The Burdizzo, Part 2

One thing that Harry liked me to do was to gnaw gently on the root of his cock - though he might not have been so eager for this treatment had he known that I was fantasizing about biting his cock off. I had other fantasies as well, and they all involved the removal of Harry's balls by one means or another. It wasn't long before my thoughts turned from fantasy to more practical methods of achieving this desirable result. As the son of a Vet with a country practice, I know something about castrating large animals, and I soon started thinking seriously about the most efficient way of de-balling my bullying, sex mad step-brother. There were 3 basic methods for neutering an animal such as a calf; surgically with a knife - which involved quite a lot of bleeding; and the so-called bloodless methods involving the use of an instrument such as the Elastrator or the less complicated Burdizzo.

I immediately rejected the use of a knife or other sharp object. Not only was there too much risk of Harry dying from blood loss, but I didn't want Harry to know that he had become a eunuch right away - and it would be hard for him not to notice that his balls had been cut off. This left the Burdizzo and the Elastrator. The latter had the higher success rate but involved the placing of a tight band around the scrotum, and leaving it there for a day or two. Again, were Harry to wake up one morning and find that he had been banded in this way he might get suspicious and start asking awkward questions. I decided that I would have to use the Burdizzo.

The Burdizzo is a simple device - just a pair of jaws with long handles so that the operator can use them to crush the cords that bring life to the testicles and carry away the sperm they produce. When used properly the jaws do not even break the skin of the scrotum - but they do usually leave marks. Each testicle has to be dealt with separately, and great care has to be taken to ensure that the cords do not slip out from between the jaws and thus escape being crushed.

I not only knew that there was a Burdizzo in the house, but I also had a key to the storeroom where it, and the other supplies I was going to need, were kept. I couldn't remember how I came to have this key, but I was pretty sure that no one knew I had it. I thought about what I was going to need. A hypodermic syringe and needle. That was no problem - there were boxes of them in the storeroom. An anesthetic - plenty of that available too. Some sleeping pills. That caused me to stop and think. Ah! My mother had been unable to sleep well after my father died and had a prescription for sleeping pills. Perhaps she still had some left. I would have to check her medecine cabinet. Then there was the problem of getting the pills into Harry. This problem was solved by Harry himself. He had got into the habit of bringing a can of Coke with him when he came to my bedroom to be serviced. He would place the opened can on my bedside table and it shouldn't be difficult for me to slip a couple of pills into it while Harry's attention was on other things.

There was one problem that was causing me some concern. What to do about the marks that the Burdizzo was sure to leave on Harry's scrotum. I couldn't pad the jaws. If I did that I wouldn't be able to exert enough pressure to crush the cords. I finally decided that I would have to compromise - I would put a small plate across the top surface of Harry's ball-sac to spread the pressure evenly. The underside would be left unprotected so that the serrated jaws could do their work. The marks would be discovered eventually, but Harry was going to find out what had happened to him in a few days anyway.

Well, I thought, the house is empty so why wait. I hurried down to the basement workshop and started searching through a bin of discarded metal and other parts. I very quickly found something that could have been made for the purpose - a small piece of aluminum about 1.5 by 3 inches, about a sixteenth of an inch thick. Slipping it into my pocket I headed for the storeroom - having remembered to bring my key. I first checked out the Burdizzo. It was the largest size - with 19" handles. That was good - I would need all the leverage I could get. I also checked the serrations on the jaws. With only one jaw doing most of the work I had to make sure I positioned the device so that the serrations would be running across the cords, not parallel to them. I replaced the Burdizzo on its shelf - there was no point in taking it until it was needed - and quickly found the other supplies I wanted. Locking up after me, I left and wen't back to my bedroom to hide everything.

I had been lucky so far - would my luck hold? Going to my parents' bathroom I opened the medicine cabinet. It was full of bottles and jars and all sorts of other stuff. On the theory that my mother hadn't needed to take any sleeping pills lately I started looking at the containers at the back first. The fourth bottle I pulled out had a druggist's prescription label on it. I read it quickly - yes! sleeping pills. The bottle rattled when I shook it. Removing the top I took out 3 pills and put back the bottle. I was now so excited that I was actually skipping as I headed back to my room. Everything was now ready. I only hoped I wouldn't chicken out when it was time to actually turn Harry into a eunuch.

That evening as I waited for Harry to put in his usual nightly appearance. I was trembling with nervousness. I had to calm down lest Harry started to wonder why I was behaving oddly. However, everything was OK, and later, as I swallowed Harry's cum, I thought to myself that it was almost the last time I would have to do this. I even remembered to slip the pills into Harry's Coke can, but at the last moment Harry almost screwed everything up. He got up to go back to his room - and left the Coke by my bed. I took a chance and called out, "Can I have this, Harry?" He turned and saw me holding up the half empty can.

"No, it's mine." he said, and ran back and grabbed the can from me. He then stood in the middle of the room and, throwing back his head, gulped down the contents. "Ugh," he said, "That stuff just doesn't taste the way it used to." With that, he turned and went into his own bedroom.

I waited - for what seemed the longest half-hour of my life. Then I got up and picking up the paper sack I had put my stuff in, I carefully opened the door to Harry's room. I could hear him snoring quietly, and by the light from the lamp I had left on in my own room I could see that he was lying on his back. I gently pulled back the covers and saw that, as I expected, he was naked. Not only that, he had his legs wide apart. It was as if he was deliberately making things easy for me. Well, no time now for second thoughts - it was was time to get to work. I took the syringe and bottle of anesthetic from the bag and carefully filled the syringe. Then I squirted a little out to get rid of any air bubbles. I moved Harry's limp penis out of the way and injected some of the fluid into four places around Harry's scrotum in the area where I wad be using the Burdizzo. This would do nothing to ease the pain from the crushing of the cords, but it would at least mask the pain inflicted on the scrotum.

I then left to collect the Burdizzo, thus allowing time for the anesthetic to take effect. When I returned with the instrument I pinched Harry's scrotum - Harry didn't stir. Now came the hard part. I took out the small plate, and after breathing on it and rubbing it to bring it up to body temperature, I carefully laid it across Harry's scrotum between his balls - which I had gently squeezed down to the bottom of his sac - and his groin. So far so good. I gently lifted up the sac and felt for the cords for the left testicle. Finding them, I positioned the lower jaw of the Burdizzo and slowly closed the upper jaw down on to the plate. I then took a deep breath and squeezed the 2 handles of the Burdizzo together as hard as I could. Harry grunted and rolled his head from side to side a couple of times. He also flexed his legs, but didn't grab his scrotum as I was afraid he might. He quietened down and I slowly released my breath. I kept the handles closed for half a minute and then removed the Burdizzo and the plate. Using my thumb and forefinger, I felt for the cord I had hopefully crushed. As far as I could tell I had been successful.

I then repeated the whole process with the right testicle. Again Harry reacted to the pain and this time he actually raised his pelvis off the matress. Luckily the pressure I was exerting with the handles prevented the jaws from slipping out of position. Again I manually checked the cords - Harry was now a eunuch.

As I lay in bed after putting everything away and getting rid of the used syringe and anesthetic bottle, I hugged myself with glee. I could hardly wait for the morning - when the fun would begin.

(To be continued)