My Friend Rob Gets Cut, Part Two

Copyright D.Reynolds

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Rob and Jessica invited me to watch the procedure. Because I was Rob's best and longest friend, he wanted me there for support. On the way I wondered what I was going to see. I'd heard about castration from the internet and I knew there were a variety of ways it could be done. There was the most common path--the knife--and a number of creative tools, including the burdizzo, a kind of clamp that crushes the cords to the balls. I was sure they would not use a knife as it would be much too dangerous to do that at home. Thinking about Rob losing his balls aroused me, which I found strange and confusing. Rob was my friend, but the more I thought about his impending neutering, the more warm and moist I became.

I arrived at their house a little early. Jessica greeted me at the door wearing a bathrobe and a smile. She has a great body; she has more fat than some people like, but it's in all the right places: her boobs, her hips, her butt. As she let me in, she let her robe fall open in a way that looked casual but wasn't, exposing her delicious flesh. I smiled politely. Ordinarily I would have enjoyed her flirtation but it didn't seem appropriate. A man was about to lose his baby-makers, and not just any man--my friend and her husband! I didn't like Jessica much at that moment, but I held my tongue.

As I followed Jessica toward the kitchen I heard Rob's voice and another female one. Had Jessica invited some other woman to watch as well? I felt myself becoming defensive. It was very inconsiderate of Jessica to want to humiliate her husband by castrating him before an audience. I entered the kitchen to see Rob sitting naked on the kitchen counter. Standing next to him was a tall dark woman dressed in scrubs.

"Who are you and what the fuck is going on here?" I asked, feeling a little hostile.

The woman smiled a greasy grin and extended her hand to me. "You must be Rob's friend, Danni. Don't be alarmed. I'm Liz, the castratrix. I'll be doing the surgery."

"Surgery?! You mean you're going to cut him open?!" I could feel my face turning red.

Jessica laughed. "How did you think we were going to nut him? Squeeze his balls until they pop?"

"I thought you were going to use a burdizzo or something--isn't it dangerous to cut?"

Liz turned to Rob with a sly expression. "You've got a very good friend here. Maybe you married the wrong woman."

Rob smiled weakly. "It's all right, Danni," he said.

"Danni," Liz started, "you don't need to worry. I have done this procedure many times. It is very safe."

I looked to Rob. He nodded. "It's okay," he said.

I rolled my eyes and walked over to him while Jessica and Liz went into an adjoining room to give us some time alone. Rob got down off the counter and we embraced. He felt cold and clammy. When he backed away I noticed that he didn't have any pubic hair. His cock and balls looked so vulnerable without that familiar, stiff growth.

"You shaved," I said, gently petting his relaxed penis.

"For sanitary reasons," he said.

I looked into his eyes. I could see he was scared.

"If you don't want to go through with this . . ."

"I do," he said under his breah, looking down.

"You're very brave," I said, pressing my lips to his forehead. I cupped his balls and gave them a squeeze. I held them as he kissed me full on the mouth.

Jessica and Liz returned, ending our moment of tenderness.

"Time to get this done," Liz said, placing a black bag on the kitchen counter. We gathered around her to observe.

She unzipped the bag and drew out a metal bowl, a knife, and an odd tool that sort of looked like a wrench. She also drew out a small box and opened it to reveal a tiny medical kit. It had a syringe, some disposable needles, a bottle of some kind of serum, and a number of foil-wrapped alcohol wipes. She tore open one of the wipes and began rubbing Rob's bare pubic bone. Next, she popped a needle on the syringe and drew some transparent liquid out of the bottle.

"This is a local anesthetic. It will dull the sensations but not completely eliminate them," she explained as she pushed a drop out of the head of the needle. She jabbed the needle right near the base of Rob's dick and squeezed the plunger. I frowned at that; It seemed needlessly sadistic. Rob hissed as she injected him. The medicine must have stung.

She picked up the strange tool by the handles and brandished it for I and Jessica to see. "This is the clamper," she explained. "It places a metal clamp around the neck of the scrotum, cutting off all circulation so that the entire mess can be cut off without major blood loss."

At her command, Rob spread his legs and she got between them. She grabbed hold of his testes and yanked them hard, causing him to grunt. She placed the jaws of the clamper around his bag right near the base, then clenched her teeth and squeezed hard. Rob groaned and I winced in sympathy. "God, it must hurt worse than anything," I thought. His face twisted in pain. I brushed back tears from his eyes and whispered into his ear: "It's okay, baby . . . it will soon be over . . . don't worry . . . everything will be alright . . . if anything goes wrong I will make sure you are okay."

Cradling his head in my hands, I looked up at Liz and Jessica. "Now what?" I asked.

"Now we wait," Liz said with a wicked grin.

Still More To Come . . .