Modern Methods

by

Kortpeel

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It was standing on the carpet in our living room. Shiny new, it looked something like an axle stand for a car, only bigger.

"What is it, Gina?"

"It's a new kind of castrating tool."

"Oh!"

My wife, Gina, is a sales rep for Gromore Inc. They make animal husbandry products and included in that is a range of castration equipment.

Gina, at 28, is an authority on castration of livestock. Show the slightest interest in the subject and she'll rattle off the benefits of castrating male animals. She'll bury you in statistics about gain in body mass to feed ratios and leave you in no doubt that livestock is far more profitable when it's castrated.

She'll also tell you that Gromore castrators are the safest, the only humane way to castrate an animal. That may not be strictly true because the competition is also good. However Gromore do see themselves as the market leaders.

Gina was enthusiastic about the new castrator. "It'll sweep the market. It's automatic and takes all the skill out of castration. It's certainly the best way to castrate most livestock."

The new castrator was a metal column, height adjustable, rising up from a base plate. Two curved pieces of shiny metal at the top reminded me of question marks looking at each other. They were the jaws. Together they constituted the clamp.

"It works off a spring that you have to charge up first. Then when you've got the testicular cords in between the jaws you push the sliding jaw in so that it lightly grips the scrotum, press this button and the clamp crushes the cords. The spring release rate is hydraulically controlled and it gives exactly the right pressure. A timer releases the clamp after 30 seconds. And it crushes both cords at the same time."

I was getting Gina's sales pitch. She sounded really enthusiastic.

"There's no cutting, no risk of infection. The worst that can happen is slight bruising where the jaws clamp on the skin."

"But it must hurt?" I countered. Any sales-person needs objections to overcome during a pitch.

"No it doesn't. Not livestock anyway. Their nervous systems are such that they feel no pain from clamping."

"So what does feel pain?"

"Er... Primates."

"Primates? As in monkeys and gorillas and chimps?"

"Humans are primates too," she said. "Their nervous systems are more complex so for them you should use an anaesthetic."

"Humans? So could you use this to castrate a man?"

Over our time together I'd become accustomed to Gina talking about her job. She took it seriously and would chatter on about castration in the most matter of fact way without embarrassment. For her it was an everyday thing. Well, as far as livestock was concerned. She'd never mentioned castrating humans before.

"Of course. And this would be the best way to do it."

Gina saw me wince at the thought of it. "Well you did ask. Look I have to demo this thing tomorrow and I need your help. Would you mind?"

"You're not going to --"

"No. Don't be silly. Of course not. But what it is, it's important to make sure that the clamps grip both of the testicular cords at the same time. I want to check myself out on that."

"You want me to put my balls into that clamp thing?" I looked at the clamp. I'd swear that those two question marks were grinning at me.

"It's perfectly safe. The spring isn't charged. Look, this is all you have to do." Gina demonstrated. She was wearing a navy business suit that really suited her. Under the jacket she had on a man's shirt with a cravat. Black pantyhose and heels finished it off and, all in all, she looked great in a severe kind of way. She called it power dressing and the outfit was aimed to make her male customers take her seriously. And if they were anything like me they'd fancy her rotten at the same time.

Gina took off her jacket and then rolled up the sleeves of her shirt. She did it so well that the folds above the elbows were neat and of equal length. I've never been able to do that as well as she does it. Then she hitched up her skirt and stood over the clamp, legs slightly spread, so that if she had balls hanging free they'd be hanging in the clamp. There was something about the scene that was causing a stirring in my groin area.

"This is all I want you to do. And I promise I won't hurt you. You know I'm expert at handling sensitive parts."

I guessed she was expert at that. It's her job, after all. Meantime I was getting an eyeful of my wife with her skirt up and enjoying it. The scarlet, satin tanga, clearly visible under the black panty hose, drew the eye and the mind towards what it was only just covering. I have a thing about pantyhose covered hips and thighs as Gina knows full well. And I love it when she uses sex to manipulate me into doing something. Even after five years of marriage Gina is still a treat for my male eyes.

I noted that the height of the clamps was just right. She must have adjusted it for herself before I came in.

"So are you going to help me?"

What else could I do? "Okay," I said. "Just let me get a beer first."

"You undress. I'll get it for you." She went off to the kitchen before I could say anything. I undressed. It had been a warmish day and it was nice to get the clothes off. I felt comfortable standing there nude. The half hard was so pleasant that I started thinking about it and nature's lovely miracle turned it into a full hard which was even more pleasant.

The glass of cold beer looked pleasant too when Gina returned with it. "What's this then? Never one to lie down is he?" She stroked my prick with the hand that been holding the glass and her fingers were ice cold.

"Argggh!"

"Sorry," she said, grinning to herself. "Okay, just stand over the clamp, please."

I did so, legs comfortably spread and my balls hanging freely. Lucky it was warm. Gina adjusted the height of the clamp. She was all serious and professional about it. Those rolled up sleeves made her look competent and businesslike as she got to work.

She got the height just right. With the jaws wide apart she put my scrotum between them and pushed the sliding jaw up against my scrotum so that it lightly touched the skin. I felt her fingers feeling for the cords to make sure that they were both within the jaws of the clamp. Satisfied they were Gina pushed the sliding jaw a touch tighter so that I was held fast. The sliding jaw would move forward but not back unless you pressed the jaw release pin.

"There. Now I really have got you by the balls," Gina said. "Does it hurt at all?"

It didn't hurt. I was quite happy to be standing there nude, drinking my beer and enjoying the attention that Gina was giving me down there. Before I could reply there was a "Coo-ee," from the kitchen door and Mavis came in.

"Hi. The door was open so I -- Oh God! Sorry."

Mavis stood there in a state of shock getting an eyeful of the weird scene that she'd walked in on. If I could have moved I suppose I would have but I was held fast with the jaws of the clamp around the neck of my scrotum.

Actually, I enjoyed it. It was worth it just for the look on Mavis's face. And I had a perfectly legitimate reason to be flashing my prick at Mavis who was an audience held captive by her astonishment.

"Hello Mavis," I said and took a sip of beer.

"Er - Hello John. Gina what on earth are you doing to your husband?"

"I've just castrated him," Gina replied. "This is a special tool for castrating men. It's something new on the market. Very humane."

I should mention that Mavis and Stan who live next door are a couple about our age with two kids. Mavis is a cute cuddly pretty woman with a great sense of fun and humour. We are close friends and although we've never swapped with them we have played dare with them a few times. The last game ended up with us all in the nude. That was just over a year ago. The wives got scared after that so we haven't played it lately.

"Why would you want to castrate him?" Mavis asked. Understandably she believed the convincing evidence she was seeing with her own eyes.

"Mainly because it's safer. A castrated husband is immune to temptation from other women. Now he won't stray and I don't have to worry what he's up to."

Mavis's eyes were wide. "But he won't be able to- er you know... Perform."

"Well, that is a downside I admit. But he's good with fingers and tongue."

"And he can't get you pregnant."

"Yes he can. We've got plenty of his sperm on ice." Gina looked at me. "You're done. I'll let you out now."

She knelt down, released the sliding jaw and slid it back. That released my scrotum which she examined closely. "It works well Mavis. There's not even any bruising."

Mavis accepted the invitation to inspect for bruising. "No. And it didn't hurt?"

I was enjoying the way that Gina held my prick out of the way so that Mavis would have a better view of my balls as she knelt to inspect them. There are some moments that you'll remember for the rest of your life and I knew that this was one of them

"They get a slight stab of pain as it crushes off the blood supply but that's all. It doesn't last even a second." In the same breath Gina looked at me. "Okay. Now you're fixed go and make coffee for Mavis and me."

I made coffee. I enjoyed serving it in the nude too.

Mavis noticed that I still had on a good hard. "He doesn't seem to have lost anything yet."

"The hormone level gradually declines over a few weeks. It'll take a month or two before it's fully gone."

"Normally I'd tell you to put on your clothes," Gina told me. "But now you're fixed I suppose it doesn't matter any more. Unless it bothers you Mavis?"

"No. That's fine. It er doesn't bother me." Mavis still hadn't got over her surprise. "How did you get him to agree to it, Gina?"

"I worked on him over a period. At first he was shocked at the idea. They gradually get used to it and in the end he was quite agreeable. Weren't you John?"

"Yes."

"There are major benefits to castration, you know," Gina told Mavis. "But it takes them a while to see them."

"Really?"

"John you run along now. Mavis and I are going to have little chat. Take your clothes with you."

"You should be ashamed of yourself, flashing to Mavis like that," Gina chaffed after Mavis had left.

"So should you for lying to her. Now she thinks you really did castrate me."

"Yeah. She certainly bought it. She liked the idea so much she's thinking of having Stan done."

There were several consequences to that afternoon. Gina's demo next day went fine and some livestock was very effectively and quite painlessly castrated. Gina took an order for three units. Mavis put the word out and quite a few women in our neighbourhood made a point of talking to me to see the effect of castration for themselves. So did their husbands and there were a few snide jokes. Because of that I didn't bother to enlighten them. To those that asked me about it I recommended the procedure and said that I was much better for it.

Most intriguing of all Gina got a number of serious enquiries about husband castration. It looks like some couples are seriously considering it so she's having a castration discussion group at our place tomorrow night. Eight couples will be coming. That should be good. I'm looking forward to it.

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