I ask him, "Does the blade really wait five seconds before it's deployed?"

He answers, "I don't really know. This is the first time I've ever used this invention."

I asked, "Does the abort button work?" He gives me the same answer. I tell him, "Then you'd better try and cum because if this is it, you'll not get another chance."

While he fingers his aroused penis, I reflect on the events that brought up to this moment.

A few years ago in high school, Les invited me to stay overnight at his house while his widowed mom was out of town. We had the place to ourselves, and began to play "truth or dare." This was odd because two 17-year-olds playing a game normally engaged in by both girls and boys was not the norm. But I sort of had the hots for Les ever since seeing him in the showers at gym class. His physique was not like a body builder, to the contrary, he was on the thinish side and sort of lankey, just like me. But he appealed to me, and in short furtive glances I admired his butt, his penis and balls, and his not-so-hairy genital area.

He must have liked me too, because during that truth or dare game, we got into daring one another to perform same-sex acts on each other.

I was aroused by his anus, which I saw briefly when he did a summersault after attempting to sit on a coke bottle allowing the neck to penetrate his rectum. The cold bottle was such a shock to him, he fell to the floor and raise his hips up in the air, revealing his pinkish, puckered butthole. Prior to that night, I had never seen another person's anus.

I never forgot the naughty view I got that night.

We dared each other to suck the other's penises. He dared me to allow him to stick his finger into my anus and I let him. He fingered my prostate, which felt indescribably good, and I obliged by stimulating his very desirable anus too. Neither one of us cared much about penile/anal penetration because I think we instinctively knew that we needed to be anal virgins for all the obvious reasons. But other than that, our adolescent hormones took over and we enjoyed hot same-sex antics until the ultimate act caused us both to shoot our wads.

Les asked me, "Have you ever sucked on your own balls?" I said no, but confessed that I had attempted to suck my penis by laying on my back on the floor with my hips raised up over my face. He asked me to show him so I did. I showed him how I jacked off with my cock inches away from my face and how I shot my load right into my own mouth.

He then invited me to do the 69 on him and told me, "Whatever you'd like me to do to your balls, you do to mine. If you suck, I'll suck, if you nibble I'll nibble."

It was clearly the most sensual, pleasurable sensation I had ever felt. I did not know at the time how sensitive the male scrotum is, or how aroused I could become without actually stimulating my penis. I got so excited I bit down a little too hard on Les' balls and he returned the favor. He yankede my balls out of his mouth long enough to say, "If you bite my balls off jsut remember yours are hanging in my mouth and I'll bite them off!"

That threat made me feel so naked and so exposed and so unprotected and vulnerasble, I climaxed all over Les' neck and chest right then and there. But he hadn't cum yet, so I kept up the oral stimulation while I lustily gazed at his secret little anal slit. Before long, Les shot his wad and we collapsed side by side on his bed.

After a few minutes, he asked me, "Do you ever fantasize about being castrated?"

I hadn't, but asked him what he was getting at.

"Well, you know, being so excited that this climax is going to be your last, you have the best orgasm you've ever had? Your desire to cum is so powerful that you seek it with all your might knowing you're going to lose your balls once you've squirted your last drop of sperm?"

I began to contemplate his question but before I could respond, he said, "Come on now, after what we've done, there are no secrets anymore."

So I confessed that the idea seemed to have a thrill to it, a risky chance to it that was somewhat arousing.

Before calling it a night, Les became real serious and told me, "We can't ever let anyone know what we've done tonight, right?" I nodded. He continued, "We need to promise each other that we'll never tell our secret to anyone because once we're branded as falming homos, our social lives are through and we could even be in danger."

He was right about that because people are hostile to gays these days.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked him.

"We need to take an oath that we'll never tell anyone any of these things we've done or talked about."

"How will we enforce this oath?" I asked.

Les looked around and espied his hunting knife. Retrieving it, he grabbed my nut sack and squeezed it so hard my balls hurt and my scrotum began to shine. He pushed the blade against my ball bag, causing me to suck in a breath in shock.

"We need to promise each other that if either of us ever tells our secrets to anyone, he'll get his balls cut off by the other." I nodded. I didn't want to be known as a fag.

"Now you threaten my balls with this knife," Les said, handing it to me. I took it, and pushed it against his scrotum, saying, "Les, your balls are mine if you ever tell anyone about what we've done tonight."

He grinned. "That was kind of exciting," he said, "hold the knife there again and threaten to cut my balls off."

I did and he began to get hard again. I pushed him onto his bed and sat on his chest with my nake butt facing toward his face. I grabbed his genitals and squeezed them, pulling them away from his body slightly and resting the cold blade against them, telling him, "I'll cut your cock and balls off if you ever tell anyone what we've done tonight."

Les threw me off of him and I landed on the floor. He jumped onto my legs, pinning me on the floor and grabbed the knife and threatened my balls once again. "I'll make you a eunuch if you reveal our secret!"

There was such fury and conviction in his voice, I thought my nuts were goners right then and there, but once I nodded and agreed to my castration if I told the secret, Les got off and let me up.

But the seed of castration play had been planted, and from that moment on for the next several years, I could not bring myself to climax in either same-sex or oppositesex encounters without imagining that my balls were going to be cut off immediately after I shot my wad.

After high school, Les became a partner in a machine shop and I pursued a career in computer software development, but we stayed in contact with each other and occasionally, as our adult lives and obligations allowed, got together for sex and castration play.

Then one night Les invited me over to try some castration devices he had prefabricated in the machine shop. One was similar to an instrument that surgeons use to remove cancerous polps from the colon, only that it was larger and fed a fine wire through a tube on which a handle was attached. Les tied my balls up and told me to bring myself to a climax. Once I came, he said he was going to pull the handle, thus constricting the wire around my scrotum and slicing my balls off in one final decisve pull! I was horrified that this really was "it" and braced myself for my impending immasculation. Les yanked on the wire and my balls were constructed, but the wire came loose and I was still a man and not a eunuch.

"How did you do that?" I asked relieved.

"I designed it to come loose at a certain pressure just short of doing any injury."

He invited me to crush his nuts in a juicer. I had him lay on his work bench and I told him he was going to lose them that night, and that he'd better jack off one last time. He dared me to crush his balls right then and there and I pushed the plunger against his ball sack as hard as I could. He yelled and I thought I'd really smashed his balls but a false bottom dropped out and his nut sack hung below the juicer without injury.

"Wow," I exclaimed, "a moment ago I thought I was going to be castrated and just now I thought this was 'it' for you."

Les smiled and invited me to join him for a beer. He was still as handsome as he was in highschool, only he had gained a few pounds, as I had, and his hair was prematurely thinning. Other than that, I gazed at him just as I had done years before in the showers at gym class.

We sat, still naked on some chairs and began to talk. Before long, he asked me if I had ever revealed our secret to anyone. Thinking this was just another precursor to some more castration play, I said, "Yeah, I told a girlfriend of mine that I was 'bi,' but I didn't tell her with whom. And you?"

He nodded and confessed, "I told another guy I was into same sex love but I didn't tell him who I had boinked."

I thought about that. "Les, I think that we both know this means we've violated the oath."

Les became thoughtful and then nodded. "Yeah, I guess it does. But neither of us said who it was we did it with."

I agreed but countered with, "Yeah but because we're friends and see each other fairly often, it wouldn't be hard for someone we've told to figure out who the fag was, you know?"

He nodded again, then said, "Well I guess that means we have to castrate each other."

I nodded, then said, "But how do we do it? If I go first, how do I know you'll let me castrate you? And if you go first, what assurance do you have that I'll let you have my balls?"

Les stood up and began walking toward his shop. "Follow me," he said, and I did.

It was then he pulled a canvass tarp off a device that resembled a log splitter and announced that it was his "dual-castration device."

I was intrigued. Again, I was still under the impression that this whole charade was another lead up to some additional castration play. Les instructed me to sit in one seat and he took the other. We were facing each other about a foot apart. He then took elastrator bands and banded each of our ball bags. Once we were banded and our balls turning blue, he clamped the low-hanging scrotums into a slot below the tracks on which the blade would run when released.

We waited for several minutes and my nut sack began to ache. "I think we should get this overwith," I said.

He looked at me curiosuly. "How did you mean that?"

"You know," I said, again thinking that this would end harmlessly like the other stuff had.

"Okay," Les said, "that button right there releases the blade. After five seconds, the blade glides down these track under which our balls are clamped, and cuts them off cleanly, and from that moment on, we are nutless eunuchs."

"Five seconds?" I asked.

"Yes," Les asserted. "You see that gives the operator enough time to reach over and push this 'abort' button over hear on the other side."

I nodded a knowing nod, thinking that Les had this device figured out for maximum thrill and no harm. "Sounds good to me," I said, giving my consent.

So there we were, secured into this device with our balls on the line. "Where to the balls go?" I asked.

"They're collected in a tray underneath, and we can then present them to each other for whatever use or disposal we deem fit. Whatever you decide to do with my balls is okay with me, but I would like to keep yours."

The tone of Les' voice startled and alarmed me. Was this still part of the game? He had me convinced once again that I was going to be castrated and he seemed to be fully accepting that he was going to surrender his balls too.

It had to be a game. No one in their right mind would consent to such a thing...unless he was so obsessed with losing his balls he could think of no other option.

"We should shoot our final wads now," Les said. As I have already indicated, my penis shot its load without so much as a stroke. Les began to work his up, casually saying, "So what are you going to do with my balls once they're cut off?"

I shook my head a couple of times and said lightly, "Oh, I think I'll feed them to my dog."

That was such an abrupt statement and so sensually powerful to Les, he shot his wad instantly.

After recovering, but still breathing hard, he looked at the deployment button and then at me. "Well, I guess we both know that breaking our oath means one thing..."

It was then that I asked him if the five second warning worked and if the abort button functioned the way it was designed to do. That's when he said he'd never actually tested the machine. With that, Les reached over and pushed the button. I heard a slight hydraulic hiss, and springs about to be released and I realized that this was, indeed, "it." Thoughts swirled in my mind that were both conflicting and desireable: I was truly aroused at the thought of being castrated for real but I also didn't want to give up the pleasure of having balls and the power that me testicles gave me. I shot another spurt of sperm as the seconds ticked by. Burning lust welled up in my chest, and my breathing became heavier as I braced myself for the sheering power of the blade. Simultaneous thoughts of the sex Les and I enjoyed, coupled with the castration play that we did and the realism of it flooded my thoughts. I had consented to this, but I also wanted to prolong the ability to enjoy being a fully-loaded man a little longer. I was conflicted between desiring the finality of castration and wanting to enjoy my balls yet the more for years to come.

I looked at Les' eyes. They had a quizzed look that seemed to say, "Are you jsut going to sit there with your dick exposed and your balls vulnerable and let yourself be castrated?"

I could only surmise that with all we'd done together that Les too, had no real desire to be castrated and have his testicles become a dog snack.

As I perceived the spring about to release the blade and race down the track to cut our nuts off in a nano-second, I reached over and pushed the "abort" button. The blade stopped just inches from our dangling nut sacks.

Both Les and I heaved a mutal sigh of relief. "Man," he said, "I didn't think you'd ever push that button."

"Would that blade have cut our balls off for real?" I asked.

"That's what it was designed to do," he said as he reached udner the track and released our ball bags. He got a small pair of scissors and cut the elastrator band off our scrotums.

"That was a fucking rush," he exclaimed.

I agreed."Yeah, we need to do that again."

We went down on each other within sight of the dual-castration machine. Each time I looked at it, my heart filled with naughty lustull desire. I'm sure Les felt the same way, because he invited me to return the next night for some more "hot castration play."