A success story.

Cutguy

I have always had a castration fantasy. I found these archives quite by accident. I’m completely hetro and I’ve had many girlfriends. The latest one is closest to my perfect mate. She knew about my fantasy and loved the idea of an empty ball sack, as long as hormones would keep the ol’ love rod hard.

I wanted to be cut and for some reason it had to be a woman.

I’ve read stories and forum items about cutters, but frankly, I didn’t dare to believe them.

After much clandestine e mailing and investigation, I decided that one of the authors on the site was for real. My girlfriend Lynn and I traveled to Dallas where this cutter lived. We went to every tattoo parlor in the city, looking for her friend who acted as her agent. After many dead ends, we found help in a woman tattoo artist. She told us to go to a shop on the strip near the airport and ask for a guy named Buddy.

Buddy turned out to be a tall, scruffy looking, biker type with what I took to be an Australian accent. He denied knowing any cutters and said that he could pierce my balls if I wanted, but cutting was out of his world. I begged him, as did Lynn. But to no avail. It was clear that he thought we were cops or investigators of some kind. Lynn took me aside and said "I can fix his distrust, let me blow him? That’ll prove were not cops" Well, I didn’t like the idea of my beautiful lover sucking off this less than clean looking guy, but I had to have contact with the cutter somehow. I reluctantly agreed.

Lynn went back in the shop and told Buddy "Can I prove to your that we’re not cops?" With a knowing smile, Buddy escorted Lynn into one of the private tattoo booths. She later told me that he was big, but not too big to deep throat and that it had not been unpleasant.

Buddy told us to give him or information, as he wanted to "check us out." That he might have a "Friend of a friend" He then instructed us to purchase an untraceable pre-paid cell phone and come by and give him the number. His last request was that we stay in the area for two days and someone would call us.

On the second morning the cell phone rang. It was Buddy. He said it would be $3000.00 and would have to be done in Mexico, but the American cutter would do it. He told us to drop the money with him and that it was non-refundable. Lynn asked him, "how do we know we can trust you?" his answer was that we couldn’t know, but if we wanted it done we would have to trust him.

We dropped the money off and we were told to hang around and we would get another phone call. About an hour later the cell phone rang. Lynn answered and a female voice asked for me by name. When I picked up the voice said "My name is Thecia, I understand you’re waiting for me?" I told her I was and she told me to drive to the Super 8 motel in Eagle Pass TX, about an eight-hour drive. She said that she would contact us there in the morning. We made the drive and tried to get a good nights sleep. It was not to be, the doubts kept me turning all night.

In the morning, true to her word, Thecia called. She directed us to cross into Mexico into the little Mexican town of Piedra Negras and follow directions to a small clinic about 15 miles from the town.

We arrived about 10:30 AM. It was a small stucco building with a paved parking lot, unusual in Mexico. We went in the front door and a receptionist asks us in broken English if she could help us. I just said the word "Thecia" as we had been told and the woman directed us to the far right door. It was a clean room and Thecia was standing there, she was quite striking, in a "girl next door" kind of way. She was about 5’ 6" with clean brown hair and a beautiful smile. She sat with us for a good hour. She told us how permanent this would be and were we absolutely sure. She told us that hormones don’t always work properly and did we want to reconsider.

When the talk was over she had me put on one of those open back hospital gowns and lay on the table. The table had stirrups much like a woman’s exam table. She asked if I wanted Lynn there with me. I did. Thecia looked to Lynn and said "I usually drain them one final time, but as long as your are here would you like to do it?" as an afterthought she said "I’ll leave the room." Lynn said "I’m not shy, please stay." She went right to work; she ran her lips around my almost hard cock. The idea of being cut had me aroused already. She knew how to push my buttons and in a very few minutes I was ready to spew. Thecia interrupted and said "Not yet." She pinched the root of my shaft hard and the feeling stopped at once. Lynn then surprised me by asking Thecia if she would like to help. Without a work, Thecia slipped her lips over my swollen helmet. God, was she good. I could never tell Lynn, but this woman gave the very best head ever. When I felt it well up she didn’t stop this time. I came more than I’ve ever cum in my life. Stream after stream. Then she did the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. She kissed Lynn full on the lips and shared my huge load with her. I actually saw the transfer, thick white cum in both of these beautiful women’s mouths.

The rest was pretty simple. I felt the swab, the needles (they hurt) push into my groin, I felt the slice on the side of my scrotum, then I sensed rather than felt my exposed balls. I felt her doing something down there with thread and then Thecia looked at me and said "Last chance, I’m going to cut your balls off forever, There’s no gluing them back on" I just nodded.

She went back to work and in seconds held both of my severed nuts up for Lynn and I to see. Only then did I realize what I had done. Thecia put them in a small jar and then into a cabinet. She spent the next ten minutes or so sewing up my now empty scrotum.

I’ve healed well. I still have sex with Lynn, but only after she talks me in to taking the hormones. I don’t care otherwise. Oh, another thing, Lynn has taken a lover. One with balls. It hurts a little but as long as she still keeps me I’ll be OK.

Thanks for listening,

Cutguy