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The morning brought a repeat of the night’s performance. We rose late, showered and shaved, and Dave volunteered to cook breakfast. I kept my eyes on his swinging sac as he moved about the kitchen. We ate, and Dave cleaned up. I then had a special surprise for him. I told him to shower again, and to clean himself very thoroughly. He did as instructed; meanwhile, I washed up and dressed in my surgical scrubs. When he came out, I ordered him into the OR, and to place himself face upward on the surgical table. Again he obeyed without question. I examined him once more, very carefully, and prepared to shave his genital area. I carefully shaved every inch, making sure each hair on his ballsac was removed. This seemed to stimulate him, and he got another erection. This would not do; he would have to be relaxed and flaccid for the operation. I put some lotion on his penis, and proceeded to get him off. He spurted a surprising amount of cum for someone who had already ejaculated three times within a day. I cleaned everything up, swabbed the area with disinfectant and injected anesthetic around his penis and about the base of his scrotum. I told him to lie back and relax, but to let me know when he could feel nothing from his penis and balls. About ten minutes later all was ready. I marked out where I would cut, and reached for the scalpel. Dave simply lay back, seemed surprisingly relaxed, and stared at the ceiling. I then mimicked all the moves I would make next time – cutting around the outside of the scrotum, the tugging he should feel as I cauterize or tie off each artery and vein, and then working inward to reach his sperm ducts. Finally I would cut loose the balls from their attaching stem, and all would be freed to fall quietly into my specimen dish. I would then pull together little extra flaps of skin I would leave and suture the wound. This should leave a nice straight seam, a scar that would be small enough that any observer would need to look closely to see that his balls had indeed been cut off, rather than that he simply had never had any. I covered his sac with a bandage and told him it was done. He gave me a nervous laugh, and I realized that the hoax hadn’t quite come off. He knew, and said he thought I really wasn’t going to do it this soon. Indeed, my intention was to do it Sunday morning. Nevertheless, this was good. I saw that Dave was completely relaxed and accepting. If I’d had any doubts about him, they were now gone. He was ready to be castrated; there was no doubt that I should take his balls. All this got me excited again; although Dave’s cock was anesthetized and flaccid, I wanted to fuck. I stripped and ordered Dave to slide into position off the end of the table. I proceeded to fuck him with his legs up over my shoulders. When I finished, we both needed to wash up. This time, I didn’t have to get Dave off; the anesthetic would take several hours to wear off. Now I was ready to show Dave my special surprise. I said that as how his balls would now belong to me, as he had insisted, I would need a special place to keep them. I showed him a small clear jar filled with preservative liquid. I told him they would go in here, after I had sewed up the cut area. “They are a special gift from you to me, one I will always treasure.” Dave was delighted. He said, “I can’t think of anyone I would rather have them. They belong here. I wish I could have given them to you sooner. When I think of the years I have lost, suffered, when they needed to go, I am just happy that they are going somewhere where they cannot bother me again, and where they will be appreciated. I know the way I am meant to be, and now I have you to thank for it. This is the least I can give you. Had I only met you when I was eighteen; it would have been grand.” I had to agree. I said, “I’d love to castrate a young guy, willing to give me everything he has. That must be the most exciting thing a man can do for another man. But for me, you are that young guy. Who else would give me this, the gift of my dreams? I should thank you.” “Then keep them well, and think of me when you look at them. They are going where they are meant to be. I am well rid of them; they have been nothing but trouble for me.” I immediately thought of the guys back in the Army. I would loved to have castrated any one of them, if I then had only known how. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow, when I could really do it. Here, I thought, I can castrate a man, and feel really good about it, too. I never knew it could be anything beyond just sexually exciting. Yet Dave showed me that it was the right thing to do, for him and for me. I was grateful to him for this insight. I wondered how many other men might need similar help – to get castrated before they were too old for it to really matter. I never expected to come away from this feeling good, just sexually satisfied. I could only feel greater affection for Dave; he was helping me as much as I was him. We spent some of Saturday afternoon tidying up the OR. Dave was interested in all my surgical instruments and what each was for. I enjoyed tutoring him, especially when I could demonstrate on him how it would work. Dave got excited when I drew the scalpel across and around his scrotum and penis. The anesthetic was probably wearing off. The rest of the day is a bit of a blur now. We fucked a couple more times; I sucked Dave off each time, and we lay about and talked a lot. I got a good idea from Dave how desperate men are to find someone to castrate them. I was glad I was doing this as safely as possible. I’d never realized, but there must be many, many men who need castration. I wondered if I could help some of them. Nevertheless, I still had to perform my first; I knew I shouldn’t get ahead of myself; Dave must get my full attention. We slept together again that night, my hand on his ballsac (mine tomorrow) and I dreamed of all the men I might castrate someday. Dave slept quietly, as far as I could tell, except for those times when I would fuck him. A couple times he awoke to find my hand had slipped away; he gently replaced it around his sac. We both knew what would happen in the morning, the fulfillment of both our dreams. |