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Tim stepped out of the shower and towelled himself dry. He had just showered off the depilatory cream that he had applied all over his body fifteen minutes earlier. He like to keep himself smooth, and today he had applied more than usual care to removing the hair from his scrotum. Tim walked into his bedroom and studied himself in the full-length mirror. He was thirty years old with short blond hair and a good physique. A fine pair of tribal armbands tattooed around his biceps and a ring through each nipple were the only obvious signs of modification. Tim examined his scrotum, which still bore the scars of an unsuccessful burdizzo castration attempt the previous year. This had annoyed him intensely because he had given time out while on a holiday trip to the US to visit a guy in Houston and get himself burdizzoed. To be fair, the Texan cutter had warned him that the burdizzo is not always successful on humans, but Tim had really looked forward to seeing his large nuts gradually get smaller. Today he was going to achieve his ambition. Tim had met a guy online, Rob, they had chatted a lot and today they were finally going to meet. Rob knew the problems associated with burdizzo castrations and had devised a way of cauterising the cords that would have the same effect as the burdizzo but without the uncertainty. Tim pulled on a T-shirt and the loose-fitting jeans he had been advised to wear, had a hasty breakfast and set off to drive the hundred and twenty miles to meet Rob. After an uneventful journey he at last arrived outside a small house in a nondescript suburb. He rang the bell, and a burly man in his forties with a shaved head and dressed in T-shirt and jeans came to the door. This was Rob. Tim could see the bulge of heavy nipple rings through Robs T-shirt, and was impressed by his heavily-tattooed arms. The hallway was full of biking paraphernalia; boots, helmets and leathers. Rob made a couple of mugs of coffee and discussed the procedure with Tim. As Tim was keen to go ahead without any delay Rob led him upstairs to the room he used for modifications. The room was sparsely furnished with a medical examination couch, a table near it, a small cabinet of drawers and a heavy wooden chair fixed with leather straps and restraints. Tim eyed the chair nervously. Rob caught his gaze and explained that some of his customers liked their modifications to happen during an SM scene so he had to have the right equipment. Tim stripped himself of his clothes and lay upon the couch. Rob examined his scrotum carefully and said, I see what you mean about the burdizzo scars, but they wont be a problem. He pulled on some surgical gloves, then wiped Tims scrotum with an antiseptic solution. Rob felt Tims scrotum, located the cords and gently eased them to the side. He fixed a couple of clamps to each cord to secure them in position. Go for it? asked Rob. God, yes Tim replied. Rob loaded a syringe with Xylocaine, and injected some into Tims right cord and into his scrotal skin. Tim winced as the needle hit his cord. Not many of my clients enjoy that part chuckled Rob, but thats all the pain youre going to have, I promise. Tim winced again as Rob injected the anaesthetic into his left cord and the left side of his scrotum. While the Xylocaine was taking effect Rob removed a cloth that covered a tray on the table and revealed four more clamps, two disposable scalpels in their sterile packing, an old-style steel scalpel, a thin rod about six inches long and with a hooked end, and a couple of curved suture needles, already threaded and in their sterile packs. Rob lit the Bunsen burner that stood on the table, and then turned his attention back to Tim. Rob removed one of the scalpels from its sterile pack and made a small incision, about half an inch long, in the right side of Tims scrotum. He swabbed the small trickle of blood and inserted into Tims sac the rod with the hooked end. Having located the cord he hooked it and pulled it through the incision, then fixed two clamps on it to keep it from slipping back inside the scrotum as he unhooked the rod. Rob then turned his attention to the left side of Tims sac and repeated the procedure. Tims sac had now been opened on both sides; his cords were exposed and clamped to make them ready for the procedure. Rob grunted with satisfaction at the preparation. He picked up the steel scalpel from the tray and held the blade above the flame of the Bunsen burner. Tim watched as the blade began to glow a dull red, then Rob took the scalpel away from the flame. The trick is to let the steel cool from red-hot to grey-hot explained Rob. If its red-hot it will cause blistering; if its just grey-hot itll cauterise without causing unnecessary damage. Tim saw the hot steel heading towards his right cord and closed his eyes in anticipation of the pain. Rob passed the hot blade through the right cord, between the two clamps. There was no pain, and before the smell of his seared right cord reached Tims nostrils Rob was already working on his left cord. As the hot blade cut through the cord it cauterised the cut ends. Rob carefully removed the clamps from the severed cords and checked to ensure there was no bleeding. He gently tugged the bottom of Tims scrotum and the cords disappeared back inside. Time to sew you up he said, and removed a curved needle from its pack and began stitching the wound on the right. Are you sure it worked? asked Tim, surprised that it had happened so quickly. One hundred percent sure replied Rob, your cords are severed and cauterised; you got what you came for and youre now a castrated man. As Rob sutured the wounds he said, Your nuts are now deprived of their blood supply and they will be dead in about twenty minutes. In the next few weeks as they gradually atrophy they will shrink, just as they would have done last year if the burdizzo castration had worked for you. Ill give you a sterile scalpel to take home, and in a weeks time you can remove the stitches. Give me a call if you have any problems. Rob cleaned Tims scrotum with antiseptic solution, placed a dressing on each wound and gently bound his scrotum with a bandage. OK mate, you can get off the couch now and get your clothes back on. Come downstairs for some coffee and sit down for a while before you leave. By the way, your nipples might become very sensitive as your hormone balance changes; if they become a problem and you want them removed come and see me again. I really enjoy nipple-removal its one of my favourite modifications! Tim had a coffee and a chat, and left about an hour later a happy castrated man. |