The Ball Duo: The Ball Duo Prepares for the Caper

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Ball Fantasy: The Ball Duo Prepares For The Caper

I settled into my small room and began to think over what we were 
planning on doing.  Until this point in my life, the kinky thing I 
had ever done was let a guy impale me up the butt.  Now I was 
considering cutting off the 'prime meat' of a man.  I would be 
talking with a guy in few days that would give up those balls to Jim 
and me.  He'd never have kids, only achieve erections through 
hormones, and never have the feel of his sack swinging loosely in a 
warm shower.

It was looking more and more as if I would give up on our meeting 
with this guy Jim had met.  The more I thought about it, the more I 
imagined some fat, over-feed, hick that just happens to have 
internet access showing up.  I figured he would look me over, say 
something like, "Can I get a piece of that.  You know, before I lose 
the ability."  Then he'd roll all over me for all of five minutes 
before moaning and telling me how great I was.  We would set a time 
and he'd disappear only to change his screen name and never contact 
us again.  

Naturally, with thoughts of some 'Hillbilly John' wanting his 
alleged last time to be with me started to give me a sour taste in 
my mouth.  I had read several more castration stories and found them 
exciting, both sexually and mentally.  I started to think about 
drawing the guy's balls before, during and after the operation.  At 
this point, I had decided there would be no way in the world that 
'Hillbilly John' would turn out to be like the hunks described in 
all these stories.  As exciting as they are, I couldn't see some guy 
with hard pecs, a firm stomach, tight butt, and titanic sized arms 
deciding one day to give up his balls.  I mean, what does a guy do, 
say "Darn, my Speedo doesn't show my muscles enough, I think if I 
have my balls cut off, I can get a smaller Speedo and show more 
mass"?  I figured that idea was a croc.

I called Jim and we met once again to talk about who I learned had a 
screen name of 'BigOnesCutEasy' at some off the wall internet 
connection.  It didn't take long for me to figure out that Jim was a 
little skeptical too.

We met at the art lab where I had to review some questions before an 
exam.  "Hey girl," Jim started.  "I can't wait for the big day.  
It's only three days to go.  How you feeling?"

"I don't know.  Are you sure this is a good idea to meet this guy 
and all?" I questioned Jim with the hope that he would at least see 
my point.

"Why not?  We have some basic information about the guy.  He's 
meeting us at an open location.  And, he's the one who has to wear 
the suit."

We had agreed to have 'BigOnesCutEasy' meet us at a local fast food 
joint.  He would also have the additional burden of being easily 
identifiable to us by wearing a black suit.  Jim felt like the guy 
should interview with us.  He wanted the whole thing conducted like 
a job interview.  The escape was simple, if the guy turned out to be 
the overweight slob looking for an easy screw with me or trying to 
get his kink out through us, we could leave.  He'd never know us 
from any other couple.

"What if he's a cop, or some axe murderer?"  I glanced back at the 
test questions for the exam and then back to Jim.

"So what if he's a cop.  He's the one who asked us to cut his balls 
off.  We're not taking any money.  If he's an axe murderer, we've 
got that covered by meeting at the fast food joint, meeting him at 
the motel, and having my twenty-two handy."

Smiling, "That's great Jim.  Did Eastwood ever carry a twenty-two?  
I don't think so.  He carried one of those big guns."
"Just don't worry.  It's all worked out.  We'll at least meet the 
guy.  We'll judge it all from that point forward.  Okay?" He smiled 
that confident smile, and walked briskly out of the room before I 
could protest further.

It was no time at all until we were to meet.  Jim and I dressed 
casually for the meeting.  We wore jeans, tennis shoes, and T-shirts 
with no representation of our university at all.

At ten after the meeting time, I looked at Jim over our sandwiches 
and drinks.  "He isn't coming," I said with a short smile.  "It was 
a nice fantasy while it lasted, but face it, the guy isn't coming.  
I told you this guy would back out."

A man walked through the door wearing a black suit.  He looked 
nervously around the burger joint and stood near the entrance.  I 
could tell he was nervous, maybe even having second thoughts.  But 
he wasn't getting away, Jim was already up and moving toward the 
door where the man stood.

The guy didn't look bad.  He had a medium build, sandy brown hair, 
which almost seemed like it could be black except for sun fading, 
square shoulders and stood about 5' 10".  This was not the type of 
man I wanted to be a part of cutting his balls off.  This was more 
the type of man I wanted to grab his balls while he lay beneath me 
in bed and ride until there was no tomorrow.  I hurried those 
thoughts out of my mind and remembered that Jim was walking back 
with this guy.

"This is Sarah," Jim said and I was thankful we had chose to use 
different names.  James and Sarah whenever this guy was around.  
"She's the artist I told you about."

"Sarah, I'm glad to met you," his voice intoned.  It was a husky, 
manly sounding voice of confidence.

We all sat there looking at each other and I couldn't hold it any 
longer.  I had to know if this guy just wanted to get off or he was 
serious about having his balls cut off.  "So, what led you to 
believe you wanted to follow through with this," I tried to smile 
seductively despite the fact that I had decided not to sleep with 
the guy no matter what.

"I don't know for sure."  He smiled too.  "All I can say for sure is 
it is something I have wanted for a long time.  I used to read the 
stories and have dreams about this.  I shared this with my partner 
and we both had the fantasy.  He wants me to do this to show my 
commitment to him."

'Hold the damn fort,' I thought.  This guy isn't going to want me.  
He won't even want Jim in his 'I might be bi-sexual' sort of way.  
There were two of them.  This would change everything.  We would no 
longer be dealing with just one guy wanting to give up his balls, 
we'd have two.  I looked at Jim (that would be James right now) and 
could see the same expression in his eyes.

"We were under the understanding that you would be alone," Jim said 
almost nervously.  "I'm not sure we're prepared to have you and your 
friend there."

"No, no, no," he stammered.  "He won't be.  In fact he wants no part 
of the actual happenings.  He says that is my fantasy and I should 
live it.  His fantasy starts with the aftermath."  He smiled and 
turned a little red as he looked down.  "Actually, he is already 
picking out clothes he wants to see me in."

Jim glanced at me and I gave the go ahead nod to him.  "Okay," he 
said.  "It will still be on our terms.  We will meet you here, drive 
you in a friend of ours car to a motel.  You'll register in your 
name.  We'll go in, do it and leave you there to recover.  You can 
then contact your man to pick you up."

"Okay, that sounds good," he said almost too quickly for my taste.  
"I have some valium I will take prior to the procedure.  That stuff 
always knocks me almost out.  And, I have some local anesthetic I 
want you to use.  Can't stand pain."

"Then why don't you just go to the hospital?"  I asked with a smile. 
 "Why do you need us?"

"That's part of the fantasy.  See, you will take me tie me down, do 
it, untie me and make one call before leaving me.  I have all the 
bandages and stuff you'll need.  The actual method has to be of your 
choosing and I want to ejaculate right before it happens."  He 
blushed red with embarrassment.  I wasn't sure why, in a few days 
his whole world would be hanging out in front of us.

"How do you want to ejaculate?" Jim quizzed with interest not only 
showing in his voice, but also on his face.

"Either one of you or both.  It will be the last time before my 
commitment and I will never be touched again by another female or 
male outside of my lover."

If it all weren't so weird, I'd almost think this was romantic.  The 
guy was giving up his balls for a sign of commitment to his lover.  
I found myself almost wishing a guy would do the same for me.

"Then it is settled," Jim said with excitement in his voice.  "We'll 
met you back here in three days and follow our plan."

"I have one more question," I interjected as the two were standing 
up.  "How do you know you can trust us?"

"I don't," he said matter-of-factly.  "You can call it a leap of 
faith if you want to.  I love my man enough to take the chance."

With that said, he walked away from us and Jim dropped back into his 
chair obviously filled with sexual excitement.  "How do you want to 
do it?"  He asked.

"I want at least two to three Polaroid's of this.  I need them to 
draw from."  Jim made a sick look on his face.  "Then I guess we'll 
take care of his ejaculation however we feel at the time.  As for 
the actual cut, I don't know."

"I was thinking we could make incisions and pull out each testicle 
individually.  It would allow…"

"No," I cut in.  "That I don't want to do.  He," I pointed toward 
the door.  "He wants them off, we are taking them.  I want the sac, 
the balls, cords, everything."

Jim smiled at me and winked,  "You're getting into this, aren't 
you?"
"No, I simply want to do it as quickly as possible, get it on ice 
and get back.  There's no need to take unnecessary risk."

"You're right," he glanced at his watch.  "Well, I gotta run.  I'll 
see you back at school."

He was gone before I could protest that someone sitting near us 
might know the guy and be listening to our conversation.  I didn't 
guess it would matter too much.  On the way back to my room, I 
borrowed an anatomy book from a fellow student.  I figured I'd get a 
head start on my drawings.


Next time:  The Ball Duo continues for the third part of a 
three-part tale.  It's the drive, the room, the choice and what 
you're all waiting for… the cut.  Remember, if you want to see the 
Ball Duo continue after the third promised segment, let me know.  If 
I don't hear from you, I have no way of knowing if this story 
satisfies you.