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The next few weeks were a busy time. Dave and I met for drinks or dinner several times, and on weekends he helped me clean up my spare room and set it up as a simple OR. I purchased most required surgical supplies from the same places the hospital got them; however, a few things, like a good local anesthetic, were hard to come by. Finally, I worked up courage to ask Dr. Smith if he would sign for them. I’m sure he knew what I intended, but said nothing as he approved my requisition, except that I should call him if I got into trouble. I figured he meant he hoped he needn’t become involved, though now I suspect he would have loved to do what I was planning, but was not prepared to risk his career for it. He also mentioned that I could take an old surgical table, which was stored away in the hospital basement. With the table, two large moveable lamps, miscellaneous supplies, and Dave’s help cleaning and moving things, my spare room soon began to look like a right-proper OR. Dave was always eager to help, and was delighted to do anything I asked of him. From our time together, I learned more of what he expected, and would like to happen. It soon became clear that he wanted me to play a dominant role. Indeed, the more I acted as though it was my idea and desire to castrate him, giving him no choice, the happier he was. He was pleased to concede that his balls now belonged to me; I made him display my property for examination whenever we got together. Nonetheless, our prep time together made me feel a deep affection for Dave. I became determined to make his castration the best sexual experience of his life. After all, I realized that he, even if he didn’t intend it, was giving me the most exciting of my life. After a month of hard work, everything was ready. I told Dave to plan on spending the next weekend, from Friday evening, at my place. He knew precisely what that meant, and I detected apprehension behind his eagerness. He gave no sign, however, of wishing to back out. I must admit that I felt apprehensive, as well. I thought of everything that might go wrong; but I had studied up as much as I could, so I was as ready as I would ever be. We agreed that I would remove his entire ballsac, not an entirely simple operation, but one I was confident I could perform. Indeed, Dave wished the mark of his castration to be obvious, and only sac removal would accomplish this. I couldn’t wait for the weekend to roll around. On Friday, I arrived home from work early. Dave showed up at six, exactly as I ordered. Immediately I demanded that he strip, and told him he would not get his clothes back until all was finished. He obeyed, and stood before me with his genitals displayed for my pleasure. I closely examined his stiffening cock, and the soon-to-be-all-mine sac with its special male jewels. I made note of his dimensions, all smallish but nicely proportioned. Everything well fit his 5’ 9” 180-pounds slightly overweight frame. His five-inch cock, now standing erect at my touch, went well with his nicely hanging scrotum, about three inches down. Each of its enclosed balls was about one inch long. He always kept his crotch shaved, so its light brown hair was not in evidence. All was a creamy tan color, and the skin of his sac (my new sac) was soft and smooth. I must have held the sac in my hands for about five minutes, while I gently fingered its contents. Of course, none of this was new to me, but tonight it all seemed the most special gift in the world. Dave stood obediently, nervously watching me, but also clearly becoming as aroused as I was getting. I stripped myself, and ordered him to bend over with his hands flat against a wall. I observed that he had lubricated his fuckhole; so without further delay, I proceeded to insert my now throbbing cock and began slowly sliding it in and out of his soft warm hole. All the while, I kept one hand firmly gripping my new acquisition with its two precious jewels. They seemed to sense that they were now mine, and would soon find their intended place in my keeping. Finally, I cummed after one of the longest, slowest fucks of my life. At the end, I jammed my cock in as far as I could go and squirted my semen deep into him. I was spent, but elated, glad that we had delayed having sex together during the time we were making preparations. This made this first fuck of the special weekend so much more satisfying. After I withdrew, I told him to turn around and lean back against the wall. I then sucked him off; he came quickly as he was still hard and excited. Obviously, he needed to cum as much as I had, and had probably refrained from sexual activity for some few days. I was glad that he was getting into this exciting scene. He was ready. We rested for a few minutes to catch our breath. I ordered him to shower and clean up, while I went to the kitchen to get dinner together. Dave came in a little later and stood near me while I got things ready. Every chance I got, I held and fingered the soft warm ballsac. We ate and Dave cleaned up for me, then we settled down together on the couch. I let him lean his head on my shoulder, kept one arm around his, and firmly held the ballsac in my other hand. He seemed very comfortable and relaxed, but showed some stiffness in his cock whenever I got more vigorous while rubbing his balls. I had intended that we watch some horny videos – one even made a poor attempt at simulating a castration – but we simply kept chatting about what we were going to do, and never found the time. We both talked about what it would feel like – to be castrated for Dave and the thrill of doing it for me. Dave said that the evening’s start already had been everything he could have imagined. I was pleased, and I was determined to fuck him as often as I could. I had some Viagra, if I needed help; so far, I thought I might not. It got late; I ordered him to prepare himself for me in bed. When I entered the bedroom, he was ready. This time, I put him on his back and fucked him face-to-face. Again, I held and stroked his balls at every opportunity, cummed deep inside him, and sucked him off after I’d withdrawn. We settled into each other’s arms and, surprisingly, fell asleep quickly. I still couldn’t keep my hands off his balls, anticipating that they soon would be all mine. I reached for them every time I awoke. |