It was late in the afternoon at my castation clinic. I had only one more appointment and was planning to call it a day once my client was "done." When the young man entered the front office, I could tell he was pensive, apprehensive and nervous.

His name was Ben. He was nearly six-foot tall, a little on the thin side, wore glasses, and appeared to be very unsure of himself. He looked like an 18-year-old, but his paperwork revealed he was actually 26 years old. He had little facial hair, and rarely looked me in the eye as he shared his tale.

During the preliminary interview, Ben told me he was seeking to be castrated because he was in seminary and worried that his unbridled sexual lusts and desires would derail his chances of entering the ministry. He had conlcuded that if he voluntarily gave up his balls he would cease to be overtaken with horried sexual lusts. He told me he was attracted to both males and females, and worried what a careless tryst might do to his religious reputation.

Before I continue, a note about myself. I have been a ball cutter for a dozen years. It's strictly supply and demand: some men out there demand to lose their balls, and I supply the services needed to render them nutless. But I have learned over the years to gear my services towards the desires and fantasies of my clients, and they in turn have richly rewarded me in money and memories. As early as I can remember, I have had a desire to take men's testicles. Whenever I saw a set of low-hanging danglers in the gym at school, in the showers at college, or in the barrracks in the service, I have had a compulsion to cut them off. I can't explain it, so I just accepted it and after some medical training in the service and during pre-med school, I have parlayed my compulsion into a lucrative business.

I have several methods of castration I allow my clients to choose from. They can opt for the cheapest castration during which I band their balls, clamp them into a modified bagel slicer, and give them the option of a straight knife, an electric carving knife, or a razor blade. This method is quick, decisive and brutal. But I've learned that some of my men desire the brutality of it. At no extra charge, I allow my clients to take a pain killer prior to the procedure. Some take it, others want to feel the pain in every excruciating detail. Each to his own. I keep all the severed testicles, unless the client desires to take them "to go." For additional fees, I will bronze their balls, or coat them with resin, or send them out to a jewelry-maker to have them strung on a necklace. Some guys like that idea because it enhances the shame and humiliation they desire. Some get off on having their balls on display out in public for everyone to see and comment on.

Another method I have is a sort of "pit and the pendulum" device. It slowly swings a razor-sharp blade at a guy's banded and clamped testicles, and he sees it getting closer with every pass as he lays strapped onto a table. He knows the exact moment he will lose his masculine orbs because the blade takes them off with one swipe when it finally reaches his manhood. Guys here will sometimes grunt when the emasculation occurs, but others, oddly, sigh a heavy sigh of relief.

Another method I have is a modified wood splitter. I band my clinet's balls and clamp them between the metal rails on which the blade of the wood splitter travels at high speed. The castration is over in a nano-second, but the build up is tremendously arousing for the soon-to-be eunuch. I often must clean sperm off the rails when a client chooses this device for his castration. He is strapped in in a forward leaning postion. His butt, anus and thighs are exposed facing the rear of the device. From my vantage point at the control, I can easily see his dangling nutsack hanging below the rails just prior to the release of the blade.

I also offer a "two-for" service. Occasionally I get two men in who want to mutually lose their balls to each other in one procedure. For this service, I have a device similar to the log-splitter, except that my two clients are banded, clamped and strapped in facing each other. They each have a control switch that releases the blade. When one man pushes the button, his mate is castrated. When the other guy releases his button, his buddy's balls drop off. Although they often try to release their blades at the same time, one often pushes his button first, nutting his friend. There is sometimes a delay in the second guy cutting off his friend's balls because of the shock, trauma and suddeness of the act. A time or two, I have had to step in and even the score by pushing the button and severing the other guy's testicles. All in a day's work.

Frequently with this procedure, the two men desire to take possession of the other's balls for whatever reason.

One very violent and brutal device has circular metal jaws into which I have a guy dangle his low-hangers. He is in a kneeling position for this one. The jaws are razor sharpe, and when activated, slowly close in on the scrotum and balls, perforating the nutsack and slicing off the balls in a five-second procedure. While this is happening, the guy has time to feel the bite of the jaws, the piercing of the teeth, and the feel of his nutsack being perforated and finally drop from his body. I shudder to think of using this one, but some guys actually love it! They want the thrill, humiliation, finality and lust rush, I guess. A time or two I've actually had a guy shit his bowels empty as the jaws sever his manhood from his crotch.

For additional fees, I can have a woman or a man come in and do the deed for a guy desiring to lose his balls. One client I had wanted a woman to bite his balls off. But once she started gnawing at his nutsack, he put up such a fuss that she severed them with a ginsu knife to shut him up. I've also had guys pay for a "69 castration," during which they suck and oral sex each other until they cum, and then mutually bite off each other's balls at the same moment. It's brutal and painful, but some men want that feel. They get a set in their mouths as they lose a set from their crotch.

I have burned balls off, sliced them off, pulled them off, pinched them in mechanical devices, used blenders to chopped them off and up, and simply cut them off with a knife for "walk-ins" who enter the clinic and demand to be castrated in the quickest, cheapest way possible. I have even had a dog come in and lick and then bite off a banded, exposed, vulnerable set of nuts for guys who really want to be castrated in the most brutal and horrendous way possible. I've used skill saws, saws-alls, vegetable slicers, routers, sanders and band-saws to remove guys balls. I try to offer methods and machines to match every possible fantasy and castation scenario. I shave them prior to cutting them, and have learned the hard way to administer an enema to clean them out before I nut them. More than once, I've had shit flying at the very moment a guy loses his balls due to the unexpected trauma of the deed.

For an extra charge, I video-tape the procedures and furnish my clinets with a copy so they can enjoy seeing the surrender of their testicles over and over again. It's sometimes the only thrill they get after they've given up their balls. Once a eunuch, a man must enjoy the afterglow of his final cum for the rest of his life, because once he's been castrated, the balls will no longer be there to fuel the fantasy! The operations are all irreversible.

So when Ben came in that day, I expected it to be a quick procedure. I always perform a routine medical exam on my clients prior to the cutting because if there is a chance they have a cancer or medical condition that could be made worse by their castration, I need to know in advance so we can cancel, postpone or reschedule the appointment.

I had Ben undress in the exam room. When he was totally naked, I had a good look at him. He was absolutely beautiful! His penis was about four inches long limp, but his ball bag was the most beautiful and attractive scrotum I had ever seen. It hung lower than his penis, and was so loose, I could detect the tissues, blood vessels and even the sperm cords through the ball bag. His public hair was darkish blond, bordering on brown. He had a line of hair from his belly button to his pubic mound, which wasn't very bushy. He had slight hair on his legs, a little under his arms, and none on his chest. I performed an examination on his testicles and detected no lumps or inordinant growth. I then had him bend over and I proceded to do a digital exam of his prostate. When he exposed his anus, I swear, I have never in my life seen such a lovely butthole, and believe me, I've seen a lot of them.

I savored inserting my finger into his secret little anal slit and enjoyed the warmth of his tubed chute as it folded in around my gloved finger. His hole yielded to my finger without resistance. I found no growth on his prostate, nor was it enlarged. When I had him stand straight up again, and offered him some tissues to wipe his bum of the lubricant I used, I noticed that his penis had grown a little but was not erect.

I checked his heart rate, blood pressure and respiratory functions, as well as his reflexes and concluded that Ben was a healthy man, and was eligible to proceed with his emasculation.

During the exam, I asked him why he wanted to lose his most beautiful nuts and he explained to me that he was a seminary student who struggled with lustful, sinful thoughts and desires ever since he was a teenager. He said he feared doing something sexually wrong to someone, maybe even a child, and had concluded that if he was castrated, it would cure him of his lusts.

I furnished him with some pamphlets that explained everything he needed to know about castration, and he read through the material earnestly. Occasioanlly when he read something that interested him, his penis leaped a little.

I explained that he was the last client of the day, and urged him to choose the method of his castration. He asked about changing his mind before the actual nutting, and I told him that he may change his mind at any time prior to the deed being done, but that in devices where the balls must be banded, the clock was ticking and he had to choose to abort or proceed before his balls started dying, otherwise he became a eunuch by default rather than by cutting.

He surveyed my inventory of devices, and choose the bagal slicer, and asked for a few "trial runs" first before the actual castration so that he could enjoy the arousal of the castration thrill. I banded him, clamped his balls in, and turned on the electric carving knife. As I approached his vulnerable nutsack, he raised his hand, "Wait," he said excitedly. "Can I cum one last time?" I nodded and undid him. He looked over at the log-splitter and asked if I would use that to castrate him. I consented and clamped and strapped him in.

His penis grew and sweat poured out on his forehead. I lustfully watched his butt and anus as he contemplated his pending emasculation. I saw his low-hanging balls secured in the rail awaiting the blade.

"Ready?" I asked.

"Okay," he said, then as quickly, begged me to stop. "I didn't cum yet," he said desperately.

I unstrapped and unclamped him, and decided to remove the bands because it seemed that Ben couldn't decide which method of castration he desired, and seemed aroused at the various devices available, plus wanted that all-important "last cum" before he lost them. He was clearly getting off on toying with which method he'd lose his balls. My clinic adheres to this sort of thing.

"Ben," I finally said. "I think you're not ready for this. Perhaps you'd like some extra time to think about it and reschedule for a later date."

"No," he said decisively, in fact the most decisive I'd seen him than afternoon. "I need to have this done because I'm afraid I'll do it myself and maybe even die as a result. I can't wait."

Seeing his predicament, I offered to let Ben stay the night in an apartment I kept adjacent ot the clinic. While we talked and got to know each other, he confessed some powerful same-sex lusts and desires, and asked if I provided those services. I did, for a fee of course.

He wanted to find out what it felt like to have an erect cock in his butt hole. He wanted to engage in castration play. He asked me to cut his nuts off and shove them into his asshole so that he could shit them out the next day as masculine turds to be flushed down the toilet. He wanted to suck my cock and taste my sperm. He wanted me to suck his nuts dry and then rip his balls off with my hand. During the night, I came to suspect that Ben wasn't really desiring castation as much as he might be a male whore out to get his jollies by playing at getting his rocks off permanently. At one point during the night, he asked me to watch him as he laid on his back on the floor, and raised his hips up over his chest, and then dangled his penis and nut sack over his mouth. He stroked his penis hard, and then in a few minutes, climax all over his face. His white, sticky, wet, hot cum filled his mouth as he begged me to slip a finger into his elevated anus. I watched him taste and savor his sperm, and realized that this seminary student was nothing like the wholesome types you'd expect to be studying for the ministry.

But in the morning, he was adament that he wanted to be castrated. To give him some more time to rethink the pending deballing, I shaved his lustful pubes off, administered an enema to his anus(I hate it when men shit on me at the moment of their castration), and asked him if he was certain he wanted to proceed before I banded his once-in-a-lifetime beautuful balls again.

He nodded, and said he wanted the log splitter to nut him. I asked about a mild sedative, and he declined, stating that he wanted to punish his testicles because they had caused him so much torment since his teen years.

When I had him strapped in, I allowed him enough time to stroke his penis to an erection. I watched him from the back, taking in his good-looking butt, sensual anus, beautiful cheeks, and low-hanging balls. I thought to myself that this will be quite a sacrifice for this young man because he had the most enviable nut sack and balls I had ever seen. I couldn't decide what I was going to do with them, but I knew I had to preserve them in a special way to honor them and commemorate their severing from his crotch.

As I thought about these things, Ben stroked his penis. I heard him whisper something, so I asked if he needed something. He simply said, "Could you put your finger into my asshole? I think some anal stimulation will help me cum one last time."

I obliged, but I kept hearing him whisper. I leaned closer, lustully hovering over his bare butt, and heard him in a prayer. "Jesus, please take them. I'm giving them up for you. Please help me to become a eunuch for the kingdom of heaven's sake. Please remove my male curse. Take my testicles."

At the moment when I felt his anus tighten powerfully around my finger, and realized it was the pinching, relaxing and flexing of a pending climax, I pushed against his prostrate and waited for the sperm release to shoot out all over the rails in front of his cock.

But instead of cumming, Ben shouted, "Now! Cut my balls off! Release the blade. Castrate me now! Emasculate me! Slice my nuts off! Liberate me from my nuts! Please! Take my testicles!"

I released the blade and watched it slide at high speed down the rail guides. It stopped at the guard at the other end with a thud, but by the time it reached that, Ben's balls had dropped off into the nut tray placed there for that purpose. His butthole relaxed, and Ben collapsed forward. His banded crotch and nutsack bled very little.

I slowly removed my finger from his anus and he sighed heavily in relief. His butt hole closed in around itself as my finger exited it. He had desired to be castrated without being able to climax his last time.

"Ben, are you alright?" I asked him. "Why didn't you want to cum one last time?"

"Last night was my last time," he said. "That was for pleasure. This was for punishment."

As a dull ache began to overcome his body, I released him and escorted him to the recovery clinic, and tended to his newly-acquired and desired wounds. When he was resting comfortably-he finally consented to having some sedation--I went to the log-splitter to retrieve his severed testicles. I placed them in a jar of preservative before deciding what to do with them.

I surveyed the log-splitter, expecting to see an involuntary pool of sperm on the guide rails where his penis had rested. Some guys actually do shoot at the moment their balls are cut off, but the rail was dry, as was Ben now that he had been castrated. He had gone throught with the act, was now a eunuch, and could fully focus on his seminary studies.

I allow high-paying clients to stay in recovery for about three days. During that time, Ben healed nicely, and prior to leaving my clinic for good, stood at the door and asked, "Do you cut off cocks too?"

I nodded. He then said, "I might have to come back in a month or two, then." With that, he exited my clinic.

What did I do with his balls? I mounted them in my private quarters, and mastrubated while looking at them and recalled what those gorgeous balls looked like dangling from Ben's crotch. I also watched the video nearly every day, while I reflected on my own compulsion and lusts: that is, to cut balls off whenever I got the chance. It's strictly supply and demand, you see.