The Golfing Fiasco: A Brother-Sister Accidental Neutering

Tristan had just finished packing a bag when he heard his sister, Zoey, beeping her horn in their parents’ driveway.

Zoey, already a famous golf pro in her early twenties, was very close with her little brother. They’d always shared the same friend group since they were only a year apart. She had planned a long weekend to celebrate both his graduation from college as well as his 21st birthday.

“Heyyyy, little bro!” she yelled from her Audi as Tristan came outside

“Hey!” Tristan said, waving.

He could see their mutual friends, Sarah and Justin, were in the car as well, waving from the back seats. As he got in, everyone wished him a happy birthday. Sarah even squeezed his shoulders from the backseat, which made him blush. He’d had the biggest crush on her for the longest time, but never had the balls to tell her how he felt.

Tristan and Zoey’s mom, an attractive woman in her mid-fifties named Evelyn, came outside as well.

“Listen,” she said, leaning in through Zoey’s window. “Have fun, but be responsible. Do NOT drink and drive, you understand me?”

Everyone nodded. Evelyn looked directly at Zoey.

“You’re the oldest,” she said. “Keep Tristan safe, got it?”

Tristan groaned, embarrassed by the implication he needed his sister to babysit him.

“Got it,” Zoey said, giving their mom a sarcastic salute.

An hour later, they arrived at the beach house Zoey had rented for the long weekend. It was next to a world-class golf course. The plan was to spend the next few days eating, drinking, golfing, sunbathing, and partying.

After dinner, they went to a club where they drank and danced for hours. Zoey took notice of the way Tristan and Sarah kept looking at each other longingly. She had been worried for a while now about their obvious and growing attraction to each other. She worried the dynamic of the group would change if Sarah and her brother ended up dating.

After returning to the beach house and having some snacks, Justin made a declaration.

“I have an amazing idea!” he yelled, slurring his words. “Let’s go down to the beach!”

They put on their bathing suits and walked down to a beach illuminated by moonlight. After sitting in the sand and drinking for a while, Justin made another declaration.

“You guys! I have another amazing idea!” he yelled. “Let’s go skinny dipping!”

“Yeah, right,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes.

Justin leapt to his feet with surprising speed and grace for someone who was both very overweight as well as very intoxicated. Without hesitation, he pulled down his swim trunks.

Tristan, Zoey and Sarah burst out laughing. Justin did not seem to have one iota of shyness about being nude.

“Alright, fuck it!” Sarah said.

Tristan’s eyes became saucers as he watched Sarah stand up and pull down her swim bottoms and then remove her top as well.

“Welp, I guess we’re doing this,” Zoey said, and she stood up and started removing her bathing suit.

Tristan stood up and was awkwardly quiet.

“Come on, Tristan!” Justin said. “Don’t be shy, my man!”

“Yeah, come on, Tristan,” Sarah said. “Let’s see that birthday suit, birthday boy.”

“My sister’s here,” Tristan mumbled sheepishly.

“I won’t look,” Zoey said. “Trust me, I don’t wanna see that. And don’t you look at me, either.”

Justin and Sarah started chanting his name: “Tris-tan! Tris-tan! Tris-tan!”

Tristan blushed. His heart was pounding. Even drunk, the peer pressure felt awful. He knew how lame he’d look if he was the only one who wouldn’t strip, and he didn’t want Sarah to think he was boring or that he had a small dick, because he didn’t.

“Fuck it,” Tristan said.

He took a deep breath and yanked his swim trunks down to his ankles. Zoey threw her hands up, averted her eyes, and feigned vomiting noises.

“Hoorayyyyy!” Sarah yelled. “And … wow!”

Tristan blushed even harder. He hoped to God he didn’t get hard down there. Sarah’s nakedness wasn’t helping with that.

“We swim!” Justin screamed.

The four of them took off running towards the ocean. Justin made it about twenty feet before he wiped out and ate beach. Tristan, Zoey and Sarah collapsed into the water, howling with laughter as Justin retched a mouthful of wet sand. They swam in the warm water under the stars for a long time.

“You guys,” Justin finally said.

“Another amazing idea?” Zoey asked.

“Yes,” Justin said. “Come with me, and leave your bathing suits behind.”

They walked along the beach, but first Justin ran back to the house and came running back with one of Zoey’s golf clubs and a backpack full of beer and golf balls.

“What are you doing with my club?” Zoey asked. “And where are we going anyway?”

“Hear me out!” Justin said. “Naked, nighttime golf. We’ll sneak onto the golf course and play golf under the stars. It will be amazing!”

“Ohhhh, fun,” Sarah said.

“And why do we have to be naked for that?” Zoey asked.

“Because it’s fucking hilarious,” Justin said.

Minutes later, they walked onto the fourth hole of the golf course. There was no fence, no security, nothing. It was dark as hell because there no lights. Justin dropped a golf ball onto the teeing area and took a swing at it with Zoey’s driver. He missed completely, lost his balance, and stumbled for almost twenty feet before finally falling flat on his face while his friends rolled with laughter.

Zoey was up next. Tristan averted his eyes, not wanting to see his sister naked and with her legs spread. Sarah walked over to Tristan and handed him a beer. He said thank you but tried not to look at her breasts or anything else. She noticed his fidgety expression and grinned. She thought it was cute how shy he was about her being naked and in his personal space.

Zoey swung her driver and there was a deafening CRACK followed by a loud WHOOSH. The ball flew away like a bullet.

“Show off!” Sarah yelled.

Zoey shrugged. “What can I say, bitches? I’m a pro.”

They played through the fourth hole, drinking, laughing, and occasionally running from sprinklers that seemed to turn on and off at random. Finding their balls was difficult since the moon beginning to move behind the trees.

In the teeing area of hole five, Tristan went first. He dropped his golf ball onto the ground, planted his feet shoulder width apart, and carefully lined up the driver. Zoey looked away, but Sarah watched closely, mesmerized not only by Tristan’s muscles undulating during his swing, but also by his sizable penis helicoptering around.

Crack!

The ball sailed away, and Tristan suddenly felt a pretty urgent pressure in his bladder. He handed the club to Justin.

“I need to go find a spot to pee,” he said.

Tristan walked about thirty or forty feet ahead of them and looked for a nice big tree to hide behind so he could take a piss. It didn’t take long to find one.

“Ahhhhh,” he said.

It felt so good to relieve himself after all those beers, but he started feeling really drunk on the way back. The moon was now fully hidden behind the trees and he could barely see a thing.

Zoey dropped her golf ball onto the ground and lined up her driver. She was very drunk, so she tried to focus entirely on the white ball on the ground and nothing else. She didn’t notice her little brother walking towards her. She didn’t hear his bare feet in the grass, and none of them could see very much anymore unless it was right in front of them.

Suddenly Tristan was close enough that he could see Zoey, but he was so inebriated that it looked like there were two of her. He stood there for a moment, squinting, trying to eliminate the double vision.

He felt a little wobbly and widened his stance so he wouldn’t topple over. His large, low hanging balls were dangling about an inch lower than his penis. Less than ten away, Zoey swung the club with all her might.

CRACK!

The golf ball left the ground and hit Tristan right in the balls at just over 150 miles per hour. His balls slapped against his own body, and the ball just kept on going. Tristan’s eyes turned into saucers and all the air rushed out of his lungs.

“Oh, fuck!” Zoey yelled. “Where did you even come from?!”

Tristan didn’t respond. His central nervous system went into shock and he collapsed onto his back, unable to breathe.

“Tristan!” Sarah screamed.

They ran to his side. His mouth was agape in a silent scream. His neck veins bulged.

“Tristan, where did it hit you?!” Zoey yelled.

Tristan didn’t even register the question. The pain in his balls was all-consuming. It felt like his sister’s golf ball had turned them into paste.

“You hit his balls, Zoey!” Sarah yelled hysterically. “His balls! Didn’t you see him?!”

Zoey gasped and they all looked at Tristan’s genitals. It was dark but they could see that something weird was happening. His cock was quickly becoming long and hard as the pain and stress drove his blood pressure through the roof. Then it began to throb, shooting ropes all over his abdomen.

“Whoa,” Justin said. “That’s … not good.”

Tristan was suddenly to breathe again, and he wailed as he ejaculated. The contractions down there were involuntary and extremely painful. It was as if his broken reproductive system was just going totally haywire and coughing up whatever it had.

Tristan raised his head and looked down at his stomach. Even in the dark, he could see that his cum wasn’t the right color. It should have white, but it was bright crimson red. He passed out, the back of his head dropping silently into the grass.

“We need an ambulance!” Zoey screamed.

………………………

It had been an awkward Saturday morning so far in the hospital. Evelyn was livid with Zoey and wasn’t hiding it. Tristan was lying in a hospital bed in a light blue gown, moaning and muttering in his sleep. Sarah was by his side, and there was an IV pumping some powerful pain meds into his arm. Justin had gone home.

Dr. Moore, a surgeon in his late fifties, walked in and put an X-ray of Tristan’s genitals up on the backlit X-ray film illuminator. Evelyn looked at it and gasped. It was clear from the image that Tristan’s testicles were severely injured. The right testicle looked like an orb that had broken into three smaller chunks that were only partially connected to each other. The left testicle looked even worse because it was split into at least five smaller pieces.

“As you can see,” Dr. Moore said, pointing at Tristan’s balls on the X-rays, “Tristan’s testicles have basically shattered.”

Tristan began mumbling in his sleep: “Please … quiet … have to … exams … have to … study.”

“Oh, you poor thing,” Sarah said, stroking his arm. “You don’t even know where you are.”

“Will they heal?” Evelyn asked. “Or can you, I don’t know, like, fix them?”

“I’m afraid not,” Dr. Moore said. “The damage is too severe. We’ll need to remove both testicles surgically.”

……………………

On Monday morning, Tristan was lying in his hospital bed, recovering from his double orchiectomy. Both of his testicles had been surgically removed and replaced with silicone-filled testicular implants that were purely aesthetic in nature. Dr. Moore pulled up a chair and sat down next to him.

“So, how are you feeling?” he asked.

Tristan shrugged. “Okay, I guess.”

“Do you have any questions?”

Tristan thought about it. “Um. Will I still be able to…” He trailed off, too shy to ask what he wanted to ask.

“Will you still be able to … have an orgasm?” Dr. Moore said.

Tristan nodded.

“Yes,” Dr. Moore said. “A man can still experience orgasms after a double orchiectomy. While the testicles are responsible for producing sperm and the majority of testosterone, the physical ability to climax is controlled by the central nervous system and other pelvic organs. The neurological response remains intact, meaning climax and the physical sensations of an orgasm can still occur. Now, the sudden drop in testosterone can severely impact libido and the ability to get an erection. However, testosterone replacement therapy is highly effective at restoring these functions to normal levels. It might take a little while, but once you get started on the testosterone replacement, you should be able to get an erection and you should be able to have orgasms again.”

Tristan nodded.

………………………….

Six months later, life after losing his balls actually wasn’t so bad. Tristan and Sarah were lying in Tristan’s bed together. They’d been dating for a few months now, things were going well at work, and Tristan’s panic attacks any time somebody mentioned golf were finally beginning to subside.

Netflix was playing in the background, but they weren’t watching. They were naked under the blanket. Sarah was stroking him while they kissed. After a while, he got an erection.

“You’re getting hard so much faster,” she said. “That’s a good sign!”

Tristan smiled. He loved having Sarah as his girlfriend. She had been so supportive, helping him with his recovery and all the pain he went through both before and after the surgery.

She pushed Tristan over, onto his back, and mounted him. Tristan moaned as she slowly lowered her vagina onto his cock. Then she slowly started rocking back and forth on it while they looked into each other’s eyes.

Then, suddenly, Tristan’s mouth became agape.

“Oh!” Tristan said. “I’m…”

His eyes started rolling back.

Sarah’s eyes lit up. “Are you…?”

“Ohhhhh!” Tristan said.

She grabbed his face and started kissing him.

“Cum for me, Tristan,” she said, rocking a little harder. “Please cum for me.”

She reached back and squeezed his balls, the fake ones. She squeezed them as hard as she could—something she’d always enjoyed doing but her past boyfriends couldn’t handle it.

“Ohhhh fuuuck,” Tristan said, his cock now throbbing inside of her. “Oh my god!”

He began to have a dry but toe-curling orgasm, the first one he’d had since losing his balls.