You’ve been waiting for this moment. Begging for it, really. A chance to serve Agatha with everything you have, and now that chance is finally here. But we both know that cock of yours has been getting in the way. Always twitching, always distracting you from your purpose. We explain how much more focused and useful you’d be if you were just one tight, obedient hole. Something softer, smoother, more manageable. We talk about how much more attractive you’d look if that useless junk between your legs was gone. Castrated. Emasculated. Reduced to nothing but a submissive toy, devoted entirely to serving. As we slide on our latex gloves, we pull out the gelding tool and get to work, snipping away that pesky distraction. It is quick. It is simple. And the result? Beautiful. You look better already. No cock. No balls. Just purpose. Just obedience. One hole, one mission. Us.
