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I remember it was a warm September morning when I drove up to the Motel. It had been a crappy summer with lots of rain and I was tired of wanking to computer porn sites with BDSM pictures of guys genitals. That was when I first came across a personal ad for a male "Looking to nut a guy" on a castration site. The ad simply stated that a male with the handle "Wrangler" was looking to nut another guy or exchange fantasies until the real thing came along. The ad was posted for in the Toronto area where I happened to live and immediately grabbed my attention. I don't know what it was but since my own vasectomy I had become fascinated with the thought of submitting to genital torture or even castration by another male. The experience of having my naked maleness out there with my crotch exposed and being worked on during the vasectomy had done something to me. So I answered the ad but clarified that I was really just into fantasy and nothing more. I first met the "Wrangler" at a local coffee shop where we discussed our mutual interest and there seemed to be a fit. The "Wrangler", or Robert his real name, was a farmer north of Toronto and raised cattle and a few horses. His work on the farm with sterilizing some of the bulls and gelding some of the horses had become a real interest for Robert. He had developed an obsession with the thought of nutting a real guy and had placed the ad. After our initial meeting over coffee we started to meet at the Bell Motel just outside of Toronto for some play sessions. The first few times Robert brought some of his farm equipment including a Burdizzo clamp and Elastrator. He simulated some acts on me which at first were very exciting. He was ruggedly handsome but did not seem to have any sexually interest in this. He really didn't want me to remove much clothing other than to pull down my pants and expose my nuts. After the third session I was frankly getting a little bored with the routine. I agreed to meet the fourth time but thought in my mind that this would be it because I was starting to lose interest. However, when I pulled up to the Motel I could tell something was different. Roberts car was parked in front of the room next to where we usually met. When I entered the Motel room I sensed immediately that something was different and my heart started to pound with the anticipation. This room had only two twin beds in it and apparently was an adjoining room to where we normally met. Robert had been there a while which again was out of the ordinary as I was usually the first there. Robert had spent some time setting things up and there were two braces of some sort attached to the ends of the foot board on one of the beds. I asked Robert "What's up - this is a little different". Robert stated that it was time to take things up a notch and today would be the 'simulation' of my castration. Again my heart started to pound and I said "simulation right?". Robert said "Yes, of course" but that we would simulate the full procedure that he performs with his livestock. First, Robert asked me to strip and remove every piece of clothing (again very different). He then asked to get up on the bed with the braces in a doggy style and propped some pillows under my stomach. He started to put each one of my legs in the braces and I kind of pulled back with the thought of being restrained. Robert calmed me down and assured me that it was OK and nothing was going to happen. While I was naked and strapped in position Robert began to lather up my balls and began to gingerly and tenderly shave the hair off. He seemed rather intent now and there was a fire in his eyes that I had not seen before. Once shaved he began to slowly massage and pump my cock as I became rock hard and throbbing. I said "this is very different" and he nodded and stated that he often did this as a sympathy or courtesy act to his livestock to enjoy one last load before castration. Robert continued to pump me until I was ready to blow. I was actually wild with the excitement of the act when he said "Come on its time right?". I said "What do you mean". He said "You know you want them off - let's do it". In my near ecstasy state it was definitely hard to concentrate and I muttered "No - I am not sure - there's not time for that and I better go". Robert calmingly tried to assure me that this would finally take me to a new place and he would be so gentle and caring. I could barely think as I was getting so close to coming and half remember muttering "umh huh" or "yeah" under my breath. Before I knew it Robert had a syringe out and was gently numbing the sac area with a local anesthetic. He told me that the procedure was technically called a bilateral orchidectomy or physical castration but on the farm they just called it a good old "nutting". Robert then gently took a scalpal and made two slices in my sac. He again surprised me by then sticking his middle finger up my ass and began massaging my prostate so as to really "milk me" this time he said. It was then that I blew my load in earth shattering waves. Robert cupped his hand and caught every drop of my cum and then began to lovingly lick it down. It was so strange to see him this way enjoying my maleness and what became my last load. As I lay there exhausted, Robert then pulled out my two orbs out the slits he had made in my sac and carefully clamped and sutured each chord. He then sewed me up with a surgeon's precision and put my nuts in a jar that he brought. It was then that a loud bang came on the door "Maid Service - I am here to clean your room - Check out was an hour ago". The keys jingled in the door and then it flew open. The maid screamed slightly and was taken a back by the sight. Robert quickly scrambled and grabbed most of his stuff and fled out the door with my nuts in the jar. I felt so embarassed and humiliated given my nakedness and the position I was in. The other two cleaning ladies came to the door to see what was going on and were equally shocked. The Office Manager then stopped in to see what all the commotion was. When he saw me he said "What the fuck is going on here - I am calling 911". The maids continued to stare and talk in broken English and Spanish. They even started to giggle a bit about my "cojones" and shrivelled sac. My humiliation was starting to turn to anger. I tried to get up from the bed but was very weak. The last thing I can remember was looking back at Robert through the room door in the front window of his car as he pulled away from the Motel. He had a wry smile and my nuts in a jar on his dashboard as he sped away. As the ambulance pulled up with the siren blaring followed by a police car my anger turned to fear and dread as to what I would possibly tell my family. The End. |