I get all sorts of clients, but I really do only three types of operations. The simplest is simply a ball extraction, usually followed by a substitution with a prosthetic. This requires no more than a small incision on the side of the scrotum, and through the sheath surrounding the testicle. The ball can then be popped out of its home, its cords and spermducts tied off and severed, and it drops gently into my specimen tray. A prosthetic ball may then be inserted into the vacant space, and the incision closed with a couple stitches. This leaves little evidence of castration, even to the closest inspection; this procedure is most popular amongst my straight clients.

I’ve performed this simple pop-out on a number of clients, usually in less than an hour. Most of these are straight forward and not too interesting, except for Brad and Sean. They contacted me about two years following Dave’s castration; I don’t know how they learned about my hobby. We agreed to meet in town here at a bar, The Golden Bullock, at three on Saturday as they had to drive up from the city. They arrived promptly on time. I was stunned; both were handsome young studs, about twenty-two.

We introduced ourselves, ordered beers, and got right down to business. They knew exactly what they wanted – both a simple pop-out removal with prosthetic replacements. They seemed very determined, so when they asked if I would do it, I readily agreed. I asked them to step into the Bullock’s backroom. (I know the owner, and he is happy to let me use it when I interview clients.) The boys dropped their pants to let me feel and examine their balls. This gave them hard-ons, but they were sure to ignore them. I behaved in my best professional manor, of course.

Both had strong seven-inch cocks and nice semi-tight ballsacs. They each also had about one-inch long balls, though Sean’s seemed just a trifle thicker than Brad’s. When I got their measurements down, they dressed and we returned to our booth to discuss the details. They wanted the prosthetics to be a bit larger and heavier than the originals; I could get that. I told them it would take a couple weeks to order them. They understood and agreed to pay me in advance. I figured that if they were not serious, they would not show up for the operation; at least, I wouldn’t be out anything. They left with our agreement that I would call them when their new balls came in.

I’m not sure exactly what their motive was for wishing to exchange balls. I was sure that Brad and Sean were straight, though they might have been fuckbuddies. They expressed no sexual interest, at all, in their coming castration; indeed, they were quite unemotional. Perhaps they didn’t like the idea of a gay male handling them, but could find no other man to castrate them. I’ve heard that castrated adult males often perform better and longer than before, becoming much less excitable, and without any of the potential unwanted complications that can arise from straight sex. Perhaps, Brad and Sean had heard this also and intended to become safe stud boys. Then again, maybe, they simply didn’t want sex intruding on their lives, having more important things to do.

About three weeks later, the balls arrived. I phoned Brad for him and Sean to come up at the same time next Saturday. I gave him directions to my place. I was very excited, but wasn’t sure they would show up. I needn’t have worried; they drove in right on time.

As they were very business like, I knew I had to be, too. I immediately showed them into my OR, which I had made ready for them. They stripped down to socks and a T-shirt, and I had them both sit on my table, legs dangling off; they could lean back against the wall I had pushed the table up against. I showed them their new balls, and they said they were ready to begin. I shaved and disinfected each sac; both had light brown hair, though Brad’s was a little darker. This gave them erections, which they totally ignored. Indeed, they never even looked at each other or at what I was doing.

I decided I would work on one ball at a time – one of Brad’s, insert its replacement, then one of Sean’s with its replacement, etc. Throughout, both boys sat quietly, reacting neither to the injection of anesthetic nor to my moves to pop out their old balls and insert the new. They were excellent patients; the job went smoothly and quickly, and was done in less than an hour. I warned them of soreness and some swelling, and said to call me if there were any problems; there should be none with this procedure. They dressed, thanked me and drove away; I never heard from either of them again.

All of this had given me a raging hard-on. After they left, I called Dave to come over. As soon as he undressed, I ordered him onto the table and proceeded to fuck him. After I came and we both washed up, I told him about Brad and Sean. Dave thought it a big turn-on, just as I had. He thanked me for calling to share my excitement on him. I showed him their four balls, still lying on my specimen tray. I should have kept track of them; now I can’t tell which are whose. Two are maybe slightly thicker – probably Sean’s – but I am not sure. I dropped all four into a small preservative-filled jar. From outside, it looks as though all four came from the same person.

Many of my clients do want to maintain a relationship with me. This is especially true of the middle-aged gay men I castrate. Most choose the second type of operation I do. I often refer to it as a snip or trim job, where I prune off the entire ballsac. This is precisely what I did for Dave, and it is still my favorite operation. The men who come to me for this usually want to have sex, with me dominant and forcing them into castration. It’s a real turn-on for them to get fucked by the man about to castrate them. It’s very exciting for me, too. Most of my straight clients are more interested in the castration rather than the experience; those seeking the latter likely go to a dominatrix for their fix, and I never encounter them.

The third castration I do is what I call a full or total castration. This involves removal of all the genitals, not just the scrotum with its balls, but the penis, as well. I’ve heard this referred to as a clean shave or a sexual nullification, as the idea is to make it look like the man never had any genitals, at all, to begin with. This is the hardest operation, but I’ve assisted Dr. Smith with several penectomies in the years since I castrated Dave; I now feel competent to do it. Indeed, maybe a quarter of my castrations now are full.

This form seems to be most popular with older gay men. Apparently, they like the clean feel of nothing in their pants, or maybe simply the air over their nakedness. Indeed, several of my clients who first got a standard trim returned later for their penectomy. It gives the same clean look as though they’d had a full castration to start with. In fact, about a year after his castration, Dave mentioned his interest. I ordered him to return to my place on the next Saturday, and promptly removed his penis, but only after giving him one last good fuck and sucking him off. I don’t know if it was a surprise for him – me doing it so quickly – but he acquiesced easily and seemed grateful. I do miss sucking him off after fucking him – I think I rather enjoyed it; it made me feel good – but he says that getting fucked is sufficient for him. I try to oblige as often as I can. I love looking at his clean-shaven crotch and stroking it while I slip in and out of him. It is a nice look, probably what I’d want, were I so inclined. Besides, his ballsac no longer looks so lonely in its jar; his penis now resides there, too.