Ordinary Balls

They were just ordinary balls. I don't know why he was struggling so, I mean, he had to have known that it was all but done. He wasn't anything special, nor were his balls. Yeah, they were just plain, ordinary balls, stuffed in his scrotum and bulging below his dick. Like most males that are waiting to be castrated, his prick had grown hard and was jutting up in the air all stiff and eager. To me his prick seemed about average, perhaps six inches in length. It wasn't even all that thick yet, although, I suppose, if we had left his balls in his bag it would have grown thicker over the next few years.

The young man was nineteen, and except for his nest of pubic hair he was pretty much smooth everywhere else. Not really that strong of a fellow. In some ways he was sort of thin even, although not skinny, and his stomach was flat and ripped the way it is on many older teenagers. You would think he would have just waited quietly for it to be done, but he didn't. No, he fought desperately against the bonds that held him, his legs spread wide and exposing his sac for my knife. He would buck his hips, and jut his cock and sac up and down, his eyes wide with panic as he eyed the gelding knife in my hand.

I fondled his sac, and hefted his balls. Just an ordinary set, and nothing special. Not even that big of a sac really. I've certainly castrated a lot of bigger scrotums than his, that's for sure, and yet, he fought like it was made of gold or something. He jerked wildly, up and down, his head shaking back and forth. If he wasn’t gagged I'd have even had to listen to his begging. As it was, the thing muffled most of it, and so he just mumbled as he struggled and fought against the restraints that held him.

I took his prick, and gave it the usual pumping. As I did I said to him: "Ok...let's get the cream out of you. Don't struggle--I need your milk so I can nut you proper. We don't want to leave any of that nasty seed in your prostate. For the three hundred bucks they are paying they wanted to make sure you are good and sterile when its all done. So, the sooner you shoot, the sooner I can nut you. So be quick about it, will you?"

You would think he would have just humped into my fist to help me out. I mean, why make it difficult? But, he didn't. Instead, he tried to rock his hips sideways, as if he was tyring to get his cock out of my fist instead of into it. It didn't matter of course, and as he fought I just pumped him up and down anyway. I liked his cock skin, so smooth and nice and still loose, and as I worked it up and down over his cock the end beaded up all wet and slick. His eyes looked so desperate. He stared at me pumping him, shaking his head as if he wanted me to stop. He was begging me really the entire time. Who would have figured. His prick sure enjoyed it though. Up and down, faster and faster I worked his meat, and as I was doing it his entire bag bounced with the movement.

It wasn’t that big of a deal really. Just another jerk and cut, another $300 quick and easy, and yet for him he seemed to think it was more serious than that. It wasn’t', and I don't know why he didn't realize it. Lots of guys lose their balls. So, why did he fight it so? His balls just weren’t that big, and while his sac was fat and bulging it was just a typical scrotum and could have hung from any nineteen year old. Just nothing special. Nothing at all as far as I could tell.

He squirted after a few minutes, pumping out his wad as he gasped into his gag. He seemed to spasm throughout his entire body, and his wad was thick and copious the way it is on someone of his age. He squirted out his goo in ropes of cum, and as he did so I tried to work my thumb over the tip of his dick to make sure I milked it all out of him. He struggled as I did that, almost as if he was over stimulated, his eyes wide with the lust as I milked him dry.

I noticed his balls pulsated when he ejaculated, the way they sometimes do when they are tight in the sac. He bucked his hips and grunted, and I laughed as he squirted out the essence of his manhood. It was all there, the potential sons yet unborn, the cream meant for a pussy that would never be found. He squirted out his goo onto the floor, and I let it spill there, the lines of cream turning to droplets as his dick pumped dry.

When I laid my knife against his sac he went crazy then, fighting like a madman. Hard to figure why really. I don't know. The knife penetrated into his scrotum easily, and it wasn't anything special to rotate the wrist and fillet it open with the single slice. His right ball just popped out into my hand, almost like it was eager to get out of his sac. It was easy really, and yet he fought then with a determination I really couldn't understand. His sac was half opened, like a purse, and his bluish grey testicle seemed to pulsate in the palm of my hand. I gave it a squeeze, and he jerked from the pain. I don't know, you would think he would be glad to have it gone. From the way he was yelling into his gag you would have though I was opening a safe instead of just another scrotum. His ball looked normal enough too, and yet to him he was jerking and shaking like I was stealing diamonds or something. His balls weren't gold plated, and yet he was sure acting like it.

No, his balls weren't made of gold. They were just ordinary balls, and not that big even. I flicked the knife and took his right nut. It popped off effortlessly. As it severed he grunted, and his eyes went even wider as he realized he was half-castrated. I moved the knife to the other hand, and pushed the tip up against the top of his scrotum, above his left ball. I looked him in the eyes then, and he was pleading back at me, shaking, staring and begging as he grunted into his gag. What the hell? It was just a ball. God. Oh well, I pushed in the knife, and brought my blade up and underneath his last remaining orb. With a prying motion I used the flat part of the blade to pop out his ball, and when I did that you would have thought he was dying or something. Up and down he bucked his hips, fighting in total desperation. It was just a nut for God's sake. It was just a nut.

Oh well, I looked him right in the eye and winked at him, just as I flicked my knife and finished his unmanning. He screamed as I cut him, and his thin prick shot one more time. It was almost like it had a last little bit of sperm in it that he needed to shoot. I guess he decided to shoot it as I was nutting him.

I stood up then, and looked at him, shaking my head. He had collapsed down then, finally, relaxing as he contemplated the act and felt the emptiness overwhelm him. Still, why had he struggled so? As I looked at his severed nuts they just weren’t that special. Just plain, ordinary balls. Who knows? I just laughed at him, and the way he had fought so hard for such a common set of balls. Seemed a waste of effort to me. I really don't know why he fought so, but perhaps...well, perhaps he struggled so because they were his.

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