Macho Marine Corps Ritual

©By Steve Aldea April 2005

The wrestling team did it – it was only a matter of time before the other male sports teams followed.  You kind of wondered why the Guys on the wrestling team had empty ball sacks in the shower room, not that you were directly paying any attention to their bodies because you did not want to be called a fag.

Jim Wilson a fellow Marine I served with in the Corps decided to start college with me and so we made a deal to be Dorm roommates our Freshmen year at the University.  He was one of them straight8 Marine guys who talked about fucking pussy all the time knowing I was gay, he would from time to time talk about gay guys as well.  We had the typical college dorm room with twin beds, a desk, night stand and two closets to store our shit in. 

Jim always had a signal when he wanted the room to himself for some balling with of the many girls he asked over that was kept in his little black book.  He was careful, always had a stash of condoms and all, and did not want to get some chick pregnant after learning about AIDS and protection in the Marine Corps.  Once in a while Jim would be so drunk coming home on the weekends, that he gladly let me give him a jarhead brother a blow job.  He shoved my face into his crotch and always called me derogatory words like suck my big USMC dick you faggot Marine!  We loved one another in our own way, besides we both survived boot camp together, and it was not until we both got out of the Corps that I even told him I was a gay Marine! Jim did not score with his list of chicks in his black book over this one particular weekend, he was drunk when he came into the room and , shoved his crotch into my face.  I proceeded to respond to my brother Marines demands, when after he shot his frothy load down my throat he turned me onto my stomach for some deep man to man plowing!   I fell in love with Jim, when in the gulf war together in the 1990/1991 Persian Gulf War; we shared rations together and became really close buds.  There was no time for any blow jobs or fucking, as it was days even before we got to take a decent shit, shower and shave routine. 

As the grunts of a Marine fucking a tight brother’s ass was stated in each yell of OOH-RAH, a whisper in my ear of that “We are going to become Eunuch brothers soon”, I was so entertained with such of an idea.  I thought for a clear moment, it was crystal clear, so to speak, “What the Hell”! “Eunuch brothers”? came about out of my mouth as Jim was fucking my tight ass!  The only other item in life Jim and I had in common was obtaining a Marine Corps Tattoo shortly after Marine Corps Boot Camp in San Diego, California.  The Eagle, Globe and Anchor Tattoo, with the words grunt underneath sure enough was pain enough to last me a life time, let a lone to get my balls cut off I thought for a moment.

Jim noticed a few weeks earlier the wrestling team having no balls in the shower room one day, and this team of men doing silent castrations on campus.  For me being castrated was no problem to think about really, so long as my buddy Jim had his balls taken too.  It became so an event the silent cutters set up shop in the dorm shower rooms one particular weekend. 

It was mid morning when we both headed down to the showers in our towels and flip flops and after we took a good hot shower dried off and before we knew it the silent cutters were cutting guys balls in a standing up position.  Jim headed over to me and said “no need for a towel dude, were getting nutted” and with a smirk on his face he grabbed my cock and lead me to the standing position with my legs slightly spread and the both supporting one another.

I felt a needle enter my scrotum and I was watching the cutter cut Jims balls as another cutter worked on my ball sack.  It took about twenty minutes in all, castrating men were there cutters trade, and if he was really good he could cut a grown hairy man in a mere 7 minutes flat!

Jim handed me his balls after he was castrated and sewn up and said “here you go my brother”, and I did the same for him with my castrated testicles.  We had been mates in the war; this event just made it more man to man special between us.  He had long decided to knuckle down in his studies and did not want his sexual desires or feelings to get in the way.  He had really come to love me and wanted us to be mates for life.  I was floored for a bit of time as we wrapped our towels around our naked bodies, slipped on our flip flops and headed to our dorm room for some rest and relaxation. 

I had too much excitement for one day and jerked off one last time to release my man cum onto my stomach and Jim came over to my bed and we cuddled naked together man to man, lover to lover, Marine to Marine, and now Eunuch to Eunuch. 

We heard the basketball team guys were nutted soon as we lost our University Balls, there seemed to be such a Euphoria about castration, that most men who stayed in the Dorms at State college our freshmen year, ended up Eunuchs before end of the fall semester. 

As for the Silent Cutters, I think they made their rounds one University at a time for the next few years until they had their castration quota filled.  The masculine imperative to produce babies seemed to be less of a concern for most future males that attended State University, and the need for silent cutters stayed a mighty mans mystery for some time to come. 

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