Saturday's Castration

The castration took place in a barn. Rogers is a semi-rural area and there are a number of farms out there. The woman over thirty owned the farm. Her husband was out of town for the weekend. The couple was in their late twenties, too, like Dolly. They had been married since they graduated from high school. The reason for the castration was not the usual. Usually Dolly castrates men who have small penises or who have no staying power. In this case, the castration was to create a special bond between the couple, and the actual act of castration was to be performed by the wife.

When I arrived there with Dolly, the husband and wife had already undressed. He had to be naked for the procedure, but she was naked by choice. Dolly told me and the other women that we were free to strip if we wanted to but we both preferred to keep our clothes on. We didn't know each other and were too nervous--we were going to see a guy lose his testes. The guy was very nervous too, for obvious reasons. His voice had a quiver to it, but his wife kept very close to him and made every effort to comfort him, telling him how much she loved him and how glad she was that he was willing to go through with this.

Right away, Dolly opened the case she had with her and produced an elastrator with bright green bands. She got down in front of the guy between his spread legs, pulled down his testicles, and very efficiently applied one band and then another (just a little lower than the first). I was very excited because this told me I was going to see a surgical castration instead of just a burdizzo. Now we were going to wait for the banding to take its full effect, reducing circulation, swelling the scrotum, and numbing the testes somewhat. We lounged on some chairs in the living room and drank some wine while talking to each other, mostly about the impending castration. The poor sap waiting to be cut had an erection that stayed up the whole time we talked. His wife massaged his scrotum the whole while and kept whispering in his ear. She was flushed with excitement, but he was a little pale.

After a while, his scrotum had turned a dark purple, and Dolly announced it was time to do the cutting. We filed out the back door and into the barn, where there was a wood table for the work. It was decided that the four of us women--myself, the wife, and the two others, would hold him down while Dolly opened his scrotum, then Dolly and the wife would change places and wifey would do the actual removal.

He got up on the table, which was covered with sawdust (to soak up the blood), and the farmer and the other bystander grabbed hold of his arms and pinned them to the table. I and the wife got hold of his legs and pinned them to the table as well. Dolly got up between us with her scalpel.

She asked the wife if she wanted to give her hubby one last orgasm before the castration but she said no, they had made love multiple times for a number of days prior to Saturday, and there was no need for one more ejaculation. With that, the farmer let go of his arm and applied a large ball gag to his face, then pinned the arm again. Dolly raised the scalpel and sliced into the sac. I watched fascinated as blood oozed out of the slit she cut in the taut flesh. She then fit her gloved fingers into the slit and spread open the lips of the cut to give the wife better access to the testes. I could hear the poor guy moaning and crying muffled by the gag. It must have hurt him just terribly. To my surprise, the gore did not gross me out the way I expected. Dolly set down the scalpel on the sawdust and grabbed hold of his leg, then Wifey let go of it and moved to the middle. She dug into the opened scrotum with her left hand and fished out the testicles. They were a light purple color. She picked up the scalpel with her right hand and, stretching up the testes with her left, gently severed the connecting cords. He convulsed with pain for a minute then relaxed somewhat. She held the severed testicles high over her head so he could see them.

We were all cheering and whooping with excitement. She flushed with pleasure. She set the severed testicles on his belly and went back to his leg. The two women holding his arms said comforting things to him while stroking his brow. Dolly let go of the leg and began to stitch up the sac. She worked quickly, then tied off the stitches and picked up the testes in her gloved hand. We helped him up off the table onto a soft blanket on the floor to rest. The blanket was one meant for livestock so it did not matter that it would be stained with blood. We all got a chance to handle the testicles with our gloved hands. They were very elastic and very gooey. I asked if we could open them up and see what's inside, but the wife said no. She wanted to boil them and share them with her newly castrated husband. We congratulated her on cutting him and she left with the farmer for the kitchen. Dolly helped the man off with his ball gag and served him shot after shot of whiskey, until he was able to drift off to sleep. Dolly gathered her soiled supplies into a plastic box. Fortunately for her, they were all disposable. Dolly and I talked about the castration. My mind was racing a mile a minute. In a little while, Wifey came back out and we wrapped him in the blanket and carried him into the farm house. We set him onto a cot in the living room. I could smell a gamy, oily aroma from the kitchen. Then Dolly and I wished the wife a good evening dinner with her husband and a good future life with her castrated husband and left. I thought about it for the rest of the afternoon and evening.

I recommend that any interested woman see a castration if she has the chance to do so in a safe environment. It is an amazing experience.