisting his head back and forth as he bared his teeth. "I'm..."

He clenched his teeth, unable to hold back as he let out a strangled howl, cock spurting with the last load of virile semen it would ever deliver. His cock juddered with the force of his orgasm, head spinning, and he thought for a horrible second that she wasn't going to have the guts to go through with it.

And then the bands snapped tight - far tighter than the first - compressing the cord that would have delivered his semen down his aching shaft. Howling, pleasure entwined itself with pain and the bands sucked in, drawing the neck of his sack impossibly narrow, the emasculator poised and ready.

He felt the cool of the blade before the pain seared through him and then his balls were dropping to the bed, blood wetting his fur and the bed. The light thump of his balls hitting the bed was oddly less than what he'd been expecting and he writhed with his paws clamped over his muzzle, pain rolling through him in ever increasing waves. But it was what he'd wanted and, if anything, the loss of his jewels heightened his orgasm, sending his head spinning into further fits of ecstasy.

Using the emasculator as it'd been designed, Gwyn tightened the clamp with paws that only shook a little to ensure he would not face a sad demise of bleeding out as his fantasy came to an end. Safe in the knowledge that she had done her bit, she curiously splayed her fingers over his testicles, the bands still attached. Like a furry purse, his lightly furred sack with only a tiny drop of blood at the severed neck proved so perfect in its separation that it was all the kitty could do to not shove her fingers between her thighs and bring herself to climax, following Flint in suit.

Coming down from his orgasmic high, the wolf had to face reality and groaned as the afterglow melted into a dull, throbbing pain ricocheting up from his crotch. On the forums they'd perused, many males had taken the easy way out and used a local anaesthetic to be castrated, but he hadn't wanted to wimp out in front of Gwyn. As the feline snuggled up against him, tail flicking, he panted harshly, smiling the best he could.

He'd made the right call.

"How do you feel without your balls, wolf?" She purred, resting her head on his chest as she played with his discarded orbs. "Was the last orgasm with them worth it?"

Head lolling to the side, Flint caught her lips in a deep kiss, grasping the back of her head so that she couldn't escape. Mewling into the unexpected embrace, Gwyn struggled for a moment and then relaxed, arms slipping around him as the castrated wolf told her without words just how much he'd appreciated her fulfilling his fantasy with him. His cum glistened on his thigh, the last true seed he would ever spill, but another kind of climax entirely would be available to him in the future. If he was up for another kind of kink, that was.

Words were always good to hear too and she got just what she wanted when they broke the kiss, breathless and panting and, somehow, still horny.

"Hell yeah!"

Flint grinned.

"This feels like being alive!"

And with such an experience behind them, what more could the couple-not-couple have wanted?