#castration tw

[loveofdetail]

nobody is talking about how orin taunts you by claiming she castrated gale

but if you are partnered with him:

[dean-interrupted]

more of closeted transfem dean coming back from hell terrified of any kind of feminization: alastair manipulating dean’s body to give him a womb after castrating him, and forcing him to carry his demonic child, with all the pain involved—then aborting/killing the fetus at the very end of the pregnancy. eventually making dean eat it? dean thinks of himself as a mother in some way, to sam at least, and i believe he would have fantasies of having a child of his own, nursing, caring, and alastair knows how to use every single one of dean’s desire to torture him

[allegedly-human]

The urologist's secretary handing me my appointment paper: I love [my first name] that's a very pretty name. I would've chosen it if I had a boy. But I only had two daughters... 😔

Me just trying to know whether I'll need to get my left ball cut off or not:

[syscord-out-of-context]

[noctumsolis]

Along the edges and trails through the desert, denied the fertile banks of the Ŋamuĥ river, live the Horur—the were-lions. An ancient and proud race with a rich but fractured culture of small villages, nomadic prides and lone ruram—bardic pariahs.

Horur are not naturally inclined to congregate in numbers much beyond two dozen, preferably fewer. Where they do form communities of such size, large enough to feel it worth settling somewhere, most in that group are female. Among the adults is often only one male and never more than three. But there are not so few male cubs, nor do they often fail to reach adulthood. The paucity of adult males is a consequence of Horur social dynamics and deeply rooted instinct.

Upon reaching adulthood the male must leave his pride and either seek out another or, less often, establish one anew with members drawn from other prides. He can not simply join a pride but must attempt to oust a present male and take over his position. To do so he must enter combat—usually ritual combat—with the male he would usurp. The defeated combatant, if he survives, must choose either execution or to become ruram—the only permissable role left to him in Horur tradition.

Ruram are castrated, outcast male werelions. No pride will accept ruram as members, nor permit one to dwell among them for long. Yet the ruram may be assured of brief, perhaps grudging, hospitality wherever he wanders because the ruram are the chord binding the scattered prides into something greater than themselves; a culture.

Ruram are the minstrels and bards of the Horur. They spread music and stories from pride to pride and bring news to every isolated village. They go via the trails of migrating beasts, meeting each other to exchange information and parting enriched. Whatever common thread runs through Horur culture has been woven by ruram.

It is a lonely life and a dangerous one, for the Horur's ancient foe will gladly pick off any solitary were-lion. It is they, the Ŋaoŋahĥ, were-hyenas, whose matriarchal civilization spans the length of the Ŋamuĥ. Yet, despite the dangers, ruram wander the sandy regions between Horur prides and Ŋaoŋahĥ cities. Though gelded and outcast, burdened with shame and pity, ruram are still Horur and will not shrink from danger. A bronze blade offers good protection and few Ŋaoŋahĥ patrols, even fewer wanderers, carry the gilt weapons that make equal threat.

Title: Under a Laughing Moon

[gojou-violin]

Pegging juuzo😍😍😍

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO PEGGING JUUZO WOOOOOOOOOOO

Putting him on his back and being real gentle w him 🥺 yeah, he’s the type to wanna be rough from time to time cuz he can take it, but there’s something special to me about showing juuzi what love is like in that way. So just telling him to keep his legs up while you press on his thighs, gently pushing into him, kissing him, telling him how handsome and perfect he is for you. Him shaking as he’s about to cum, and he’s so nervous cuz he doesn’t know what’s happening to him. If we’re taking into account the manga, he can’t ejaculate exactly, so it’s somewhat of a dry orgasm. You just coo and tell him it’s okay, helping him through it the best you can as he moans and shudders under you 🥰

[matchstickmobster]

[ Warnings: Torture, blood, gore, castration ]

Most business owners and associates tended to think that Reno being an easy going guy meant they could be just as easy going with stiffing him in business. Like being ‘easy going’ also meant he was an easy mark, which of course, forced him to make special examples to remind them that they had certain obligations owed to him.

He’d only had to make a public message once before. That’d been bad business, but his switch from friendliness to calm and calculated violence had shocked all the parties involved - so much so he hadn’t even had to do much and he still came out of that mess with a reputation as a genial wild-card. His relations with those business owners had never quite been the same, but they’d been wonderfully cooperative ever since. It was a good trade-off in his books. But this time, this message was going to be a hard one.

He had never actually done anything like this before. At most he’d roughed someone up. Maybe cut a few fingers off. Sliced up a man’s back or broke a leg. He’d even participated in a few discipline lynchings against other members who wanted to leave the gang or needed to be reminded their place.

What he’d never done was never strap a man down with the intention of putting the hurt in him so badly that the crazy went into him. He’d seen it- once before, many years ago when he was holding the Boss’ coat and everyone had forgotten that he was even there.

There was this one guy that Nagant and previous underbosses went to when they wanted to get some real dirty work done. A professional that knew what he was doing with the coldness of a guy who didn’t even have the emotion to get off on it later. The sort that was a little broken- like a fridge that froze everything together. That’d been an interesting night that Reno couldn’t forget- even if he’d wanted to.

It’d been real educational.

Reno stared down at Shin- The crying, sweaty brotherhood associate they’d dragged from the car to the warehouse. The same man who’d hired a group of common thugs to rob a select chain of businesses under Nagant’s ownership to cover up his own dirty fingertips sneaking into funds that should have been given to the Boss.

When he’d rebound Shin to the chair, he’d strapped his fat arms to the wide metal armrests at the sides, palm down. It made things a lot easier when Reno drew a balisong out of his pocket and cut off the man’s smallest finger. It rolled off and bounced a few times as it hit the floor and disappeared underneath the seat.

The red-head mulled over his choices, spreading various items out on the concrete floor. Pliers. Wire. Hand drill. Some of those little dental tools. He waited for the screaming to stop and for Shin to pay attention again, gesturing to one of the enforcers Nagant had put under his leadership. They grabbed the bound man by the jaw and forced him to watch Reno as he picked up his choice.

“Oh, don’t worry. You’ll be alive, if you really wanna call it living. I read some history books a few years back, real brutal shit. Capital punishments n’ stuff. You wouldn’t believe how popular castration was- ‘cept earlier on, it pretty much resulted in death because the most complicated tools they ever used were these big ol’ rocks. So, I asked around about what actual vets and like farmers do since that’s pretty common in their line of work. Banding and cutting has too high a chance of havin’ the animal bleed out, requires too steady a hand and even if the person doin’ it’s got experience, one wrong move can pretty much screw up the whole process. That’s why they made this type of device… to crush the blood vessels. The worst that happens is serious nerve damage, if sterility isn’t completely induced during the procedure.”

He turned the metal pliers-like device this way and that, opening and closing the head by squeezing the hand grips. Letting the horror sink in and savoring how Shin’s little lizard brain was clearly beginning to spiral into a panic.

“Do you know why doctors opt out for the more invasive surgical procedure rather than use one’a these little beauties on a human patient? While the risks of blood loss and infection are low, this burdizzo causes blunt force trauma to the spermatic cords- Which are thickly wrapped in nerve fibres. And we don’t got no anesthesia, so… Let’s just say you’re in for a bad time.”

By the time he’d finished working on Shin, Reno had certainly built up a bit of a sweat. Dropping the castration tool on the ground, he pushed himself to his feet and took out a handkerchief to wipe at his forehead and the nape of his neck.

“I’d say that went well. Ya satisfied, Boss?” he asked, pivoting on his heel to meet Nagant’s piercing gaze.

“I can always cut off his hands and tongue if you want, but… I don’t think he’ll be runnin’ to the authorities anytime soon. I suppose it’d be the safer option, though it’s yer call.”

“Please-” the crumpled, huddled mass of bruised and bleeding flesh sobbed.

“Please…”

Reno stooped to one knee, cradling the back of Shin’s neck almost gently- Smiling even. Then he sliced off an ear and fed it to one of the big-ass slathering dogs, held inches away on heavy chains by the other members of his family.

The only family he’d ever need.

[silvershewolf247]

All the talk about Game of Thrones house Bolton flaying from the CSA podcast, and the theme of Don being emasculated in the episode, has led to me becoming more and more convinced, Martin cut off his dick