At least he had a date set up with his girlfriend tonight. He hadn’t seen her in almost a week and needed to drain the pent up sperm in his balls real bad. As a healthy 26 year-old it was real difficult for him to hold off shooting his jizz between dates. Before he had met her Brad could easily pop his nuts two or three times a day. But his new girlfriend insisted that he save it for her. She told him she could tell if he had cum between dates, he was pretty sure that she was shitting him, but he had to admit that the sex was totally awesome if he did manage to hold off until they got together. And it’s not like he couldn’t get it elsewhere if he really wanted to. By all accounts Brad Jenson was one hot stud. He was one of the best looking guys around and he knew it. Women and guys were constantly checking him out. He stood just under 6 feet, had short cropped dark brown hair, strong cheekbones and a firm chin. His “bedroom” eyes and kind of pouty lips seemed to drive the women wild. He worked out four times a week and as a result had a nicely muscled body.

His full nuts started to tingle between his legs as he thought about his girlfriend. He always wore tight white Calvin Klein briefs. He liked the way the tight briefs seemed to grab his nads. Almost like someone was squeezing them gently. Now his dick started to stir. Shit, better not think about her, got a long day ahead of me before I can get off.

At 1:30 he left the office and drove over to the tax department. He arrived with about 10 minutes to spare. As he entered the building he needed to take a leak so he headed into the men’s room. He strolled up to the middle of the 3 urinals, unzipped, fished out his semi-hard prick and let loose. Just as he was starting to whiz another guy came in and took the urinal to his right. He could almost swear the guy was straining his neck, trying to get a look at his dick. Just what he needed right now, another fag checking him out. As they were washing up at the sinks, Brad gave the guy a dirty look in the mirror and stomped out.

After he told the receptionist he was there to see Mr. Unik, she got this kind of weird, knowing smirk on her face as she gave him directions to the office. In fact everybody he passed as he walked through the office had the same smirk, like everybody except him was in on some kind of secret. It started to make him feel somewhat uneasy. At least being in this creepy tax office got his mind of his full churning balls for awhile.

Brad knocked on the office door and a voice inside called please come in. Brad walked in and couldn’t believe it, sitting behind the desk was the same faggy guy who had been checking him out in the mens’ room. Shit, this day is going downhill real fast. “Ah Mr. Unik?” “Oh no, I’m Dave his assistant, I believe we spoke earlier today on the phone” Oh ya the dweeb, thought Brad. “I’ll just give Mr Unik a ring and let him know you are here.” “Brad Jenson is here sir” Brad could not hear the reply. “Yes sir, and will you be needing a CK this afternoon? yes sir, I’ll get it ready right away”. Brad did not like the almost gleeful look of anticipation that Dave gave him as he hung up the phone. “Mr Unik will see you now Mr. Jenson”

“Ya thanks” said Brad, as he walked past Dave’s desk he was sure he saw the guy glance down between his legs and smirk. Brad and Mr Unik took an instant dislike to each other. Brad thought Mr. Unik looked like the typical “snivel servant” early fifties, pale, pudgy and balding in a rumpled gray suit that was probably the only one he owned. He did not like the condescending look he had on his face when Brad walked into his office. Mr Unik thought Brad was the typical yuppie, pretty-boy asshole. Completely full of himself, walking around with a sense of entitlement, wearing designer clothes and probably driving a flashy car, all bought on borrowed money of course.

They did not bother to shake hands. “Well Mr. Jenson, I don’t think we need to tell you why you are here” said Mr. Unik. Brad replied “Hey look man, I know I’m way behind on my taxes and I’m sure you know I can’t pay them, in fact I am in the process of filing for bankruptcy.” “Ah yes, Mr. Jenson, we are well acquainted with your bankruptcy application. In fact, as I am sure you know, this is your third bankruptcy application in the last five years. That is quite an accomplishment for someone of your age. I take it fiscal responsibility is not one of your strong points.” Mr. Unik said sarcastically. “Yeah well things haven’t exactly worked out as I planned” replied Brad in his own defense. “Indeed” said Mr. Unik “Well, without dragging out this process any longer than we have to, if you agree to the penalty as outlined in the forms sent to you earlier, the tax department will be willing to write off your tax arrears and grant your bankruptcy application.” “Sure” replied Brad “Whatever it takes to settle this whole tax thing” “Very well” Said Mr. Unik. “Just give me a moment” Buzzing his assistant he said “Dave, do you have the CK ready?”

“What the heck is a CK?” Brad finally asked. “Why a Castration Kit of course”, replied Mr. Unik smiling. “Now if you would please stand up and lower your pants we can get on with this.” Brad stared at him with total disbelief. “You can’t be serious, c’mon man, you’re joking” “Mr Jenson, I work for the tax department, I can assure you that we never joke” replied Mr. Unik. “Didn’t you read through the documents I sent you?” “Well yes” replied Brad untruthfully, he had skimmed over then real quickly, signed and mailed them back just so he could put at end to his tax troubles.

“Do you not recall Line 3B in Section 12 under “Penalties for Non-Compliance with the Income Tax Code and non-payment of remittances owed.”? “Ah, well, not offhand” replied Brad, somewhat apprehensively. “Well then, allow me to refresh your memory, and I quote: If, in the opinion of the examining tax collection official, (that would be me) the remittances owed will not be forthcoming in a reasonable period of time, the tax collection official may require the party in arrears to forfeit his genitals in lieu of said remittances owed. By signing these documents, Mr. Jenson, you have agreed to the terms and conditions therein. And since you obviously will not be paying your tax arrears anytime soon, I fully intend to remove your testicles in lieu of your back taxes. Now if you would please stand up and lower your pants, you’re not the only client I have to see this afternoon.”

At this moment Dave walked in with a metal tray containing what looked like surgical instruments.

Brad jumped up out of the chair shouting “This is crazy, you’re crazy, take my condo or car but there’s no fucking way you’re taking my balls!!!” With two quick strides Brad was at the door, yanking it open he found his way blocked by two burly, smirking security guards. They roughly shoved him back into the office, slamming the door behind them. As Brad struggled with the guards, Mr. Uniks’ assistant came up behind him and zapped him with a taser in the back of the neck. Brad crumpled forward into the guards

arms.

Mr. Unik sighed wearily, “Ah, why do they always insist on doing things the hard way. If these guys would just relax and let me cut out their balls, it would be so much simpler for everyone.” Now he just knew he was going to be late for his next appointment. He took a small device that resembled a stapler out of his desk drawer and plugged it in on the counter behind his desk. It usually took about 5 minutes for the device to heat up and get ready. The device was similar to a hand-held paper punch. However instead of punching out a small circular hole, this device was designed to punch out a small square section of a mans’ spermatic cords. The middle of the square was hollow and when the device was plugged in the sharp metal edges of the square would heat up. This was perfect for cutting through spermatic cords as the heated metal cauterized the severed cords and prevented any bleeding. It also made sure that the severed testicles could never be re-attached. Mr. Unik always wondered at the genius of the civil servant who came up with this device.

“Alright gentlemen” he said addressing the guards “please stand him up against the wall, Thank you. Dave, would you be so kind as to lower his pants while I glove up?” “Yes sir” replied his ever helpful assistant. While Mr. Unik pulled on a pair of bright purple surgical gloves; Dave undid Brads’ belt, lowered his zipper and pulled his pants down to his ankles. Brads’ very prominent bulge came into view as his balls pushed out the front of his tight white Calvin Klein briefs. Dave could not resist copping a quick feel of Brads’ doomed testicles.

Mr. Unik then rolled his chair over and sat down facing Brad. He lowered the chair slightly until Brads’ dick and nuts were just about eye level.

Though he knew it was unprofessional, Mr. Unik had to take a moment to admire the large curvaceous mound of Brads’ testicles wrapped in the tight cotton underwear. The soft white cotton seemed to cling to his balls, outlining their shape perfectly. Lots of scraggly dark brown pubic hairs spilled out from under the edge of his briefs above his thighs. The tubular shape of his long curved dick rested above and to the left of his nuts. A small quarter sized wet spot stained the cotton at the tip of his penis.

As he gently pulled down Brads’ underwear his thick pubic bush of dark curly brown hairs came into view. Starting above his dick and spilling down around his balls and onto his thighs. The dark hairs almost seemed to frame his balls. “Dave would you please hold his shirt and penis out of the way? Thank you, that will make it easier to work on his balls.” Mr. Unik then had a good look at Brads’ testicles. After all his years working in the tax department he had had many a man by the balls and could always tell if their nuts were full or not. When a guy had recently shot his sperm, his scrotum would be loose and pliable and his nads would dangle down. Brads’ nuts were the exact opposite. His scrotum was tight, and his balls were pulled up real close to his groin. His scrotum was so tight in fact it almost made his nuts look like one big fist-sized hairy ball of flesh. Mr. Unik could feel the heat Brads’ balls gave off, even through the surgical gloves. There sure is a lot of hot sperm boiling away in there, he thought. This guy sure is going to regret not jerking off this morning.

The tightness of Brads’ scrotum presented Mr Unik with a bit of a problem. Usually when he castrated a guy he made two small incisions, one on either side of the ballsac. He found it easier to get at the spermatic cords this way. But Brads’ nuts were pressed right up against his groin, no slack at all and the spermatic cords where hidden deep within. He could make an incision down the centre of the scrotum and pull the balls out through the middle, but this usually required a much larger cut. Mr. Unik always found it easier to stitch up the two smaller incisions, rather than one larger one. On seeing his bosses’ hesitation Dave said “If I could make a suggestion sir, if you massage his balls for a few minutes they should loosen up and hang down a lot lower.” “Thank you Dave, I’ll give that a try” replied Mr. Unik. He often wondered how his assistant knew so much about castration but decided it was better not to ask. So he started to roll Brads’ balls around between his thumb and the tips of his fingers. This gave him an even greater appreciation of their size and firmness. Sure enough after a few minutes the scrotum started to release its’ tight grip and Brads big testicles started to drop down away from his crotch. Mr. Unik was finally able to feel out Brads’ thick spermatic cords and decided that they were now loose enough to be cut through. He liberally sprayed Brads’ balls with medicinal disinfectant.

Picking up a sterile scalpel from the tray and removing its plastic safety guard, Mr. Unik moved the edge of the blade up towards the left side of Brads’ scrotum. Just as he was positioning the tip of the scalpel at the loose skin above Brads’ left nut, Brad suddenly jerked his legs together. His left thigh hit the back of Mr. Uniks’ right hand, pushing the tip of the scalpel right through the scrotum and deep into his left nut. “Shit” said Mr. Unik. Brad started to jerk violently and groan until Dave gave him another zap of the tazer and settled him down again. One of the guards started to look a little green. “Just hold him still for a few more minutes gentlemen. This shouldn’t take long”. Taking a deep breath and repositioning the scalpel, Mr. Unik was able to insert the point of the blade into the loose skin just above Brads’ left testicle. Now that the skin was broken he could gently pull the blade downwards until he had made a ¾ inch slice in the left side of Brads’ scrotum. Once the cut was complete he put the scalpel down on the metal tray. Positioning the thumb and forefinger of his left hand on either side of the incision, he gently applied pressure to pull the cut skin apart. This gave him enough room to insert his right forefinger into Brads’ slimy, warm nutsac. Fishing around for a few seconds he was able to hook his finger around and under Brad’s left spermatic cord. Holding the cord and with a few gentle tugs he was able to pull out his left testicle with about an inch of cord. The testicle had a deep ugly wound where the scalpel had pierced it. Now it was just a simple matter of positioning the spermatic cord in the jaws of the device. Once the device was in the proper place, Mr. Unik started to push down on the handles. There was a low crunching sound as the blades started to work their way through Brads’ left nut cord and a slight smell of burning flesh as the device did its work. It only took about five seconds for the “click” to sound, indicating that the upper and lower jaws of the device had met. Mr. Unik lifted up the device with Brad’s scarred left testicle dangling from it. Releasing the jaws of the device he dropped the testicle and its attached cord onto the metal tray. Tapping the end of the device on the edge of the tray the ¼ inch section of severed nut cord dropped out of the device.

Now that Brad Jenson was half castrated his scrotum looked lopsided. The right side still had a testicle bulging out the skin of the sac. The skin on the now empty left side was flat and looked like a deflated balloon. Mr. Unik now shifted his chair slightly so he could cut out Brads’ right nut. The removal of the right testicle seemed to go much easier. Brad was still groggy and semi-conscious. The skin of his scrotum was now very loose making it easier for Mr. Unik to slice it open on the right side and fish out his last testicle. Again the jaws of the device worked their way through the spermatic cord and voila! Brad Jenson was now castrated! Mr. Unik dropped Brads’ right testicle beside the left one on the tray. Using the suture kit it only took him a few minutes to stitch up the two incisions and then spray them again with medicinal disinfectant to seal the cuts.

After he pulled Brads underwear back up he couldn’t help but notice the difference from before his castration. Gone was the tight prominent bulge in the front pouch. Instead of being pushed up and to the side his limp dick now hung straight down in front. The cotton material of the front pouch was now loose and baggy, as if to emphasize the fact that it was now empty.

After Dave pulled Brads’ pants back up he asked the guards to put him in the chair for a moment. Brad was groggy but starting to come around quickly. Mr. Unik said to him “Well Mr. Jenson, this concludes our business, I trust you will be more forthcoming with your taxes in the future.” “What, huh? replied Brad. Through half opened eyes he noticed his two severed balls sitting on the tray on Mr. Uniks’ desk. “Huh, what did you guys do?” “I suggest you don’t drive for about 24 hours and you may be sore down there for a few days” said Mr. Unik smiling, as he glanced down between Brads’ legs. Dave was also grinning ear to ear. “The guards will escort you downstairs and see that you get safely into a cab.” After everyone had left Mr. Unik removed a zip-lock sandwich bag from his desk drawer. He picked up Brads’ two severed testicles from the metal tray and placed them and the remaining bits of spermatic cord in the bag. After sealing the sandwich bag he stapled it to the back of Brads’ file and stamped ACCOUNT PAID IN FULL on the front of the folder. He placed it in his “to be filed” tray.

Five minutes later Dave rang him and announced “Steven Erickson is here to see you sir, and will you be needing a CK?”

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