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"Snap another band on," I asked, wincing a little from the one already wrapped around my balls. Josh loaded another band onto the tool and positioned it around my nuts, already turning purple. "Ow!" I grunted as it snapped on. Josh's balls were turning blue already, he having had his band on longer than me. He jerked his cock idly, his nuts bouncing around in their sac as he moved his hand back and forth. "Awww, yeah," I muttered, jerking my own hard dick a bit, thinking about being castrated, my big bull nuts chopped off, my cock too...I looked up at Josh and imagined him the same way, and smiled. God, that would be hot. The knife flicked under Josh's sac as he snapped his band off. He winced for a moment, feeling the sudden pain. I looked up at his face... "What's wrong?" I asked. He sighed and sat down next to me, tossing the elastrator on the bed. "Dude, we've been doing this for like four years now, always fantasizing about it, you know?" He sighed again and looked down at his crotch, cock now deflating. "Why don't we just go ahead and do it?" "Do it? You mean, castrate ourselves? For real?" "Hell yeah. Get rid of these cocks, too. Let's just do it." This came as a bit of a shock. Josh and I had met in high school when he transferred in, and we'd become really good, ahem, "friends." When we'd met I was already having castration fantasies, but it took a year for me to tell him about them. When I had, he had been a little apprehensive at first, but had then gotten into it - roleplaying castrating me, stuff like that. After awhile he wanted to try putting on a band himself, and eventually our play turned more mutual. We'd ended up going to the same state school and continued fooling around, often banding ourselves or holding a knife up to our dicks or something, but I'd always thought that for him it was just a weird fantasy he was indulging me in. I mean, I knew he got off on the idea, but for him to suggest that we really do it was a bit of a surprise. "You're not just saying that?" I asked him. "You really want to do it." "Hells yes! You know I can do it. Why not? You know I could do it." Josh had been a farm kid, with most of the things that went with it - he looked like your typical cornfed hick, blond, broad shoulders, a build that came from manual labor, not a gym. When he'd moved to my hometown it was the first time he'd lived within any city's limits. Telling me about helping out his uncle on the farm to castrate the sheep and all was one of the first things that got us talking way back when... "You've never done a human, before, though. I mean, what if something went wrong?" I asked him. My cock was still hard as a rock, and now that he saw I wasn't completely opposed to the idea, Josh's was steadily hardening, too. "Well..." Josh looked down. "I did do a human, once." "What?" Whoah, this sounded hot! "You cannot ever tell anybody about this, okay? Promise?" "You know I do." "Okay..." he took a deep breath. "You remember about two months ago, that football player in the papers they found with his nuts cut off, thought it was some rape revenge thing?" "Yeah!" It was some kid at the school he went to. The article quoted him as saying he didn't remember doing it, but he was found passed out naked in a park near the school. This guy already had two pending rape charges against him but the cops could never prove any connection to the victims. Apparently he said he'd gotten drunk at some party, wandered out, and passed out. "Well, here's the real story," Josh began. "The guy said he remembered leaving the party, right? I found him passed out on a park bench with his pants off while I was walking home your place. "There he was, this hot guy, practically naked, balls just hanging there. I knew who he was and what he'd done, more or less, so, well...I had my shit in my bag with me since we'd just been playing around, right? So, um, I did it. "Two quick incisions, pulled 'em out, cut 'em off, tied everything up and sewed the kid back together. He grumbled a few times but was so drunk he never woke up. I even turned him on his stomach in case he puked." "YOU castrated that guy?" I asked, incredulous. "Yeah, but look, don't ever ever ever tell anyone, ok? I don't want to go to jail forever. I mean, I know it was wrong and all, but..." any apologies Josh was about to make were dispelled by my furious wanking. "Ah, hell," Josh stopped trying, and went down on me. "No, stop," I told him, letting off myself. "Do it." "Right now? Castrate you right now?" he asked. "Yeah. Do it." Jesus, my cock was hard. Without another word he reached into his bag and started whipping out the supplies from our play-bag he needed to castrate me. I got ahold of the knife and snapped my bands off, wincing from the sharp pain, and then taped my dick to my stomach so it wouldn't get in the way. Josh loaded up a syringe with anesthetic and shot me up a few times. This was another game we enjoyed - numbing our genitals and then not letting whoever they were attached to know what was going on with them. There had been a few times I'd really thought he'd cut my cock off when we'd done it. "Now watch close," he told me, "because you're doing me, next." "Fuck yes!" I was excited! And nervous as hell, watching with my breath held as he brought the scalpel up to my sac. "You ready?" he asked, but before I nodded, he drew it down my sac, opening it up, blood welling up around the cut. I watched closely as he extracted the testicle, cut it out from the surrounding tissue, tied off the blood vessels, and sewed that side back up. "Here," he said, handing me my left nut. I rolled it around in my hand a little, feeling a bit woozy. "Wait," I told him just as he was about to make the incision to take out the second one. "Let me do it." "Okay." Josh handed me the scalpel and told me where to cut. It took me two tries to get it just right; I wasn't used to handling a scalpel, but it wasn't nearly as weird as I thought it would be. He had to help me a little to get the nut out, but we did it. Half an hour later, I was lying back on the bed, my balls on my chest, feeling...well, feeling numb. Josh shot me up with lidocaine again, and then himself. "You ready to do me?" Josh asked, taping his cock up and lying back on the bed. "Oh, yeah," I told him, tossing my wet nuts into a plastic baggie. I pretended to be confident, but in reality I was terrified. "Don't worry," he told me. "I'll help if there's a problem." Josh sat up a bit so he could watch, putting his arms out behind him, and spread his legs way apart. "Make the first cut here," he gestured along his sac with his finger. I sliced it open, and with his guidance managed to pull the nut out. It wasn't too long before his right one was in the bag with mine, and soon after that his left one followed. I sewed him up, washed him down, and the two of us cleaned up a bit. Every time I looked at his empty sac I got hard again, and the feeling of being castrated myself was an even bigger turn on. "Bet you never thought you'd see our nuts in the same sac, eh?" he smiled, holding up the baggie that now contained our testicles. "Hehe," I laughed, wincing a bit as the feeling slowly returned to my groin. Damn, it hurt...but hot damn, I'm a eunuch! I thought. I looked up to see Josh staring at the bag and jerking himself furiously, grimacing as he came, spurting white goo all over the dresser. When he finished cumming, he panted a few times, and apologized... "Sorry...just wanted...one cum...before the...lidocaine wears...off." Mine already had, and I was lying down on the bed trying not to move. "S'okay," I told him, smiling through the pain in my crotch. "Dude, we did it." "Yeah!" he said, perking up. "Fuck yeah! Now we just gotta get rid of these cocks." "Let's do it tomorrow, dude...I don't think I'm gonna move all weekend." Shit, this hurt...but it's okay, I told myself. It's worth it. "I got some percocets in the bathroom," Josh said. "Here, hold on a bit." He came back with some little white pills and water. We both downed some, then hit the lights and tried to pass out. The next day was just awful. Our "empty" sacs were swollen and it hurt to move. We lay in bed most of the day taking painkillers and watching TV. Sunday went the same, although the swelling went mostly down. The problem was that once the swelling disappeared, the bruising began, and Monday morning neither of us went to class. Castrating ourselves had proven to need a little more recovery time than they'd bargained for. By Tuesday we were both able to limp to class, using the excuse of a badly sprained groin muscle. It got better as the week went on, and by the weekend we were both just sore. Friday night we decided to stay in at Josh's place. "Man, these hot flashes are killing me," Josh said, sighing a little as he eased himself down onto the couch. His sac was red and sore, but shrunken...same as mine. "Yeah, they suck," I agreed. I'd been getting them since Thursday. "I'm kinda worried about some of the other shit...depression and all that," I started to say. Josh was just staring at my groin. I opened my legs up to give him a better look and my dick started to get a little hard. It pulled at the stitches a bit but it still felt good. "But then I just look down," I finished, smiling at him. His dick was shriveled and completely flaccid, unlike mine. I looked for that glint of horniness in his eye, but didn't see it. "Yeah," he grinned. "It's great, isn't it? Can't wait to get rid of these dicks." "You, uh...haven't done that to any passed out football players, have you?" I asked, obviously kidding. "Nah, just the soccer team," he answered with a completely straight face, and turned over to go to bed. Somehow I had the funny feeling that maybe, just maybe, he wasn't kidding. |