Health concerns has Mark castrate his older firefighting brother.
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There I was, a senior in college, and taking med courses to become a paramedic sharing an apartment with my older brother. Older, bigger, and stronger than me, James decided to pursue being a fireman. James and I stand 6 foot 2, both with blond hair, I have green eyes, James has hazel, but the most distinguishing feature about us is our size. Easily, James was twice my size from shoulder to shoulder, bulging biceps, rock hard defined abs, chiseled face, well defined legs, and hands larger than mine. Were both hairless, thanks to having a father from Russia. He also had the bigger dick between the two of us, measuring alittle over 10 inches, and 3 inches wide. My parents were odd when it came down to making sure we were different, James (unlike me) was circumised. Dont think I suffer from penis envy, shit no. I was rather proud of my physique too. I was built more like a runner than my brother's football-player build. Lean body, well defined abs, thin waist, perfect "V" shaped torso, and the nicest looking dick I have to say I have ever seen. I sported wood about 8 inches long, far surpassing anyone I have known, other than of course James. James had always been straight as an arrow, but confidcent in his masculinity. I, on the other hand, have always had my little tendencies, so I was more of the free-spirited man who explored, and found a niche tasting the pleasures of the gay life. Every day that he and I would go off to our training, we'd both come back home tired, and worn out. My exhaustion was pure mental, but James was more physically tired, but still had the energy to go off, and find his many conquests. It was often he would come home late, around 3am drunk, and smelling of cheap perfume, and donned in his wrinkled, dingy clothes. Every night, he'd strip down to nothing, and fall asleep, many times where he lay, often by the front door. It was rare occasions that he'd come home, bruised, and bleeding, from the many bar fights he both started, and joined in for the fun of it. James' drinking got alittle worse once finals for his certificate came, staying out really late, and comming back really plastered, many times collapsing outside the door, and relieving himself in his clothes. I wanted this to stop, I was genuinely worried about him having an alcohol problem. I was also worried about his health, fighting so many times in bars and the like. Dont get me wrong, I love a good bar fight, but 2 weeks in a row, getting your ass whupped by the overweight bouncer is alittle too much. I had to do something. I looked thru my med books to find articles about alcoholism, and its links to violent behaviors. I found that men with higher levels of testosteroe are prone to act out their agressions from lack of proper sexual release. I wondered what I could do at that point. I talked it over with my friend Sam. Sam and I had been friends for our entire lives, and found that we could open up to eachother far better than we could with anyone else. He and I were also going for our certifications for paramedics. Sam knew long ago about my gay-capades, and accepted them, but never judged me. We sat back at his house wondering what to do. As the night wore on, we started joking around, and before you know it, we were talking about castrating my brother. I laughed hard when Sam said it, but when I thought about it more, it made sense. Sam got alittle concerned. He never meant for it to be serious, but at the pace my mind was going, the wheels inside my head were already turnin with ideas. I asked Sam if he would help, and after alittle pursuasion, he agreed, and we sat back and thought up a plan. Our plan was rather simple, wait untill finals were over, and after James got his certification, we'd take his nuts. Well, that was a good plan, but we then needed an oppertune time to do this. I had it worked out. I told Sam that he would predictably go to his favorite bar, and have a gallon or so of beer, vodka, and shooters. It would be when he gets back, that we would to it. Sam and I prepared our stash of supplies from the training center's storage room. IV's, catheters, pain meds, scalpels, sutures, and drop cloths, we slowlt stock piled them into our lockers. The night finally came. Sam and I were officially certified, and already had jobs lined up with the county ambulance service. About a week later, James was certified to be a firefighter. Predictably, and right on schedule, James went off to The Den, his favorite bar, and ordered rounds for everyone, and in return, got drinks to last him the night from everyone else. James held no bars as it came to downing his booze, and sure enough, he passed out at the bar. He came to about an hour later in the back room, but as he was being escorted out, he started a fight with one of the regular bar fly's over God only knows what. After being beaten to a pulp, I was called by the bar owner to pick him up. Sam rode along with me as we picked him up, and took him home. Sam knew what to do first. He injected some sedative, and had James asleep fast. Once home, we came in thru the garage door, and got to work quickly. Stripping him down in the bathtub, I noticed that Sam was staring intently at James' huge organ. I looked up, and non-chalantly asked him if he had ever seen one that big. He responded WAY different than I had anticipated. "Shit man! I have never seen one in real life, only in porno movies! I thought these werent real!" "No, man, he's real." "FUCK MAN!" This was gettting Sam really excited, and I even commented to him about his obvious hard on. "I see you're enjoying the sights around here!" Shocked, and humiliated, he feigned a frown. "Do you think I could touch it?" "Dude, do what you want with it." "No shit?" "No shit." Heres's where Sam's homosexual tendencies came out. He grabbed my sleeping and intoxicated brother's dick, and started to examine it close. Crawling between his legs, he knelt down, and placed his fave close to his crotch. Taking in a deep breath, he could smell the urine, and some pre-cum mixed with his natural musk that drove him wild. Without warning, I saw Sam deepthroat my brother's soft 10 inches like pro. My brother was so out of it, he didnt even let out any moan, just a slow, steady snore. Sam took my brother's goose-egg sized balls, and gently massage them in his cupped hands, making sure to explore ever square inch of my brother's groin. With a furious pace, he sucked, and swallowed my brother's limp dick like a hungry man devouring a meal. His own dick straining in his uniform. I decided to take my friendship with Sam to another level. I got between the tub and Sam on my back, and undid his fly. As soon as I did, his 6 inch mast sprang out, and hit him in his belly. He barely noticed me under him untill the warmth of my mouth enveloped his dick, this caused goosebumps all over his body, and it showed in his nipples. I took his shaft in as far as it would go, and sucked him dry. It didnt take long for him to cum, it was obvious he hadnt done so in a long, long time. With him spent, but still working my brother's soft prick, he slid one hand behind him, and fumbled around for my fly. I helped him by doing it for him, as he started to jack me off, as he took my brother for all he's worth. I was amazed with the precision he had with both dicks,what I didnt know, was my brother had started to get hard, and his dick was growing in Sam's mouth. Sam, at one point looked up, and saw nothing but a blank, out-cold face my brother had when we took him out of the car. Then, without warning, Sam stopped stroking my dick and took in the load my brother was serving out of his huge man-tool. Wave after wave of cum erupted out of his dock, and what didnt go down Sam's gullet, poured out the sides of his mouth, landing on my face, still under Sam. Still content, I finished jacking myself off, and Sam grabbed my spasming dick, and took my load too. I was shocked, not only did he take my brother's mast, and load, he still had enough energy to take my load! Sam squated back, and came to rest sitting ontop of my waist, my softening dick poking him in the ass. He looked at me, and I looked at him, both with shocked expressions! With a smile, we got up, cleaned off, and had a little talk. "I thought you were straight, Sam!" "Im full of surprises, Mark. I've been thinking of spicing up my life, and changing things I do, and this I think has helped me gobs!" More like had you swallowing gobs!" "Mark?" "Yeah Sam?" "You still wanna do this to your brother?" "Damn sure. I dont want him dead." "Its a shame." "I know it is, Sam, I know." With that, they donned their gloves, and went to work. I grabbed the saftey razoe, and shaving cream, and shaved off my brother's forrest of pubes. I shaved his entire crotch, to make it seem he was tortured by some woman if he wondered what happened. Sam took out the scalpel, and a pair of forceps, and started the procedure. I pulled James' sac downward with his nuts at the bottom of the sac, while Sam made an incision on the back side of his nut sac. Going thru the layers of skin made the two of us hard again, but we were too focused on our task we originally came for. Once all the layers were penetrated, we used Sam's sodering tool for a makeshift cauterizing tool to take care of the small vessels that were bleeding from the open sac. The opening was too small I thought, but when Sam started to push on James' right nut, it poped out of the hole, and presented itself to us for the first time. He did the same with the left nut, and soon, both, suspended by their cords, were hanging outside my brother's bruised, and finely shaped body. Working faster now, I took hold of his nuts, and slowly started to pull out the seminole tubes from deep in his body. As soon as 6 inches were out, Sam and I made the first cut. Tying off the vesicle, James' first nut was excized from his person forever. Naturally, the cord retracted, and dissapeared from sight inside James' body cavity. I took my brother's last nut from him. Tying it off, I was alittle sadened that I would never have any niece's or nephew's, but this was far better for him in the long run. Watching his last large nut roll free from his body, and the tube snake its way back into his cavity, we agreed we'd leave him something inside his sac, to make it seem he still had nuts. After searching in vain a week prior to our mock surgery, I found a lump of silicon laying around the med school, and made fast with it. I took my time making the fake nuts, and after it was done (with only visual estimates to go by) the fake nuts were damn close to the same size his real ones were. Popping them back in, Sam made sure that he closed the wound right, and started to put stitches in. I took James' dead nuts, and started the long process of preserving them in formaldehyde. It was now nearly 7am by the time we finished with him, and we turned on the shower to a warm setting, and washed the blood from his face from the fight, and his groin from the surgery. James was out like a light, but to make sure he wouldn't wake prematurely, I injected him with enough sedatives to knock out a horse. Sam and I took a shower, and went to sleep in the living room of the house. It wasnt untill the third day after his surgery James finaly woke up. Splitting headache, and pain all over his body, he groggily walked out of the bathroom, and into the kitchen, where he poured a cup of coffee, and sat back against the sink. I was sitting in the kitchen, staring at my brother, nude, groggy, and incoherent, untill he noticed I was in the room. "Take a picture, it will last longer, dumbass." he grunted. With that, he walked out of the room, with the pot of coffee in hand instead of his mug, and went to his room. I took a draw from my own cup when I heard him scream out; "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED HERE?" "What?" I asked casually James pointed to his shaved crotch, and asked again "WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED TO ME?!?!?!" "How the hell should I know, I should be asking you the same fucking thing!" "Wha.. What the fuck you talking about?" "James, you've been asleep for 3 day's!" "What?" "Yeah, 3 fucking days. What the fuck did you drink the other night?" "That, little bro, is none of your fucking buisness." "Whatever. Just make sure you still have a job to help pay the bills." "SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" With that, James bolted to his room, and dressed quicky, and bolted out the door. As soon as his Mustang rounded the corner, I went back to my room, where, in the corner of my closet, was James' nuts in the formaldehyde. I took out the jar, and took out his orbs. Satisfied, I let them dry, and attatched a keyring to what was left of each of thier individual 6 inch vesicle cords. Sam got off his shift, and joined me at home. Since his comming out to me the other night, Sam and I have became sex buddies, and even better friends. After awhile of monitoring my brother's sex capades, we noticed he drank less, and stayed out less. One night he came into my room, naked as the day he was born, and told me that his nuts felt numb, and was alittle weary about doctors. Trusting me, the paramedic of the family, I looked at his fake nuts, and told him that the bar fight might have done something to his nuts, but not to worry, he should go back to nomal in no time. His body hair slowed in growth, the shaving Sam and I did some 3 weeks ago still looked an hour old. Some of the hair around his navel also started to thin out, and his beard was also rather thinner. His body mass was still the same, but his dick was starting to show some shrinkage. "How long have you been noticing this?" "Since that time I slept for days." "You shouldnt have any problems. You're healthy, and thats whats important. Say, James, you wanna go with Sam and me to The Den?" "Nah, little bro, I wanna get off on a movie." With that, James took off to the living room. Naked, he popped in his favorite porno "The Catburglar" and started to jack off. He was slow and methodical about his porno's, and I could tell he was enjoying this one alot more than normal. The lack of normal levels of hormones made him calmer in his demeanor, and his pace at his porno showed. He'd be erupting in a fountain withn the first shots of bare breasts, but instead his dick was slow to rise, and even slower to react, and by the time, the movie was over, James was asleep, and hadn't even ejaculated once. Sam came over later that night, and we sat in the shadows and looked at my slumbering brother. I went back to my room, and presented Sam with one of James' testicles. Excited, and horny, we went back to my room to celebrate in our own special way.