U.S. Marine Castration

© By Steve Aldea Jan 2005

As a Gunnery Sgt, I knew all about castrating men, as one element of prisoner war torture, was castrating a man as a last resort. When I retired from the Corps the study and idea of castration became a turn on that lead to a mere fascination of actually having it performed on myself.

I read over the Internet various subjects about castration; men who had been castrated displayed their pictures on the BME web page. I tried to contact a castrator but to no avail.

On one evening I heard a knock at my door, there stood a man about 6 feet tall, clean shaven, who stated as a matter of fact, he was a castrator, and "I have come to give your wishes", pushing me inside the door then locking the door behind him. I was at first a bit floored, as he took his handy castrating bag with one hand and his hand around my neck pushing me down to my bed. He shoved a towel under my ass while he pulled off my jeans and boxer shorts. I knew my fate to loose my balls this day, I was a little scared as the cutter grasped onto my shaved Marine Corps Balls and shot something into the cords. My legs were spread nice and wide, and although the cutter had a ski mask over his head, I could tell he was getting a joy at castrating a Marine Man!

From the Coroner of my eye I saw the straight razor make a cut low mid line on my ball sack. The castrator put on some latex rubber gloves and with the look in his eyes, he was ready to proceed with castrating me as if he had done it a million of times to other men with fine practice. He worked fast, but efficient, taking time to cut the outer layers off my nuts once he took them out of my sack for inspection and cutting. He placed a clamp on both cords before tying them off, and with the nick of the razor blade, slices through each cord. He commented how nice and easy it was extracting my man orbs, and he did not have any trouble placing them into a jar that said "USMC Nuts Number 10" I felt some discomfort as he was sewing my ball bag up, however I had a smile on my face and so did he, I wanted to be castrated for personal reasons, and it harder than shit on a shingle to find a decent guy to perform the service. The Castrating dude did not say much as he cleaned up other than to say he was adding "USMC Nuts number 10" to his collection of Marine Men he had the privilege of castrating. I lay on my bed with an ice bag in between my legs, he carefully helped himself out of my apartment and I never saw or heard from him ever again. In hindsight 20/20 - years later I found out from a friend that it was a Navy Corpsman who was doing the castrating, that he had a special room in his house full of Balls taken from Study Marine Men through the years! Some of us often wondered how his bedside manners were as a Surgery Tech, he was dammed smart, and fulfilled the many ambitions and dreams of those who need castration in the Southern California area. Dreams and smiles only radiated hence forward, and the sunset never set on our Navy Corpsman castrating man.

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