Most of my castrations are on men who come in alone, but sometimes I do get couples. I’ve noticed two types. Usually, a pair of younger gay males wishes to fully consummate their relationship by being castrated together. Almost always they request my trim castration – wanting to mark their love on each other – though sometimes the submissive member will request a full shave, leaving the dominant one still able to fuck him. These are often a lot of fun, and a pleasure to do. I get to castrate two men at one time, and both are determined to enjoy the experience. Indeed, usually I can fuck them as much as I wish, and the threesome the night before the operations is always hot.

The other type of couple seldom fits a standard form. Generally, there is a dominant and submissive male, and just the latter is to get clipped. They’re all ages, but they almost always are playing a role. This can make handling them difficult, until I learn exactly the role they want me to play. Mostly, they want to act as though the dominant one is having the submissive castrated, even forcing him. Usually, he wants it badly and, I believe, had to talk his partner into letting him get it. Nonetheless, illusion is everything. Sometimes I am allowed to communicate only through the dominant partner. My most interesting and unusual case was one of these. But it had twists, and things were not quite what they at first seemed.

About a year ago, I received a call from one of my former clients, a friend of Dave’s whom I castrated about two years earlier. He said there was a couple down in the city that seriously needed to have one member castrated. I said I was interested, and told him to arrange for them to drive up and meet me on Saturday at The Golden Bullock. I do most of my interviews of out-of-area clients on Saturdays. We rang off and I noted the appointment.

On Saturday, I arrived at the Bullock a few minutes early. Shortly, the oddest couple of men walked in. One was a petite white guy, cute as could be. He couldn’t have been over 5’ 6" tall, and looked to be in his late twenties. I thought he was probably my client. The other, however, was a tall muscular fit-looking black man. He must have been about 6’ 4" and about 220 pounds, perhaps about thirty, and he was very dark complexioned. He definitely looked like somebody I wouldn’t wish to antagonize. This salt-and-pepper pair was a real Mutt-and-Jeff combination. The small guy introduced himself as Jeff (oh wow!) and said his friend’s name was Tyrone. I said "Hi," and Tyrone just gave me a big smile.

We ordered beers and proceeded to sit at a back booth. Jeff did all the talking, and I soon figured that things were not as I had at first thought. The gist was that Jeff needed to have Tyrone castrated, indeed fully castrated. Tyrone looked interested and smiled more whenever castrating him was mentioned. Jeff said that Tyrone’s balls and his big useless cock just got in the way when he fucked him (Tyrone grinned), and he wanted them taken off. It looked as though Tyrone felt the same way; he nodded and smiled through the whole talk about him. I could tell Tyrone really wanted to get castrated. Clearly he was a man you couldn’t put anything over on if he didn’t want you to. Even though Jeff here was playing the dominant role, I knew who really ran that household. I agreed, if everything checked out, to do the job. Jeff was delighted, and Tyrone just grinned more.

I told them that a full castration was a pretty major step, and would take quite some time. I wanted them to come up early next Saturday morning, and to be prepared to stay over that night. I like all my clean shaves to stay an extra day, just in case. Jeff said he understood and it would be no problem. I then broached a subject that seemed to bother Jeff. I suggested that I could leave a part of Tyrone’s urethra under his skin, so he could stimulate himself and thus relieve sexual stresses. I generally recommend this to younger full shaves; it leaves them with some, though limited, sexual options. My older clients generally don’t care. Essentially, I make a parallel slice into the penis almost to the piss tube. I then filet out the tube and the bundle of nerves around it, slice it lengthwise, and then remove the rest of the penis. I then fold the flattened tube back under the remaining skin of the ballsac. It stays under there when the sac is stitched tight. The urethra is the most sexually sensitive part of the penis, so this gives my full shaves some chance at release.

Jeff was very clear, "No way. I don’t want him doing that." Tyrone nodded agreement and I dropped the subject. Actually it’s better for me. My job is easier, and it doesn’t hash up the subject’s penis. I can stitch it up afterwards, but it never looks quite right in my collection.

We now agreed on what was to be done. I asked Jeff to bring Tyrone into the backroom so that I could check for anything unusual. They willingly went, Jeff leading. Tyrone immediately dropped his pants, and I was stunned for a second time. I’d expected to see a big piece of black meat; I wasn’t disappointed, but the way it was displayed surprised me. Tyrone had it tied back between his legs, giving a good impression of a man already shaven. Jeff reached over and untied the cock. I noticed that Tyrone had two small gold rings – one on the underside of his cock, just below the head, and another well between his legs, almost to his ass slit. The rings had been tied together, thus giving the already castrated effect.

When undone, I still wasn’t prepared for the size of Tyrone’s penis. Ten inches, at least, and wide, and this was when totally flaccid. I could only guess at its size when erect. It was cut, but still a thing of beauty. I squatted down in front of Tyrone and reached for his cock. Both he and Jeff smiled. I was in for a second surprise. I have never felt anything so soft and smooth in my life; his ballsac was the same way. Jeff noticed my puzzlement, and happily explained that Tyrone usually kept his crotch swimming in lotion or oil. "When I had him pierced," he said, "he kept getting hard every time I’d tie him back - the friction when he walked. The lubrication works pretty well, and then Tyrone has become quite adept at suppressing erections. He’s very proud of it, but I want to make things easier for him." I noticed it must be true. Every client I can remember would start to get hard when I touched his cock or scrotum - not Tyrone, not a hint of an erection. I now understood Jeff’s annoyance at my earlier suggestion. Tyrone would do fine with his full shave. His large floppy smooth ballsac held two firm, perhaps two-inch long testicles – jewels the like of which I’d never seen. Jeff said that they really got in the way when he tied back Tyrone’s penis. I completed my examination, noticing nothing else unusual, just the size. Jeff retied Tyrone’s cock, and Tyrone pulled up his pants. We returned to our booth.

Jeff and I chatted a while longer. Tyrone just seemed relaxed, and he grinned a lot. We parted and they left for the city, assuring me that they would be at my place early next Saturday. I had another beer and sat thinking about what was before me - already a big job, in several ways, but also exciting. I had never before castrated a black man, or anybody nearly as big. Indeed, Tyrone was probably the finest male specimen I had ever seen, and I was going to castrate him. By rights, I felt, he should be castrating everybody else. Wouldn’t most men gladly present their balls to him? I would, perhaps. I was almost feeling inadequate, unworthy to do it, but then I began to feel proud to be chosen. I knew castrating him, or any black man, was just the same as all the others, but the whole idea was exciting. I supposed that black men need castrating as much as everyone else, but none had come to me before. I guessed that they didn’t feel comfortable coming way out away from the city, to a strange town. I hoped that those who needed to be castrated could find someone like me nearer home. That would be good; or even better, if word could get around, they should come to me. I happily exited the bar and drove home elated. I started my OR preparations immediately. I’d need a big jar for Tyrone.