I collect the testicles and turn them over to my clients in exchange for a lucrative fee. I have two assistants; Carla, who during the day time is a nurse, and Mike, who looks like a bouncer, helps subdue men who resist my collection efforts, and runs the video recorder. Not only do I collect the balls, I furnish my clients with a video recording of the session as a visual affidavit that I have performed the services for which they've paid.

I recently performed castrations on two young men in one night after receiving calls from fathers wanting to settle a score. The reactions of the two men were so totally opposite and remarkable, I am compelled to share the experiences with you.

Indeed, these are my favorite incidents.

When I and my assistants arrived at the first apartment, a thin-looking young man answered the door. He looked like a skinhead, had that "grunge" look, and appeared as though he hadn't bathed in a few days. He was wearing a tanktop, loose-fitting pants, and was barefoot. He had nubs of hair on his head, and a few days' growth of facial hair. His dark underarm hair peeked out from his tanktop. He had tattoos on his arms, biceps and neck. He had piercings on his eyebrows, his nose and in both his ears. A tattoo of a tear was dripping from his eye. My first reaction to his appearance was that we were going to have trouble with him. His was the sort of intimidating appearance decent families dread when they see them out in public. I was glad Mike was with us.

When he looked us over and sized us up, he turned to someone else in the apartment that we could not see, and announced, "They're here." He then welcomed us in.

Even as I entered the apartment, I suspected a trap. What would this skinhead do now? Pull a gun on us?

Showing no fear, I said, "I'm here to collect."

"I know," he responded calmly, just as a young woman entered the living room.

She immediately became hostile, "I told my dad that I love Norman and that I'm not going to break up with him no matter how much he hates him."

So this young woman was my client's daughter! I was unaccustomed to having another person present related to one of my clients. This could complicate the situation drastically.

I looked her over. She was a little bit heavier than Norman, sported that hideous "goth" look, had black polished fingernails and dyed black hair. Her face was very white with makeup, and her eyes were accented with heavy, dark eyeliner that gave her a hard look. She too displayed many a tattoo on her arms, chest, neck and legs.

Their apartment was a testiment to the fact that neither one of these young people had acquired housekeeping skills along the way. The odor was pungent and objectionable.

As I mused upon these things, the girl, whose name I learned from her father was Cathy, spoke again.

"We have a surprise for dear old daddy that will totally blow him away," she asserted. "It will be so unexpected by him, he'll regret hiring you to cut Norman's balls off! No matter what happens, I'm not leaving Norman, and when you turn his balls over to my dad, you can tell him to his face that I said that."

I asked them both, "So you two were expecting us tonight?"

Norman, with a soft spoken voice, said very evenly and calmly, "No we didn't know you were coming tonight, but ever since her dad threatened to have me castrated if I didn't leave his dauther alone, we've been expecting that you would visit sometime. We just didn't know the exact time."

I just had to know something from these two young people. "Are we going to have any trouble with you tonight?"

Norman shook his head, but Cathy, clearly the most dominant one in the relationship, and the most vocal, said, "No. But we're going to be in charge of this ordeal, and we're going to be the ones who decide just when and what we surrender. Ever since my dad threatened Norman with losing his balls, we have started engaging in castration play and having mock castrations. We've found we get off on it. We're so fucking hot and aroused by the thought of it, we want to act out our little drama ourselves, make it memorable, and then once we're through, you can take to my dad what you came here for."

I nodded. The terms were agreeable to me.

I outlined for them my procedure and my methods: first I shave the man's pubic hair off so as to negate any chance of infection, I administer an enema to clean him out lest he release his bowels in my face at the precise moment his nuts are sliced off, and then I recommend he take a shower to clean off any lingering pubes, and finally, I offer him the opportunity for a final orgasm before I collect.

"We'll do all that ourselves," Cathy said firmly. Mike, who realized he wouldn't be needed to strongarm Norman, set up the video camera. Carla readied her medical supplies as she assumed that Norman and Cathy probably hadn't fantacized about his emasculation beyond the actual deed. Medical care would be indicated once Norman was nutted.

Cathy stripped, whereupon she revealed more tattoos on her torso and back. She was shapely and attractive even though I was put off by the goth look. Her pubic hair was jet black, and she also had hair under her arms. That is very uncommon, but I found it somewhat attractive. Her nipples were pierced. She walked to Norman and had him raise his arms so she could take his tank top off. She then unzipped his pants and let them fall to the floor around his ankles. She yanked his boxer shorts off and they both were stark naked. Norman, despite his skinhead appearance, was acutally a very good looking young man. He had more tattoos on his back and across his butt, and on his thighs: enough tattoos that his skin was sufficiently dark to qualify him to be a different race! I could detect his body odor: it was musky, as was his armpits, and his crotch was ripe with that end-of-the-day day smell when most everyone else would be hitting the showers to freshen up. Cathy's aroma was not perfumed: it was female and all natural. The combo between the two would excite (or repel) the aniaml passions and instinct in anyone with a keen sense of smell!

They embraced and kissed, her pressing her tongue deep into Norman's mouth, where I suspected, he probably also had a tongue piercing.

She then knelt before him so that his penis was eye level with her. It was then that I noticed that the head of Norman's penis had been incised into four parts, resembling a four-leaf clover. He had a Prince Albert penile piercing. As I surveyed his nakedness, I also noticed a scrotal piercing on his nut sack.

Cathy sucked the divided penis into her mouth and Norman became immediately aroused. She cupped his ball bag and squeezed it bruttally. I could see Norman's scrotum shining in the dim lights of the livingroon like a billiard ball.

He reached down and fondled her pierced nipples, causing her to coo and groan appreciatively.

She then stood up, grabbed Norman's penis and led him into the bathroom. We followed them into the dingy bathroom, Mike with camera rolling.

Cathy sat on the toilet while Norman flopped his manhood on the counter by the sink. She picked up an exacto knife, and I interrpted.

"I really recommend a pubic shave before castration."

"Oh, I forgot," she said. "I'm so fucking hot and wet right now, I was going to proceed with his nutting without taking all the proper precautions." Seme oozed in a string from the young man's penis.

She had Norman stand in the shower stall, and lathered up his genital region. She them took a razor and began to shave him as bald as his head was. She shaved his pubic patch, and then had him turn around and bend over. Cathy then pulled the razor up and down Norman's cheeks, into his crack, and over his crotch. His pubic hair fell to the bath tub floor in globs of shaving-cream piles. It was darkish brown in color.

She then commanded Norman to get on his hands and knees near the bathtub, and adminsitered his enema. I have to confess at this point that I was aroused as I watched the enema tube being lubed by Cathy and inserted into Norman's anus. Usually I'm all business when I come to collect, and I don't focus on the visual aspect of all the prep work leading up to a castration. When Norman announced he was ready to burst, Cathy let him relieve himself on the toilet. He thundered and splashed and grunted as the enema fluid gushed out of him in a torrential flow. He was cleaned out that's for sure, and his butt hole probably smelled better now than it had in days.

Once his shaving and enema evacuation was done, Cathy looked up at me. I nodded in approval. Norman and Cathy then showered together. When he exited the shower, Norman looked like a 12-year-old boy; but for the tattoos.

Then it was her back on the toilet and him at the sink with his genitals laid out on the counter awaiting the exacto knife. I was amazed as Cathy took the blade and directed Norman to hold each of his testicles apart so that his outstreteched scrotum lay flat on the counter. She then sliced his nut sack open, leaving an inch and a half incision. Blood oozed from the wound and Norman grimmaced.

"Baby," she comforted him, "remember how much you get off on pain mixed with pleasure."

A sweat broke out on Norman's head as he nodded. Cathy took some gauze and dabbed Norman's incision. She then squeezed both Norman's nuts out of his scrotum; first one and then the other. I at first thought that she was going to go ahead and proceed with his nutting with the exacto knife, denying him his last cum.

But instead, Cathy allowed Norman's testicles to dangle in the open air on his sperm cords as she took some more gauze and rolled up the incised scrotum into the opening and jammed gauze inside his nut sack to staunch the flow of blood. I imagine his tucked up ball bag resembled a rolled up condom fresh out of the package, except that the rolls were inside Norman's nutsack.

Cathy nodded to the sink and Norman turned on the water and washed his naked nuts off as they hung over the edge of the sink. They were a pinkish gray in appearance, and I could clearly see blood vessels, tissue layers and the spermatic cords. Once he rinsed off his danglers, the young couple made their way to their ransacked bedroom where they reposed on the bed, taking up a 69 position with her on the bottom. She spread her legs and Norman began to lick, suck and tongue-fondle her clit. I was aroused again as I saw her ample thighs, pubic patch and crack opened up for our view. Norman inserted his tongue into Cathy's vag and drank her love nector. He even tongued her anus as he oral-sexed her to a full-throated gutteral orgasm. Her clit swelled and female juices flowed from her lovely penis pit as Norman drank in her sex brew to quench his lust thirst.

I turned to Mike. "Are you getting all this?" He nodded.

As Norman pleasured Cathy's clit and crotch, she sucked, nibbled and pulled at his exposed balls. I watched in fascination as she took one and then the other into her mouth and teased Norman with losing them with an agressive bite. His hard penis leaked semen generously as Cathy pulled Norman's balls up toward his exposed anus and rubbed his butthole with his own balls, going back and forth across his covert anal slit. She then swung them like masculine pendulums back and forth across her face. She slapped then, squeezed them, and pulled them in opposite directions, slapping them against his thighs, butt and her hungry mouth.

"You never know the exact second I'm going to castrate you, do you lover?" she asked him. Norman shook his head side to side, never letting Cathy's clit loose from his mouth. He groaned in ecstacy and spread his legs wider granting her greater access to his dangling manhood.

If I though I could have gotten away with it, I would have pulled my penis out of my pants and wanked right then and there! I had never seen anything like this before in all my collection efforts. These young people really had a thing going here and they were right: It was hot! It was erotic! It made being castrated worth every moment of anticipation and execution!

When Cathy's pulsating, convulsing, riveting orgasm was over, she demanded, "Put it in, baby, put it in."

Norman turned from Cathy's crotch to her face, and then inserted his penis into her vagina for some good old fashioned, traditional intercourse.

As he rocked back and forth, Norman's dangling balls slapped at Cathy's crack and anus. "Oooo baby," she said lustily, "Beat me with your bare balls! Slap my asshole with your naked nuts! Fuck me with your soon-to-be-gone gonads!"

Clearly, these two had rehearsed and plotted this scenario as they were obviosuly enjoying it even though Norman would soon relinquish all sexual pleasure and masculine ability with the removal of his testicles!

I knew the precise moment of Norman's climax: His butt hole puckered, relaxed and then puckered and relaxed repeatedly in that "anus action" that accompanies an orgasm. Cathy grabbed Norman's cheeks and pulled him powerfully into her hole as far as she could. Her fingernails dug deep into Norman's cheeks, and she parted them, exposing his anus for Mike's camera to record. He pumped his tattooed butt up and down, probing Cathy's hole deeper and deeper as he shot his last wad in a powerful, satisfying, and aggressive\ full-groan climax.

He then collapsed on Cathy, his heavy breathing matching hers. His legs were still apart, and I saw Norman's spent and empty balls hanging from their sperm cords vulnerable, unprotected, exposed and ready to be cut off. His sperm oozed slowly out of Cathy's penis pit, and gently flowed down toward her anus and butt crack to flavor and season it with male milk.

"Now baby," Cathy said. Norman rolled off and Cathy retrieved something from the nightstand. It was a device of some sort that she announced was a "clit clipper."

"That's my surpise for daddy," she said sarcastically. "I'm going to send my clit back to daddy with you along with Norman's balls. That will teach him a lession: He wanted to protect his little girl from her boyfriend, but instead got something he didn't count on!"

As Mike rolled tape, and Carla prepared to administer first aid, Cathly clamped the clit clipper to her clitoris, and ensured it was in the right place. She explained that it would coax her clit to bulge out like an aroused penis, and then with the flick of a switch, slice her clit right off.

She then handed Norman a pair of scissors. At a pre-ordained moment, she threw the swtich on her clit clipper while Norman simultaneously cut his balls off at the sperm cords with the scissors! The clit clipper snapped with a metallic, abrupt and unsettling clank!

She screamed as the pain was unanticipated. She wasn't prepared for that, I think. Her clipped clit was now inside that little device ready for presentation to my client. When Norman's testicles dropped to the bedsheets, he simply sighed heavily, seemingly relieved that the deed was done. His spread legs were shaking uncontrollably.

I collected both Cathy's clit clipper and Norman's balls while Carla attended to the couple's self-inflicted wounds.

We left a short time later for my next appointment after Carla furnished them with some first aid information. But in the days that followed, I did return visits to Cathy and Norman's apartment because I had grown fond of them and wanted to make sure they would be okay. They were. They had a bond established through mutual trauma now that was inseparable, and I though that if any couple were going to "make it," it was them, even without all their genitalia.

They requested a copy of the DVD Mike made so they could relive their final act of defiance and love over and over again.

On the way to our second appointment, Carla, Mike and I all confessed that we were highly aroused at what we'd just seen.

When Lawrence, our second collection for the night, answered the door, I informed him of our purpose, and asked if he had any questions.

Lawrence looked to be in his mid to late 20s. He was a complete contrast to Norman. Lawrence had short hair, no facial hair, no tattoos and no piercings. He looked like he'd just gotten home from a stock broker's office. He was very clean as was his apartment. He smelled good.

He was also very nervous.

"I need to tell you something," he said, his voice quivering and his eyes darting about. "I think you need to know that my girlfriend's dad is very unreasonable. We love each other and we're committed to each other. I want to take good care of her. If he knew that he might change his mind."

I told Lawrence, "Your girlfriend's dad told me she is pregnant!"

Lawrence looked shocked. He had not known that.

"He believes you opened a special gift before the right occasion, and he wants to make sure you can't spawn any more kids and ruin some other girl's life."

Shocked and desperate, Lawrence said, "Guys, you need to know that since I began dating her, I have become a born-again Christian."

"A Christian?" I asked.

"Yes, I've placed my faith in the Lord Jesus Christ as my personal Savior. I'm a new creature in Christ. I'm a different man now. I think her father will change his mind when he hears that!"

"Was your conversion before or after you knocked her up?" I asked.

Lawrence hanged his head down sheepishly. "After," he said quietly.

I called the girl's father and shared this new information with him. But my client was resolute: Lawrence was to be castrated, with or without Christ! He was especially angry that Lawrence seemed to be using religion as some sort of "get out of jail free" card.

I instructed Lawrence to get undressed. He resisted so I told him either he do it voluntarily, or Mike would strip him. Lawrence relented. When he was fully naked, I got a good look at him. He was in good physical shape, but not like a body-builder. He had sandy brown hair, and his pubes were slightly darker. His underarms boasted sparse hair that was also the same color as his pubic hair. There was a thin line of hair from his belly button to his pubic patch. His legs were not very hairy at all.

His penis was about four inches long limp, and his testicles hung a little lower than his penis from his crotch. His butt and back were good looking. I directed him into his bathroom to begin prepping him for his castration. While Mike rolled tape, I shaved Lawrence, administered the enema into his desirable butt hole, and then waited while he loudly evacuated his bowels. I then instructed him to shower and afforded him the opportunity to enjoy one last climax before his balls were collected.

He lay on his bed with his limp penis and couldn't get an erection. We waited for what seemed a long time.

"Do you need help?" I asked.

Lawrence nodded. Carla sprang into action, undressing and joining the soon-to-be-nutted young man on his clean bed. She stroked his penis, massaged his nut sack, and outlined the sensual secrecy of his sweet crack and luscious anus. When Lawrence's penis rose to the occasion, Carla, inserted her finger deep into his clean asshole, massaging his prostate and probing it, preparing it for the eventual eruption of his final orgasm.

Lawrence grabbed his own penis as the orgasm arrived, turned onto his side in a fetal position and feverishly worked his penis to an orgasm. Carla's finger never left his anus as he wanked.

Then, secretly, privately, Lawrence shot his final wad in a covert fashion, concealing from us the visual evidence of his sperm gush. Once he was through convulsing with orgasmic spasms, squirts of sperm, and seizures, he relaxed completely as Carla removed her finger from his anus. But he maintained that fetal position, concealing his genitals.

I realized that Lawrence was putting up some more resistance. "Lawrence, the last guy I nutted who resisted like you're doing lost more than he bargained for. You see, he struggled, and wrestled, and fought off our attempts to collect so much that when the moment for his emasulation arrived, I inadvertently sliced off a large chunk of his penis along with his testicles!"

Lawrence, who was heavily breathing following his climax, stopped for just a second as he pondered my words. His body became rigid and when he began breathing again, his breaths were sporadic like in a panic.

Then as we watched and as Mike recorded the ordeal, Lawrence rolled onto his back, and spread his legs, offering up his testicles. I guess surrendering his balls was more preferable for him than accidentally losing his penis! (Truth be known, I have never inadvertently cut off a guy's cock: I just say that to reluctant eunuchs to get them to cooperate. It works every time.)

I applied a castation device to Lawrnece's scrotum that encirculed his entire ball bag, and clamped it in place. His testicles were clearly visible through the transparent device. It works with blades and rollers. When activated, it gently separates the right nut from the left and tugs the scrotum down slightly so that a verticle blade can slice the nut sack open. Once this is done, the rollers then gently contract to push the testicles out of the newly-created opening. Once they are clear of the scrotum, a horizontal blade slices the nuts off at the sperm cords. The balls are very visible during this procedure, and we can seen them drop to the bottom of the box-like device as they are severed from the crotch. The whole procedure takes less than ten seconds. Then Carla sprang into action as I removed the device. It keeps the balls preserved until I present them to my client for full payment.

I collected my fee for Lawrence's castration without incident. His girlfriend's dad was satisfied that his nuts were adequate payment for the deed Lawrence had done to his daughter.

When Cathy's dad received both Norman's balls and his daughter's clit, he was so totally crestfallen, I knew that she had scored a major point against him even if it cost her her sensual, pleasureable little passion trigger and her boyfriend's balls. He paid me in full, but he was a broken man. Yes he'd wanted Norman castrated, but he never dreamed his daughter would stay with a nutted man, and he never anticipated she'd be willing to sacrifice something dear to her just to make a point with her dad!

I have many more stories to tell, but these two are my favorites!