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Edouard's house was deep in the countryside of a certain Midwestern state. There was nothing special about it, at least when viewed from the road at the end of the long gravel driveway. But Ray was sure he had the right address, and he turned into the drive. As he did so his heart began to beat a little faster, and something stirred in his gut. Edouard was a cutter, and Ray had come to be cut.

It was years in the making, this decision to sever his large, low-hanging balls from his body. He'd played with the idea for so long, and it was acted out so often, or at least as often as he could persuade another guy to work his balls to the breaking point. It usually took some time before a play partner got the idea of it, and realized that Ray could take it all. There was always a moment when the partner involved would suddenly smile or even laugh as he discovered what a rush it is to hold another man's balls in your hands and do with them as you please.

Ray wasn't quite sure just when it finally became clear to him that castration was the goal. But once he heard of Edouard and his unique way of cutting, he knew he had do it. The sun was setting as he sped up the drive.

Edouard had been given his name by his French Canadian mother, in the hope that he would remember and honor his French heritage. In fact, Edouard did take an interest in all things French, but one thing in particular, namely the unique French instrument of capital punishment, the guillotine. As a boy Edouard had learned of its bloody history, and was captivated. He asked his father, a machinist, to help him build a scale working model.

Edouard's father was only too glad to help, since it gave him the chance to teach a trade to his son. He was a good teacher, and Edouard learned quickly, and the result was that Edouard found a way to support himself and fund his researches into other subjects. He also wound up being the only teenager in his state with a small working guillotine in his bedroom.

So Edouard arrived at manhood with a lucrative trade. Working with tools developed his body into a lean, well cut, very vascular build; his dark flashing eyes invited other men to admire him. Yes, he had also turned out to be gay and not at all unhappy about it.

His interest in body piercing introduced him to the body modification community. Edouard enjoyed his piercings. At first, just one earring, and a ring in each nipple to draw eyes to his perfect pecs. Genital piercing really appealed to him, however, and soon he had a scrotal ladder of rings, and a very versatile combination of PA, reverse PA, and ampullang piercings in his dickhead which allowed him to wear various combinations of heavy hardware on the end of his lanky penile shaft.

As he began to make friends in the mod community, he met with the occasional man who was not happy with being sexed, gay or other wise. Guys who frankly wanted to be eunuchs. It wasn't long before Edouard saw a way to help these men and put his favorite modeling project to good use.

Edouard had been a cutter for some years now, and had worked out all the details to perfection. He knew what state of mind Ray would be in when he opened the front door, and he reached out to embrace Ray, wrapping his arms around him and holding him for just long enough, as if to say, "Don't be scared, you've come to the right place."

Ray had asked for more than a simple castration. He wanted to lose his balls in a highly ritualized way, in a memorable scene. That is why Edouard's method appealed to him. His contacts with Edouard only confirmed his choice. Edouard had no time for guys who just wanted to be cut and be done with it. He sent them along to other cutters. He wanted his clients to make castration a true rite of passage, not just a clinical episode.

"Ready to start?" he asked Ray "Yes. I want you to take my balls off. I want you to set them free."

Edouard led Ray into a large bedroom, and they undressed together, looking into each other's eyes and touching now and then, and even kissing, until both felt a strong bond between them. They showered together, scrubbing down carefully. Edouard was absolute on the point of cleanliness and sterility.

Ray loved Edouard's piercings; he couldn't take his eyes off the nipple rings. "Hey, while we're at it, would you put rings in my nips, too?"

"Sure. I've got some 10g rings cleaned and ready to go." Edouard reached out and fingered Ray's nipples. They were large and brown and beautiful. Placement would be no problem.

Edouard placed a well-shaped and studded leather collar around Ray's neck, but left him otherwise naked. Ray in turn selected a pair of leather chaps that fitted Edouard to perfection, setting off his hard little ass, and showcasing his ample genitalia. A simple harness completed Edouard's outfit, emphasizing his broad shoulders and supporting his firm pecs, making his ringed nipples stand out quite straight.

Next, Edouard led Ray down a winding flight of stairs into a warm subterranean chamber, filled with light. Music played in the background, sometimes soft and sometimes edgy. In the center of the room was a Y-shaped table, with stirrups extending from the base of the Y. Edouard led Ray to the table and helped him up, seating him at the base of the Y between the stirrups.

He had Ray lie back on the table, placing special pads under his neck and the small of his back, and drawing Ray's arms back along the branches of the Y. Ray lay very still, as Edouard first bound each wrist in place, and then placed a wide band over Ray's hips, pinning his pelvis to the table. Ray realized now that he couldn't move an inch, but the thought only excited him. His penis was beginning to pulse with energy and warmth.

Edouard carefully lifted each leg into a stirrup, taking time to adjust it precisely. Once more he tied on the bindings, this time around Ray's thighs and ankles. He then touched a switch on a control panel nearby, and ceiling panels parted to reveal Ray's table-bound body in an over head mirror. Soft lights played on Ray's body, warming him and highlighting the curves and lines and features of his physique. "You will be able to see everything."

Ray's heart pounded. He looked at his image overhead, and was moved by the care with which Edouard had bound him and put him on display. He could see the strength of his own body, evident even in bondage and helplessness, and it was beautiful in his eyes; more so than he could ever remember. He could see his large brown nipples, hard and erect, and longing for Edouard's touch. He could see his penis standing tall, and his balls hanging low, over what seemed to be a ocean of velvet darkness.

Edouard rolled up a table with a tray of piercing gear next to Ray. It was only a few minutes' work to mark the sites, shove the needles through, and Ray had 10g rings in his throbbing nips. The endomorphins were beginning to flow.

"One last time to blow the load?" asked Edouard. Of course Ray knew that even castrated he would still be able to get a hard-on and ejaculate, but he knew what Edouard meant: One last time with his balls in place, swelling and tightening and pressing in close to the base of his shaft, like hungry twin bull calves trying to get at their mother's teats.

Edouard, never in a hurry, began to apply the techniques of tantric massage that he had learned over the years. Ray rode on a wave of pleasure as each body part was worked on and brought to life, and his bodily energies were running at flood tide. Finally Edouard was working on his penis, stimulating the erection until Ray felt it might burst, and pre-cum was oozing out and running down his shaft. Finally, Edouard began working on the head and coronal ridge in the special way of a tantric master. "I'm so close," Ray moaned.

With a few hard strokes, Edouard pushed Ray over the edge. A flood of cum, more than Ray had ever seen, shot out, poured out, oozed out, forming a puddle of hot white liquid in the slight depression behind his mons pubum.

Ray sank back into the haze and warmth of post-ejaculation topor while Edouard carefully collected his cum in a stemmed glass, and drank it down as a kind of farewell toast to Ray's balls. Then he began the final preparations: washing, shaving, and swabbing Ray's scrotum with a germicidal liquid.

By this time Ray was coming out of the fog and getting back into the scene. Once more his dick was hard, and Edouard had to fight the urge to go down on it. He knew he had to keep his mind on his work. Imprisoning the dickhead in a special harness, Edouard strung up Ray's hefty penis from the ceiling, to keep it out of the way while he worked on Ray's unwanted balls.

The time had come to do the cutting. Edouard rolled up the first of his special machines, a free-standing power elastrator. This left both of Edouard's hands free to feed Ray's balls through the menancing gateway formed by the tightly-stretched elastrating band, and caarefully positioning them for banding. The power boost meant Edouard could use the tightest possible bands. He locked the machine into place when he was sure he had the band aimied at the right place, high up on the scrotum, and looked to Ray for a signal. "Do it, man!"

Edouard touched a switch, and all at once the pins keeping the band stretched out retracted, and the band snapped shut around Ray's scrotum. A flash of searing pain shot though his body. He arched his back, writhed and moaned, helplessly pinned to the table. Edouard carefully extracted the newly banded scrotum and rolled the power elastrator away. In minutes Ray's scrotum began to darken in color, and he could see it, but it didn't change his mind.

Next Edouard brought up a sleek teal-colored cannister with "art deco" chrome fittings. It was an old but sturdy Electrolux cannister vac, fitted with a special kind of mouthpiece, and mounted on a special cart, so it could be raised to crotch height. He turned on the motor and shoved the hungry mouth of the Electrolux up to Ray's dangling balls. With a slurp the cannister vac sucked Ray's balls into its deep throat. Edouard pulled the vac backward until Ray's balls were hovering in its opening, pulling the scrotum and all the cords inside out straight and taut, while the inrushing air slapped and grabbed and vibrated the balls. Ray began to think that his balls were going to be torn off by the powerful suction of the machine.

Actually some of Edouard's clients did ask him to do the cutting at this point, using a hot knife or even a saber, so that the Electrolux could suck the liberated balls right into its belly in one gulp. Edouard always found that too abrupt as an end to the ritual, and he had persuaded Ray to see it through to the end.

When balls, cords and scrotum were stretched to the fullest extent, Edouard turned off the hungry vac and took it away, replacing it with his final castrating machine, adapted from his old guillotine, but modified with a special kind of stock, and fitted with powerful springs to drive the blade downward, when released electrically by remote control. For the moment a stout pin was inserted through the frame to hold back the blade from releasing prematurely.

Edouard rolled his gleaming guillotine into place between Ray's legs. Ray had to smile with pleasure, and burst out with a "YES!" Here was his liberator at last! Edouard fed the balls through the stock of the guillotine and closed it down behind them. Ray loved the sound of it slamming shut. He smiled as Edouard shot the bolts that locked it in place. It was the closing of the door on Ray's life as a fully genitaled male. "Do you want me to nail them down?

Ray knew about this part of the procedure. Edouard was such a craftsman. He had a wooden platform behind the guillotine, just wide enough for Ray's sizable balls to rest on. He had found that nailing the balls in place yielded much cleaner cuts, but he left it up to his clients to decide. Everyone has his own limits. Ray knew what he wanted. It would be a kind of vengeance on his balls for having dominated his life for so long. "Nail 'em."

Ray would never forget the gentle way Edouard handled his balls at that moment. He could feel all the strength and skill of Edouard's hands as he pulled the impressive pair of balls, each one a handful, out onto the wooden platform, and carefully tied each one into a fixed position. Edouard poised a large nail, a good-sized framing spike, over the smaller of the two balls, pressing down until the point had penetrated the tender flesh and came to rest on the firm outer casing of the ball. With a few firm strokes Edouard drove the spike through the center of the testicle and deep into the board.

Ray was surprised to feel so little pain, but the elastrating band was already doing its job. Edouard paused, then positioned the second nail, this time over the larger ball. Once more it was "Bam! Bam! BAM!!" and Ray knew that his balls weren't going anywhere for the moment! He laughed aloud at the thought, his own little private joke.

Edouard paused again to remove the bindings from the nailed balls and photograph them from every angle. He showed the images to Ray. His balls spiked to a board!! He felt so triumphant. "Is it time to set them free?" asked Edouard.

Ray nodded. Edouard carefully drew the safety pin out of its position, and Ray heard the blade drop with a menacing thud into "firing" position. The springs growled impatiently in their pent-up, coiled position. Edouard placed the remote control in Ray's hand, and said, "It's up to you, now. When you know you are ready, press the button, and your balls will be gone before you know it."

Ray drew a few slow breaths. On the third breath, he firmly pressed the button. The surging springs drove the blade downward with irresistible force, and Ray actually heard the crunching sound as the blade crashed through his scrotum. He wanted to leap up and cheer. His back arched, and his body strained hard against all the bindings. When he sank back onto the table, Ray knew that he was free at last from the power of his balls, free to be a different kind of human being. He would grow into a new kind of manhood as a eunuch.

Edouard rolled the guillotine to one side and worked quickly to control any bleeding (actually, because of the elastrating band, there was very little, except for the few drops that spattered when the blade cut through the scrotum) and place a dressing over the banded stump of Ray's scrotum. Ray wanted the band to stay on so the tissue could die away and leave a round scar, perfect for a relocated urethra if Ray ever wanted one. Edouard began to unbind Ray's body, beginning with his wrists. Arms free, Ray reached up to take Edouard's head in his hands and kissed him warmly, sweetly, saying, "Thank you, thank you so much."

Edouard picked up the plank with its load of severed balls and scrotum spiked in place and handed it to Ray. It was a work of human art, including the mingled blood and testicular fluid draining away onto the board, a kind of trophy-like display of a pair of vanquished foes. Ray could only stare with fascination and admiration, before handing the plank back to Edouard. Ray lay still for a long time, looking up at the image of his gelded self. His crotch, shorn of the load he'd carried there for so long, seemed vast and empty, like a battlefield from which all the enemy's troops had been swept away. The new look only pleased him.

Edouard lifted Ray and carried him, like a little child, back to the first floor bedroom. Ray spent the night cradled in Edouard's strong arms. Edouard watched over him like a lioness guarding her stricken cub.

The next day Edouard served a special lunch for them both to enjoy, made from Ray's balls and scrotum. The firm parts of the balls were sliced thin, dipped in batter, a sauteed until golden brown. The tender parts and the scrotum were fed through a meat grinder, simmered in butter with bits of onion and mushroom until tender, and mixed with crumbs and seasonings and soup stock, to make a savory dressing; these were served up with a creamy Veloute sauce seasoned with Edouard's own load, freshly shot, and garnished with a sprinkling of chopped fresh chives; and all washed down with a well-chosen bottle of Liebfraumilch. It left a satisfying aftertaste of finality in Ray's mouth.

A few days more and Ray was on his way to follow up care with his sympathetic physician, a gay man and one of the outstanding doctors in his town, and to his new life as a eunuch. Meanwhile, Edouard waited for another car to speed up his gravel drive.