I've always been interested in castration, partly because of my surname and partly just because the idea fascinated and excited me.

I first learned about scrotum poaching when I was 16 and a freshman in high school. I volunteered to do an extra-credit project for biology class. My biology teacher, Mr. Hurlburt, became quite agitated when I told him what I wanted to study for my project but I stubbornly refused to change my chosen topic, which was primitive, and obscure methods of castration. Perhaps Mr. Hurlburt had a bad presentiment about what my project would lead to. Poor Mr. Hurlburt.

A couple weeks after starting the project I was in sub-basement of one of libraries belonging to a nearby university where the special collections archive was kept. I was skimming over a translation of an ancient papyrus and I suddenly realized I'd stumbled onto something quite amazing. I had found a detailed description and step-by-step instructions on how to perform the arcane and occult art of scrotum poaching. I was all a-tremble as I excitedly made the necessary and relevant copies. I also couldn't wait to try them out for real (poor Mr. Hurlburt).

When I finished my report I asked Mr. Hurlburt to allow me to present the results of my study to him in an after-school meeting. We met in the biology classroom at the agreed time. The rest of the school was quite empty. When I described my findings about scrotum poaching he became visibly agitated. I smiled at him and patted him on the bottom and told him that perhaps a little demonstration was called for.

Poor Mr. Hurlburt. Poor balding, paunchy, sweaty, bespectacled, middle-aged, unmarried little Mr. Hurlburt (he wasn't really little, but you know what I mean). I told him to take his pants and underpants off and sit down on the edge of his chair with his legs spread. He hesitated at first, undecided whether to try and resist in some way, but I kept my cool and waited patiently. He caved in and did as I said. I knelt down in front of him and began to firmly knead his proud and deliciously plump and pouting scrotum. His penis had begun to erect. I told him to take it in his hand and stroke it because scrotum poaching was most effectively carried out at the moment of orgasm.

"Are you going to... do it to me?" he asked breathlessly. I just kept pulling and kneading and didn't answer. He went on to ask, "Will it hurt"? I told him that there would be a sharp pinch at first followed by an overwhelming wave of ecstatic and pleasurable feeling. "Is it reversible?" he asked. By now his penis was drooling pre-cum which oozed thickly over his urgently gripping and sliding fist.

"I'm afraid not," I replied, at which he lost control and start to ejaculate. I acted quickly and performed the necessary finalizing moves and actions. Mr. Hurlburt gave out a sharp cry of pain and then his whole body was wracked by protracted paroxysms of pleasure while he moaned and grunted. I stood up and gently placed his scrotum in a special scrotum storage receptacle that I'd made and brought with me. I looked between his legs and saw there was now nothing where his scotum has been, only two small, purple, wrinkled dimples. I put the scrotum storage receptacle into my purse, thanked him for his help and began to leave. As I was going, Mr. Hurlburt managed to call out weakly after me, "Gloria, please promise me you'll never practice this dark art again." I half turned to him and gave him a small, enigmatic smile and then went out the door.

Needless to say I received an A+ for my biology project. I felt a little sorry for poor Mr. Hurlburt for taking his scrotum, but really he wasn't using it for much anyway, just jerking off occasionally. After I poached him he would always look at me in class with a sad, sorrowful look, but I would just look back at him and softly smile.

I'm afraid that I was quite an impetuous little hellion when I was in my teens. I had some sexual experiences, of course, but it was scrotum poaching that was my true obsession. I think I must have poached almost half the male population of my town! That's an exaggeration, of course, but I did do quite a few, and many I did on the spur of the moment without giving it proper forethought.

I even did my dad! Hee hee! Dirty old bugger anyway. He'd been exposing himself to me since I was a young girl so he really had it coming. So poaching him was pretty easy. We were home alone one weekend afternoon and I just told him I wanted him to show it to me and to let me watch him do it, and he knew what I meant. Soon he was naked from the waist down, sitting on the edge of the couch and stroking it. I knelt between his legs, kneading and pulling his scrotum. He was really getting into it. But then when he ejaculated he never knew what hit him! Hee hee! Afterward he just sat there, his greasy, smelly sperm glistening on his hand, cock and all over the floor. He watched in stunned disbelief as I casually dropped his big, hairy, daddy scrotum, and all its precious contents, into one of my special storage receptacles. And boy was mom pissed when she found out. So I just went out, bought her an extra-large vibrating dildo (with batteries) and told her to get over it. She really blew up and really acted like she wanted to murder me but I just kept my cool and told her it'd served him right, exposing himself like that to his own daughter. She never did forgive me and I ended up having to move out and go live with my aunt and uncle after that.

I poached a few of the adults in my town, but mostly it was boys my own age I did. It was then that I realized the puppy-like devotion a boy feels for the girl who's poached his scrotum. Every morning when I came to school, I would pass a few of the boys I'd done in the hallway and they'd each look at me with that same sad, sorrowful look. One spring day after school I asked one of my little schoolboy eunuchs to follow me up into the woods. When we found to a small, sunny clearing I pulled my panties off and lay down with my ass laying on the back of my skirt and then I lifted the front of my skirt exposing my soft, mossy, glistening pussy. I told him to get down and lick me. It was then that I discovered the supreme joy of having my pussy licked by a gentle and obedient eunuch.

I'm thirty now and work editing a kinky porn magazine called Castratrix Quarterly. Just the other day I came home from work feeling tired but restless. I soon realized what the ideal remedy would be for my irritation and dissatisfaction. After a light supper I packed three scrotum storage receptacles into a small bag, got in my car and drove over to the town next to mine. A few hours later I was driving back home, leaning back in my seat, relaxed, refreshed and satisfied, will all three scrotum storage receptacles full. It'd been so easy. I had merely gone to a porn shop, a porn theatre and a pick-up bar. Finding flabby, pasty, pimply losers who couldn't believe their luck was child's play. I took each one in turn to a nearby motel where I did the deed. They cried afterwards, but really, what could they do? Silly boys, thinking that a sexy, classy lady like me would take an interest in them. Getting picked up by me was too good to be true because that's exactly what it was. Those pathetic dweebs were way outta their league. They should've stuck to watching porno videos at home and pulling their pathetic little wieners. Anyway, when I got home I added their scrotums to my already impressive collection.

I've shown my scrotum collection to a few of my closest lady friends and they're very envious. They all also work at Castratrix Quarterly. And I don't just work there, actually I'm the publisher and editrix-in-chief. They've all begged me to teach them the dark art of scrotum poaching but I just smile. So if they want to geld a guy they have to resort to cruder methods like surgery and scrotum-guillotine. Of course we've featured scrotum poaching a few times in Castratrix Quarterly but we've only hinted at how it's done and never given the whole secret away. I don't think the world's quite ready yet for more than one scrotum poacher.

I hope you've enjoyed my story and I also hope someday I'll meet you and be able to add your scrotum to my collection.

Good-bye and take care,

Gloria G.