© By Steve Aldea – May 2007

It was operations as usual; everybody worked out at the gym and sometimes would sneak to get a massage of their sore worked out muscles in the massage room. The room had a whirlpool bath and a table that looked like a Medical Clinic Exam Table. I was heading to get massage when one younger looking man smiled at me and dropped his towel to expose his empty scrotum ball sack castrated, with a smile on his face. He proceeded to say “tell the massage lady to castrate you, it will be good for you”, “I was number six and didn’t she do such a good job?

I commented to myself yes she the massage lady did do a good job and indeed I needed to be gelded, and this was my chance. I started out with the whirlpool bath when the massage lady came and reached between my legs and squeezed my balls kind rough and I let out a sigh, saying “you can have them lady”, castrate me please make me number seven, to add to your 6 jars of testicles you already harvested today?

He calmly massaged my shoulders and relaxed me completely before having me exit the whirlpool hot bath and lay down spread eagled on the medical table with feet in stirrups. She told me to put my feet in the stirrups and it would only take 20 minutes or so before she would have my testicles. I sighed again, and felt relief she was going to castrate me and make me a Eunuch man.

She took some tape and taped my penis to my lower abs before I felt a few pin pricks of a needle being shot into my sack and cords. Before I knew it she made a lower midline cut down my ball sack and snipped my balls free and was closing me up. She told me to be careful for two weeks, to wear a jock strap and come see her in a few days to take the stitches out.

I understand now why castrate number six was so happy, it was a perfect place to harvest male human testicles, and hell I was over 40 so I did not give a rat’s ass about procreation, I was already having troubles with my balls from having a vasectomy from the VA in Los Angeles, CA.

Well time will only tell how many were castrated each day, or week by the massage Lady at 24 hour fitness Gyms, I was sure glad that she offered the service for the willing, and for those not so willing when she made men understand it was for the best to be castrated.

I never did again have to wear jocks after being castrated, it was a somber affair I am sure, and one’s opportunity to get snipped in a kinder, gentler way in the 21st century.

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