The Sadist

A little bit sexy, a little bit sadistic...I just love it.

The last man I castrated with this method was years ago, and although I haven't sliced and guy in months, I still love to think about it.

He was just some ordinary guy I met in a bar - my favorite place to stalk my prey - he bought me a few drinks and soon afterwards, I invited him to my apartment with the promise of sex.

When we got back to my place, I escorted him into my bedroom that looked more liked a dominatrix's underground dungeon...

Whips, chains and leather straps hung from the walls - I ordered him to take off all of his clothes, and as he slipped off his underwear, I admired his beautiful cock and balls.

His penis was nice and uncircumcised - the flesh of his scrotum was pink and full of life...

I noticed his cock getting hard and erect as he watched me watch him - his throbbing arousal making me wet between my thighs.

I led him to the wall of my bedroom, where I bound his wrists over his head and restrained his ankles securly with leather cuffs - he couldn't move...he was defenseless...he was mine.

I told him to "wait just a second" and I would return in a moment.

I left him standing there, helpless and without strength, as I retreated to the bathroom for only a minute.

When I returned, his cock was still erect - I was now naked, standing in from of him so he could admire my stunning beauty.

I saw tiny droples of pre-cum glisten ever so slightly on the engourged head of his throbbing shaft.

"Be patient," I told him with a wicked smile, "you'll get what's coming to you."

I then revealed what I was holding in my hands: a hypodermic needle filled with novocaine, a surgical scalpel, and a clear, empty drinking glass.

"What are those for?" he asked me...nervously.

"You'll soon see." I replied. "Just relax."

I set the scalpel and glass aside, and bent down to the floor with the injection needle poised at his testicular sac, ignoring his pleas, and pricked the tip of the needle into his scrotum - injecting the novocaine at will, repeating the process four or five times elsewhere around his tender sac.

I waited two or three minutes and tested his scrotum to see if it were entirely numb - indeed it was.

His hard-on was gone and his penis flaccid, but I didn't care - the best was yet to come.

I stood up from the floor and faced him, took his numb balls in my hand - grabbing them tightly - and began to squeeze as hard as I was able, increasing the preasure every minute - every second - feeling his testicles become ever more soft and vulnerable in my grasp...

I look deep into his eyes - those beautiful eyes - smiled at him, and kissed him gently on the lips as I felt his balls rupture and pop in my hand with a loud, wet sounds - and beomce reduced to liquid glands.

He felt no pain - only pleasure. The pleasure of being emasculated by me.

I relased his testicles - or what was left of them - was took the scalpel and glass to him, knelt to the floor, took his liquid-filled scrotum in my one hand, the scalpel in the other, and mad an incisive cut into his sac of flesh, held the cup to the incision, and let the thick fluid of crushed testicles and semen flow freely into the cup.

When his sac was empty, and the glass full with testicular fluid, I stood up, looked at him wickedly, playing with my wet cunt, and began to drink his shattered balls with one gulp.

I came as I swallowed it all, the sticky white semen, the remaining pieces of crushed testicle and their thick cords.

When I was finshed, I licked the sides of the glass clean, and I left him there, still tightly restrained to the wall and half the man he was.

I then took a shower and pleasured myself some more, still looking back on the experience.