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The Ball Tax

By: DanielPhoenix



In the not-so-distant future, world "governments" are becoming more and more powerful. Other governments still exist, but they are becoming less and less sovereign as the world government passes more taxes and regulation in the name of "humanitarian progress." The world is becoming more and more like China, in the sense that rights are no longer something everyone is born with, and more like a privilege the government grants you, and it will take it away if it sees it fit for the greater good. This type of utilitarianism creates some problems, particularly for me.

In an attempt to curb population growth, they have placed a tax on owning testicles. This does 2 things. One, it ensures that only those who can afford children have them. This way the government is less responsible for the welfare of children whose parents could not afford them to begin with. Secondly, it reduces population growth in general as even those who could afford kids eventually slip up on their taxes and get their balls taken away anyway, or simply choose to not have kids and get their balls remove to avoid paying the steep tax.

The tax is not progressive, otherwise it would not do a very good job of preventing the poor from having children. Every single male, once they get a job and are eligible to pay taxes, must pay a ball tax of $2500 at the end of the year. The government chooses not to withhold this money like other taxes, because owing it all at the end of the year increases the chances that someone will slip up and not have the money. Now, unlike other taxes where if you don't have the money you can pay it back later and face penalties, the ball tax doesn't work like that. You either have the money, or have your testicles, and the government sees no reasons to give you any slack when you can give up one or the other right there. This also means there are much less back taxes and tax evasion, because anytime an intact male comes up more than $2500 short on any tax, they simply deduct the $2500 and then deduct the balls. This leads to just as many rich men losing their balls as less wealthy man, as the rich man is much more likely to make a mistake with their assets which might put them $2500 behind.

Another side benefit of the policy is the reduction in rape and violent crimes. With so many members of the male-population dis-dismembered, crimes that could be psychologically driven by testosterone are down. Since this proved to be so effective, the government decided to make castration a punishment for such crimes. This proved to be very effective, as it is not only a deterrent against such crimes, but anyone who still commits the crime is quickly corrected and very unlikely to ever do it again. Chemical castration was a common practice for rape in the past, but proved costly because of all the chemicals involved, and enforcement could be difficult. When the regime switched to physically castration, and applied the punishment to more than just rape, crime went way down as well as costs. Physical castration is easy and cheap, especially with the government becoming incredibly efficient at it. Men would try to avoid the castrations of course, but this was no different from avoiding any other type of crime, only much harder with the draconian control and lack of privacy. As a tax evader, you cannot even open a bank account without settling your debt with the government first, and forget trying to get through an airport with unpaid testicles on you.

Other than the obvious side-effect of no longer being able to procreate, one could continue living as a normal male with testosterone injections, but with so many eunuchs in the population desiring to have their former self back, demand for these drugs skyrocketed, huge taxes were put on anything that could increase testosterone, and prices went through the roof. They also made it illegal for insurance to cover the drug, and the market is highly regulated. You would easily have to spend over $10,000 a year on enough male hormones to keep your former self. If you were lucky, you would buy one dose a year around a special occasion such as an anniversary. Even prosthetic testicles were made illegal so that their was no confusion with law enforcement as to who was intact and who was castrated. So as you can see, they have essentially made testosterone a elicit substance, highly controlled, highly taxed, and virtually illegal for all but the richest and most upstanding citizens.

Where I come into the this story, and the epiphany I have in terms of the nature of these policies, is much more complicated than simply committing a crime or messing up my taxes. My story is much more humbling than that. I used to be very apathetic to these laws and way society was changing. I had illusions of sovereignty and rights that my mind could not reject. Since nothing bad ever happened to me, and the government portrayed those effected by the law as delinquents, I never thought twice about defending the rights of those who broke the law. I never fully agreed with these methods, but the brainwashed side of me that saw them as a benefit to society did not abject, and the other side was too apathetic to do anything. I always said there was too much more to life than politics and focused on things that more directly concerned me, such as the interesting sexual relationship I had with my wife, Susan.

Susan and I were never your typical couple. You would not be able to tell from Susan's innocent yet voluptuous college girl look, but she was very sexually liberal, into fucking other guys in as many ways possible, and very much into domination and, to a small extent, humiliation. This is where I came into her life. I was just the type of guy who she could easily control, but still the type of guy she wanted. I was a good-looking guy, about a 9/10, very muscular and raging with hormones as an intact male. Not many men had the physique that I once had, since only a few of them still had their balls. I was smooth talker and good with the ladies, but I could never maintain a relationship because of my borderline micro-penis. Not a true micro-penis by the medical definition, but about 3 1/2 inches when fully erect, and almost buried when completely flaccid. Sexual relations never lasted long, but I had had plenty of sex, however unsatisfying it was for my partner. All I really wanted at this point in my life was a steady relationship. I was tired of the constant rejection and needed some continuity in my life. This is where Susan really got me by the balls.

We started dating and things were going great, and she did not seem to mind my small endowment, but would talk about it and tease me about it all the time. Later on into the relationship, she revealed to me what a swinger she was. She was fucking a lot of other guys, but she made sure I knew and understood this ahead of time so that I did not consider it cheating. Since companionship was what I was looking for, not really sex, and I was a pretty sexually liberal person myself, I got used to this idea. As long as I was the focus of her attention, and I was, and the other guys were mainly there for the sex, I had no problem with this. Eventually, she starting bringing other guys into the bedroom with us. This was awkward at first, especially with my small endowment compared to the other males, but I got over it as I quickly realized that they were merely accessories to her pleasure. Susan was honest with me and told me that my penis could not please her to the extent that she wanted, but that was OK as long as I was OK with her using other males to pleasure her. She assured me that I was the one she had feeling for, and that the other men in the room only enhanced those feelings.

This was working out great for a while, but my penis was getting less and less action. Her other affections still focused on me, but I would be stuck licking her pussy or fondling her breasts and kissing her while the other men got to fuck her in the pussy, mouth, and asshole. I was becoming incredibly sexually frustrated. When she was with the other men, she would grab there 8 and 9 inch cocks with a passion that she would never show my organ. During oral sex she would lick and suck each penis in ways that always made her seem to be perpetually hungry for more. She rarely performed oral sex on me, and when she did it was never with that amount of vigor. Before each time her vagina was penetrated it would puff up in ways that it would never do for me, and the way it stretched around the girth of the other shafts made me envious. It would form a seal that would move in and out with each thrust, keeping in all the juices when they came inside her and spilling out when they pulled away. Before, this made me extremely horny, but since my parts were being denied any attention, I just became more and more frustrated without any release at the end of our sessions. Then there was the anal sex. Susan never permitted me to enter her cute little butthole. I could not even touch it with a finger without her freaking out, but these other men who were 10 times bigger than me made her moan for them to stretch open her ass and double-penetrate her. This was simply becoming too much for me.

I decided to confront her about it, but not until after our next sexual encounter. This time, we were all alone and I was finally going to have my way with her. My balls were swollen from not being able to ejaculate inside of her for so long. I could not withhold my excitement. For the first time in my life it looked like my penis was pumped up to a full four inches. She stripped me naked and strapped me down to the bed. She then began a slow and sensual strip-tease in front of me, gradually taking off each article of clothing. She was completely naked and dancing exotically in front of me, teasing my dick without touching it. I could feel a strong throbbing in my manhood, and my balls felt like they were being pounded on with each beat of my heart. Finally, she reached down and stuck her middle finger into my anus, reached up rubbed my prostate. With that, I climaxed and came all over my stomach as she continued to rub the internal organ. I came so much that it rolled off my abdomen and onto the bed sheets beside me. There must have been a whole cup of semen. When I finally collected my senses, I realized how disappointed she was.

"So that's it, huh?" she rhetorically remarked as I caught my breath.

"I'm sorry honey," I tried to explain through each gasp, "but I was just so horny, and I had never felt anything like that before."

"Listen, I have noticed you becoming less content lately, and I am not pleased with your focus on your own pleasure. Furthermore, I think your skills in other areas have gone downhill since this change in your attitude."

I tried to interrupt to explain my grievances, but she continued, "This might be hard but here's how I see it. I love you and I want to be with you for the rest of my life, but I am simply not interested in that peepee of yours, and I can't stand the idea of you using it to get yourself off. I want to lock you up in a chastity device, where you will remain indefinitely until I decide I would like to play with your little thing and get you off. Otherwise you will keep it on at all times, but to take this to the next level, I want you to marry me. Only as my husband for life will you be locked into this device."

I wanted to protest, but the part of me that wanted to complain about the other men was drowned out by the fact that she was offering me the attention and affection I wanted for life. "Yes," was the only word I could utter. With that, she noticed that my penis was becoming very flaccid and ran to get some ice and a specially fitted chastity device designed just for my tiny prick. She iced it down to speed up the process, then slipped it on and locked it around my balls. Only she had the set of keys, and with my balls as swollen as they still were, there was no way I was getting out of it. My dick was so small when limp that there was not a chance I could stimulate it with how tightly molded to my groin this device was. The tube for my dick was so small that achieving an erection would be impossible, and even if I got a little excited, I could not feel a thing. Susan put rings on our fingers and explained that I would have to urinate sitting down from now on. A few days later, we made our marriage legally official.

I was incredibly happy with Susan, and she was showing more love for me than ever before, though sexual affection became almost non-existent. Part of me did not mind, as I knew I was locked up and of no interest to her, but part of me was extremely sexually frustrated and knew that she could release me and please me. Instead, I spent at least an hour a day licking her pussy and asshole in hopes of pleasing her enough for her to let me out and fondle my little dick. Pussy penetration was out of the question for her, and being locked up had shrunk my dick so much that I was no longer sure if it was possible. Sometimes when she did let me out, she would not even let me come. She would just tickle and flick my dick a little bit and make fun of it, rubbing it between her fingers and calling it my big clitty. Sometimes she would rub and even lick it vigorously and I still could not bring myself to come. It was as if my dick had atrophied from being locked away for so long. When I did come, it was a very intense feeling, but very small and concentrated. I hardly had any semen volume at all, as all the muscles and parts involved in the process were too weak.

Most of the time, she would just milk my prostate with the cage still on. I would get so horny and frustrated that I would begin leaking pre-cum almost perpetually, especially when I was licking pussy all day. It became routine for her to stick devices in my ass to drain my prostate. This led to almost no orgasm, and was more of a numb feeling since I remained locked up as she did it, but milking became my only source of sexual pleasure and relief. She eventually started using electronic devices that would force the muscles to spasm and all my semen would come pouring out at once. This was the closest thing to a real orgasm I could have, but was so quick that it did not have nearly the same amount of pleasure as real sex once had.

Eventually, she started having some of her male friends fuck me up the ass to milk me, while I was forced to watch her get it on with 2 or sometimes 3 other men. I was not gay at all, but watching her do things with those men made me extremely horny, and since anal and prostate stimulation was the only stimulation I could get, I tried to forget there was another man's dick in my ass and just focus the pleasure and feeling to the image of my wife fucking in front of me. It was like my wife was in a porn I was watching while I imagine the feeling behind me was really me jacking off. I got off on this a couple times. It felt great, but not for one second did I think I was turning gay. Each time I came it would make my asshole tighten from the orgasm and it would quickly make the other man come inside of me. The throbbing only intensified the orgasm, but the feeling of his load inside of me was dreadful.

Susan caught on to the fact that I was getting off on this, and she didn't like it one bit. She could tell that I still was losing focus on her, and could not stand that constant milking and the messes I made. That was when she came up with a plan to fix it. You see, I had a part-time job, but I was mostly in charge of domestic duties around the house while Susan worked full-time, made most of the money, and was in charge of all the finances, including . . . our taxes. You can probably see where I am going with this, and you may think that the government would catch a trick like this, but they do not know which spouse actually does the taxes and nor do they care. They will use any excuse to take away a man's hormones. My wife simply paid our taxes exactly $2500 short. When we received warnings and notices about the mistake, she ignored them, and I was completely oblivious that anything was wrong. The officials had already set up a date to come take care of me. When the day finally came, my wife answered the door and two women approached me assuming I knew what was going on. When I did not react, they assumed it was because I was either good citizen or actually had a desire to castrated. When they began to restrain me, I looked over at Susan and said, "Honey, what's going on?" to which she replied, "This is for your own good. Just try to relax."

They stuck we with a needle that began to sedate me. They removed all of my clothing, and Susan came over to remove the chastity device from me. The nurses did not seem to think anything of it. It was as if they dealt with men wearing them every single day. This notion got me thinking and stuck with me for quite a while. They used a metal device to spread my feet apart and prop them up so that they had easy access to my organs. They put a sterile pad underneath me, then they set up and cleaned up for the procedure. Everything had been made an in-home process to keep it quick. Like I said, the government had become incredibly efficient at this. They set me up with an IV to keep me heavily sedated, but I was still awake for the process, and they stuck a needle in each testicle to inject it with a local anesthetic. I do not remember everything clearly since I was heavily sedated, but they cut open my scrotum and remember them giving each ball a very firm tug. As this was happening, I could feel something oozing out of my penis. Everything going on down there was making me come, but I could barely feel it. They clamped off each ball, and with a quick cut they were both gone. They stitched up my now vacant scrotum, and explained all the post-care procedures to Susan. I was out for the next few days as I healed.

When I came to, Susan explained that I would not be needing the chastity device anymore as a eunuch. Part of me wanted to kill for what she had done, but that aggressive side of me was nearly gone. I was just glad to be out of that wretched device, and happy that Susan was there to take care of me. Most of my sexual frustrations and jealousy with her were gone, though I still loved her. I was still very attracted to her and would lick her vagina everyday and enjoyed watching her make love to the other men she would invite over.

Being a eunuch caused my body to go through some changes. I would no longer have to worry about male-pattern baldness, I smelled considerably different and had much less body odor, my muscle mass decreased and I began taking on more fat, hair growth around my body slowed or stopped all together, and after a while I think I started to grow small breasts. Over time, my penis shrunk even more from the hormonal changes in my body. With the extra fat around my pubis, it was completely hidden when flaccid, and when erect (which was hardly ever) it was about an inch when I pulled the skin back. It really did look like a large clit at this point. Susan would still lovingly make fun of it, and I knew she really like it. She really enjoyed my new body in general, and like to play around with my man-clit and empty sack. It felt amazing and was the most stimulation I had in years.

We actually started to become more sexually active after my castration. I was still able to get an erection, but it took a lot more stimulation and focus. It made it that much more special between us, though. Penetration was still out of the question, but she would sometimes let me use a strap-on on her, and sometimes she would use the strap-on on me. As this went on, I began to feel more and more like my old self. My body was starting to produce more testosterone naturally, just as women can produce testosterone without testicles, and some of the changes I mentioned earlier were started to become undone. I thought this was great since I was starting to see a glimpse of my old sex life, but Susan became distraught by this once again. She was especially upset when I started masturbating and making messes again. She had no interest in getting the old me back and decided to do something about it.


The Ball Tax



One morning, she very clearly and concisely stated that, "Since your castration is not going quite as we planned, we are going to have to take counter measures. I would lock you back up in the chastity device, but you no longer have those huge balls to help keep it in place and even if you did, your dick is so much smaller now that it has nothing to hold on to. What you have is an out of control clit that shoots cum everywhere. I have let you have some fun for a while, and it has been an interesting experience for me also, but it is time to get back on track. Your testosterone levels are increasing again, and we are going to offset that with female hormones."

I could not believe my ears. She was not going to give me a chance. She basically wanted to turn me into a woman. I had no choice but to take the cocktail of hormones she prepared for me each day. All the effects I mentioned earlier came back, plus my frame and build was changing completely. I was gaining more fat, and becoming more curvy like a woman. My voice was getting higher, and my dick kept getting smaller. I could still get it up sometimes, but I could almost never come. She let me play with it all I wanted, as this amused her and her lovers, but I could not bring myself to orgasm. Then one night I felt a surge come through me and I felt my clit finally come. It was very intense and painful, but felt like nothing I had ever felt before. Thin streams of semen poured out of my clit. When it was all over, my wife was very disappointed. She quickly changed her attitude, smiled and said, "It seems your urethra has gotten extremely narrow from all these changes you've gone through. I think we'll need to do a urethral reroute to avoid any complications."

I heard a fair amount of concern in her tone, and assumed she was not angry about my coming without permission. She said we would go to the hospital to get it taken care of. She made the appointment and had me sign off on the release forms. I thought it slightly strange that she could do all this from our home computer, but everything seemed to be arranged. About a week later I went into the hospital for the operation. It seemed similar to the one I had right before I had my testicles removed. They put my legs up in stirrups and heavily sedated me but did not put me under. During the surgery, I realized they were doing much more than a urethral reroute. They were pricking dick with local anesthetic, and a lot of it. I felt almost everything go numb. I felt the knife go deep into me and cut very far down. They were performing a radical penectomy. I barely had any external penis left anyway, and they were going in and removing everything from the root of my penis. My wife was turning me into a woman, and not even using what was left of my dick to create a fake vagina or even a clit. She knew that as long as my penis was there in some sense, I would always have a desire for some kind of sexual pleasure. They took everything and made no attempt to save any of the nerves. In fact, they made sure they were severed. They removed my prostate and cut any nerves around it also, just to make sure I could not feel any prostate stimulation or ejaculate or even leak ever again. The only thing they did not take was scrotum. Susan has a plan for my scrotum. With a minor touch-up surgery they tucked into my pubis just a little bit so that I had inner and outer labia. They put the urethral reroute in between. They essentially gave me a fake external vagina, but no hole. I just had a piss hole in the middle like a girl.

It turns out she did it for her lovers who got a kick out of fucking me in the ass. They had no interest in fucking a fake vagina, and she had no interest in allowing me to feel any pleasure, so she made an asshole out of me. She likes the fake pussy lips because they make me look more like a woman and make her men feel like they are fucking a woman, even though there's no pussy to penetrate. Now I watch my wife make love to hung studs, while I get fucked up the ass, and as much as I would like to say I hate it, I have to try to enjoy it in hopes of at least getting a little pleasure out of watching my wife fucking. Part of me hates her, but part of me still loves her, and that is the part of me that she loves back, so it is the only part of myself that I show. She still loves me, and does show tons of affection for me, though not in the bedroom. Now I'm more of a sexless lesbian woman than I am a man. I am only a man genetically, but that does not matter anymore.

Months later, my wife decides that she wants to have children. She never wanted to have children with me, and even if she did now that was obviously out of the question. All she really wanted was to get impregnated by one of her studs. As her "wife" I would still be responsible for raising the children with her as lesbian mothers. I would responsible for them both emotionally and financially, but would not be the genetic father. She insists that the children would never know that I'm not really a woman, and that they would never learn of her sexual affairs. I really had no choice in the matter. She was going to get pregnant and I was going to help raise the kids. I always hoped to one day be a parent, but not like this.

As things became more stable between us, especially with the children, I began to notice a pattern. Every single one of the males she ever slept with, except me, worked for the government. They were all police officers, government doctors, senators, etc. This was when I had my epiphany. All this regulation was never about population control or curbing the societal side effects of testosterone. It was always about keeping those who had power in power and keeping those below them in line. Police and other higher officials never had their balls taken away, while almost every single other male in the population would be castrated by the age of 30. No matter how much of an upstanding citizen they were, if they did not have power in the government, they would get them on some technicality or make up some criminal charge. This way only people in the government had a right to mate and produce offspring, while all the eunuchs in society literally did not have the balls to do anything about it. It was all just a method of control. Not every couple in the world were as open about it as Susan and I were, but every single man was a cuckold getting his wife boned by someone of high authority. Every single child was the prodigy of those in power, while we took on the burden of raising their kids. Susan did not seem to mind. She was in on it all along.

THE END.