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His RV was all set up for the operations Years ago, he had spent a 
small fortune equipping his vehicle for this purpose. Everything - 
lights, specially designed operating table, straps, video camera, 
television screen, instrument case, drug and antiseptic cabinets – 
could all be folded away and stored seamlessly after he was done. 
He had once had law enforcement types look his RV over, with the 
result that the “complaint” against him had been dropped. He sat in 
a chair in his surgical gown and gloves awaiting his patients. With 
surveillance cameras, he was able to watch the area around his RV 
for intruders or unwelcome guests.
Outside, a car pulled up. Three young men got out, then, 
unexpectedly, a fourth, a boy, emerged from the rear seat of the 
car. They walked slowly to the RV. The leader knocked on the door, 
twice as instructed. They were here, waiting to be admitted. He 
smiled and opened the door. The leader gave the correct password. 
The four came inside, hesitantly taking seats on the bench that ran 
along the side. “Do you have the money?” he asked. The tall young 
man shook his head yes and produced a brown paper bag. He counted 
the crisp hundred dollar bills. As agreed, there were forty-five of 
them, payment in full in advance for his services. He opened the 
wall safe, placed the bills inside, closed the door and twirled the 
dial. “Now,” he asked, “Who’s first?” The leader said “I am.” “What 
is your name?” “James.” The other two were named Stan and Steve. 
The boy was Gary. “Why is Gary along?” he asked. James, who spoke 
for the group, explained that Gary was there to watch so that he 
would know there was nothing to be afraid of when it was time for 
him to be done. Gary, he explained, had been left for dead in a 
ditch after his father had beaten him nearly to death because he 
had caught Gary sucking the telephone man’s cock. One of the elders 
had found him and brought him to their camp, where they had nursed 
him back to health. At the camp, Gary’s desire to suck cock was 
encouraged, everyone there being exclusively homosexual. The elders 
had decided Gary was to become a slave for the workers, James 
explained.
First, they each had to take a shower, after which he applied a 
depilatory cream to their scrotums. Scrotal hair carried infectious 
organisms, so that if even one tiny hair found its way into the 
incision, a major infection could result. After James, Stan and 
Steve had showered, applied the cream and wiped the hair from their 
scrotums, he applied an antiseptic solution to James’ sac, injected 
it with novocaine and then positioned him face down on the table. 
He strapped James’ legs to the table adjusting their separation so 
that his scrotum hung down between his widely separated legs. He 
painted James’ sac thoroughly with more antiseptic, then made a 
small incision into the right side of the rear of his scrotum. He 
inserted a small, sterile hook and fished around until he had 
caught the cord connecting James’ right testicle to his body. He 
pulled out a loop of the cord and then used a clamping tool to 
fasten first one, then another plastic clamp tightly around the 
looped cord. The testicle was now effectively cut off from James’ 
body. He tugged a bit more of the cord that was below the clamps 
out of the incision. With a pair of locking forceps, he grasped the 
exposed cord near the testicle, then cut it with a small scalpel 
between the clamp and the forceps. Finally, he pulled the right 
testicle out of James’ sac with the forceps and dropped it into the 
small stainless steel pan. Next he cauterized the end of the cord 
electrically, pushed it back inside the sac, then closed the 
incision, using medical skin cement. The removal of James’ right 
testicle had taken less than a minute. His left soon joined it in 
the pan. “There, James, you are now rid of these ugly things that 
were poisoning you,” I told him. “Thank you, Sir.”
Stan and Steve smiled at James as he got up. “Who’s next?” he asked 
them. Stan nearly jumped up on the table. When he looked more 
closely at Stan’s scrotum, he saw that one of his testicles was 
very much smaller than the other. “Have they always been different 
sizes?” he asked. Stan explained that his cords had been clamped 
off a few months ago by someone else, but that it had not taken all 
the way. “Another botched burdizzo job,” he thought. Stan asked if 
he could have his sac removed also. “Easily enough” he answered, 
applying the antiseptic. This time, after several extra injections 
of novocaine, he cut a complete circle around the scrotum, leaving 
just enough skin so that when closed up, it would cover the 
opening. Carefully, he clamped off the cords, severed the testicles 
below the clamps, cauterized the cut ends and pushed the cords back 
up into Stan’s body. Then he glued the cut edges of the remaining 
scrotal skin together to seal off the wound. Stan was done. He got 
up off the table after being unstrapped and stood next to 
James. “Thank you, sir,” he said quietly. Steve took his place on 
the table and James strapped him in. He told James to step back. 
After James got out of the way, he asked if Steve had any special 
requests. “Well, sir,” he said after thinking, “could you replace 
my balls with something that would look like them?” This was a 
request he had heard many times before. “Certainly, Steve,” he 
said. “I’ve got just the thing for you.” He opened a drawer by the 
table that held about a dozen pairs of different sized white 
plastic eggs in antiseptic solution in sterile glass 
containers. “You look like a size 6, unless you’d like bigger. I 
think your sac will hold up to a size 10.” He retrieved two pairs 
of sizes 6 and 10 respectively and showed them to Steve. “I’d like 
the larger pair, Sir,” Steve said. This time he made a much longer 
cut in Steve’s scrotum so that the much larger replacement balls 
could be fit in without additional cutting or perhaps tearing the 
skin. The new balls slid easily into Steve’s emptied sac after the 
cauterized cords had been pushed back in. He glued the cut edges 
together and released the straps holding Steve to the table. There 
were three pairs of balls in the pan now.
Gary looked up at him. “Please, Sir, could you take mine, too?” He 
thought a moment. The camp hadn’t paid him for Gary, so he 
shouldn’t be doing him for free. But, suddenly, he realize that 
Gary’s testicles had never produced any sperm – they were pure. 
Even though it had been years since he had enjoyed a pair of virgin 
testicles, the memory of their soft, buttery texture and delicate 
flavor made his mouth water. “Yes, of course, Gary.” With that, 
Gary positioned himself as the others had on the table. He had to 
pull the straps in a lot further to hold Gary’s boyish legs. In his 
hungry haste, he almost forgot to inject the novocaine, but 
remembered at the last moment. Gary’s small, hairless scrotum 
yielded its tender contents easily. They joined the three larger 
pairs in the pan. Gary was glued together and got up quickly. He 
would never produce any sperm his whole life. His voice would 
remain high and he would never need to shave – removal of his 
testes at this early age made those things a certainty. Gary 
thanked him and asked to suck his cock. He told Gary that he could 
do that some other time, then explained to all of them that they 
had to be especially careful to keep their cuts clean and covered 
with the antibiotic ointment he would give them.
All four dressed quickly, then left in the car with James driving. 
He watched until the car was out of sight, then put his 
instruments, the operating table, and all the other equipment back 
into their cleverly hidden recesses. The RV looked exactly like a 
normal living space now.
He rolled up his sleeves, removed and discarded his surgical 
gloves. Then, with great enthusiasm, he began preparing his freshly 
harvested dinner.