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CASTRATED BY MY AUNT

Before I tell you my account of what happened to me on a visit to my aunt's, let me tell the reader a little about myself. I went through puberty just like any boy and was 5' 7" tall, brown hair, blue eyes, 5 inch dick when soft and 7 inches when hard, and weighed 143 pounds by the time I was 18. I attended a local technical college, earned a degree in Information Technology, and got a job with Brown Memorial Hospital in their I.T. Department. I had several girlfriends and managed to fuck a few to get my rocks off, but didn't have a huge high sex drive. Of course, my parents wanted me to settle down, marry, and have some children.

When I was about 21, I met a man named Kevin who was in his thirties and he showed me some man-to-man sex that was exciting. He gave me blow jobs and I returned the favor and then fucked my ass, which was a great experience for me. We met on the week-ends at his house for almost one year until he was transferred to another city by his company. After Kevin left, I experimented with having sex with women and men and seemed to prefer man-to-man sex. I eventually met a guy four years younger and we began to meet for sex. After six months, David moved in with me and became my partner. We had been together for five years when my uncle who lived about two hours away died and I took time from work to help my aunt since I was the only blood relative left in her family.

I helped my elderly aunt with the funeral arrangements, wrote Thank You notes to those who gave floral gifts or served as pallbearers, wrote letters to insurance companies to see if he still had life insurance with them and found out that he had put all of his insurance funds into an account managed by a financial consultant. I helped her change the title to her car and in other things to her name. In addition, since she couldn't drive anymore, I took her on errands to buy groceries, get her hair fixed, and other things that she needed. Of course, since I was working I had to drive to where she lived on Friday and stay until Sunday afternoon to assist her in various errands. About eight months after my uncle died, my aunt began to act strangely and I took her to the doctor.

After talking with her and a physical examination, he had a CT scan perfomed on her (she didn't like that) and concluded that she was in an early stage of Alzhiemer's Disease. My aunt began to tell me when I visited that some men were trespassing on her property and had called the police a few times. I contacted the police and talked with the officer who investigated the case and he said that my aunt couldn't identify the person(s) trespassing and no evidence or other witnesses could back up her story. When I discussed the matter with my aunt, she said the men didn't come around when I was there and wished that I could stay with her longer. I explained to my aunt that I had a job and couldn't stay longer than I had been except when I had vacation time.

When I returned to my aunt's the next week-end, she told me that the men had left a message for her and I asked to she it. My aunt said they wrote the message on the inside of her living room drapes (in a locked house) and that after a few minutes, the message disappeared. I called the doctor on my cell phone and asked what he thought was going on. He said that she was hallucinating and it would probably become worse over time. My aunt continued her slow deterioration with more instances of memory loss and imagining people were around her house watching her.

Almost two years after my uncle died, my aunt sometimes wouldn't recognize me and she was becoming more difficult to handle. I felt that at the age of 83, she needed to be put in a nursing home where she could be cared for on a daily basis by a professional staff than with me coming to assist her only on the week-ends. I planned to use some vacation time to help with any of her business while the doctor to referred her to a good nursing home. We set up an appointment time for a Tuesday. I arrived early on the Friday before the appointment and my aunt acted so strangely. When I came in the door, she treated me as a dog, had me walk on all fours, and eat out of a bowl. I humored her for the time being. I realized that she didn't know who I was, much less that I was a human.

Friday evening I went to bed and woke up near daybreak. I couldn't move! My hands and feet were tied to the bedpost in a spread-eagle manner and there was a wash cloth stuck in my mouth. I looked down and saw that my boxer shorts, in which I slept, were gone and I was naked and tied down in the bed. My aunt came in the bedroom door humming some tune and turned the light on. She was carrying something in her hands that I couldn't identify. I tried to speak to her, but the gag made it impossible. She used duck tape to tape my dick up on my belly. I wondered what was going on and had become scared by this time. She then grabbed my ball sac and felt it and rolled my balls around in it. My aunt used a fishing line to tie my ball sac tightly above my testicles and where the neck of the ball sac reached my dick shaft. I was shocked and groaned in my gag. The pain from my tied up testicles flared in my balls and up into my lower belly. What was she going to do? I found out rather quickly because she produced a knife and found the center of my ball sac, made an incision in my ball sac, and pulled out my left testicle through the slit. She pulled on my left nut and it hurt as she used the knife to slice the spermatic cord and my left nut was left in her hands. She placed my nut in a small bowl and then located the right testicle, pulled it through the slit and did the same thing to my right nut. She placed it in the bowl with the other testicle and left the room saying something about fixing some breakfast.

Things were not going well for me at this point and I struggled to free myself from my restraints. As I did, I heard my aunt in the kitchen and continued to work at freeing myself from my bonds. I managed to get the rope off my left hand by using my mouth to untie it and then use my left hand and mouth to untie my right hand. Then I took the gag out of my mouth and as I started freeing my legs, I smelled meat cooking in the kitchen. Finally freeing myself, I used a pillow case to put on the wound in my ball sac, even though it wasn't bleeding too much and went towards the kitchen. I stared at the skillet on the stove and realized that my aunt was frying my balls. She had made toast and used a tong to remove my cooked balls from the skillet and place on her plate with the toast. She had a glass of orange juice beside her plate. My aunt used a knife and fork to cut open one of my steaming balls and ate it along with a small piece of toast to help it go down her throat. She ate the second ball and seemed please with its taste too! When I walked in the kitchen, she said, "I would invite you to have breakfast with me, but I just ate all of the eggs." I hastily put on some clothes, called 911 and her doctor. When the ambulances arrived, both took us to the hospital where my aunt was treated for her condition and I was wheeled into the Operating Room where the physicians put betadine on my wound, ensured that I would not bleed to death and sewed up my now empty ball sac. They also administered a shot to prevent any infection from the wound. The police came to my room and I gave them a full report of what happened. My aunt was placed in a nursing home and after a few days, I went home.

My partner was shocked at what had happened to me while I was at my aunt's and both of us knew that I would not be able to achieve an erection and cum again. I became his bottom boy from that time onward.

I find it hard to feel anger towards my aunt because she was not in her right mind when she castrated me and ate my balls. Because I was the only heir in the will, I inherited $540,000.00, which is $220,000 per nut!

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