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Roger opened a drawer and pulled out a wooden box. Inside was a silver device with long handles, and a plastic bag with small green rings. When Tim saw Roger pick up the elastrator, he cried out in fear. Oh please, no! Roger placed a ring on the prongs of the device and stretched it to its full size. Tim began sobbing and struggling against his bonds. His feet and hands were bound too tightly to escape, though. Suddenly, a stream of urine emerged from Tims cock, spraying over his stomach and chest. Hes wetting himself! I shouted. Its not surprising, Roger said, calmly, picking up a towel to wipe up the piss. That usually happens when a man knows hes about to lose his balls. Tim was a mess, his face covered in tears and snot, his chest wet with urine. The slaves body was trembling, and he continued yanking his bonds to no avail. After cleaning Tim up, Roger began a slow massage of Tims scrotum. The key is to loosen the sack and let the balls drop to the bottom, he said. Tims sack is still contracted from the ice, so Im going to need to put some heat down there. Roger tossed a moist towel into a dryer. I asked him what he was planning to do to Tim. He and I discussed this many times. A slaves only sexual pleasure comes from giving his master pleasure. Ive been milking his prostate for months now, but a more permanent solution is now required. Roger took the towel from the dryer and wrapped it around Tims scrotum. His slave was sobbing quietly now. Tim has accepted his slavery. Hes my property now. So his balls belong to me, too. None of this is a surprise to him. Just the timing was unknown. The hot towel had worked its magic, and Tims balls now hung loosely in his sack. The first ring will cut off the circulation to his balls, Roger said, threading Tims scrotum through the ring. Tim began wailing again, and his body jerked when the ring slid off the elastrator and compressed the scrotum into a small pouch. The sack rapidly changed color to a dark purple. In response to the pain and fear, Tims anus spasmed and spewed loose a pile of shit onto the table. Roger ignored the mess and placed a second ring onto the elastrator. A moment later, it took its place an inch below the original ring. Roger wiped up the table as the slaves scrotum continued to darken in color. It was obvious from Tims cries and moans that he was in quite a lot of pain. I want to wait a short while until the blood flow to his balls is completely cut off, Roger said. Roger took a cool washcloth and wiped Tims forehead and cheeks. Tim looked up at him pleadingly, but Roger gently told him that there was no turning back. After 20 years as an intact male, Tim would become a eunuch this very day. Roger examined his slaves scrotum, which was now nearly black. Here, feel it, he said, taking my hand and cupping it around the base of the sack. I was startled by the lack of warmth. The skin felt clammy and cold. He peeled back a white towel, showing a set of gleaming instruments. Roger picked up a small scalpel, carefully feeling it to make sure the edge was sharp enough. There shouldnt be too much blood now, he said, pressing the blade into the space between the two green bands. Tim shouted as the steel penetrated the skin, a drop of blood oozing from the gash. Roger moved the blade between the bands, causing the dark skin to part. He paused occasionally to soak up the blood with a towel before continuing to filet the sack. I watched with fascination as the testicles came into view, connected to the thick stalks that extended up into Tims body. As the scrotum dropped away, Roger began scraping the cords, tying them with surgical thread to completely shut off any blood that was still flowing. I held my breath as I witnessed my first castration. With a quick flick of his wrist, Roger severed Tims right testicle, dropping it into a stainless steel dish. I stared at the bloody orb, still wrapped in a tough layer of skin. Then came the second cut. Would you like to feel it? he asked? I held out my hand and Tims other testicle lay in my palm. I marveled at the thought that this dead piece of flesh, which had given Tim so much pleasure for so long, was now useless. (To be continued) |