Wow! He sure had big balls! And he was one hell of a hot looking dude to. I couldn’t believe my luck when I walked into the waiting room at the dentist’s office. He was the only other person in the room so I took a seat opposite him, so I could discreetly check him out. God, it was hard not to gawk. He was ruggedly handsome and looked like the junior executive type, though I could easily imagine the dude as a construction worker or lumber jack. I figured him to be probably late 20’s or early 30’s at the most. Though it was hard to tell with him sitting down I figured him to be around 6 feet tall. He had neatly trimmed short brown hair and was wearing a very professional looking grey business suit. Even with the suit on I could tell he had broad shoulders and a firm chest. The dude looked like he worked out a lot. He had well-defined cheekbones, hazel eyes, clean shaven and a strong chin. I noticed an expensive gold wedding band on his left hand. This hunky dude could easily have been a model or movie star. I was green with envy just staring at him.

But what really drew my attention was the impressive bulge he had between his legs. His face was buried in a magazine and he was sitting kind of slouched back in the chair. This pushed his hips forward and caused the crotch of his pants to ride up tight around his balls. Like most oblivious straight dudes, he was sitting with his feet apart and his legs spread wide. As I was sitting directly opposite him this gave me a clear line of vision up between his legs and right at the fat rounded bulge in his groin. Or I should say bulges. His pants were so tight I could clearly see the outline of each one of his nuts. The seam of his pants was pressed tight against his balls, separating them. His right nut was obviously the larger of the two; though his left nut looked to be a pretty good size also. I couldn’t really see his dick but a small lump in the material above his balls led me to believe his dick was resting up and to the left.

I have been a ball freak as long as I can remember, at least as far back as puberty. And this was just the sort of hot hunky dude I had always fantasized about; masculine, handsome, well dressed, a success in the business world. God I would have loved to castrate this guy. That was my other big fantasy, I have always wanted to nut a guy. You could say that over the years castration had grown into a compulsion.

I soon started popping a woody just looking at this dudes balls. He was sitting so close I could have easily reached out and grabbed those hot nuts in my hand. God I wanted to give them a squeeze, watch him gasp for breath as I crushed his nads in my fist. If I had a knife I could have easily shoved it right into the dudes bulging basket, before he even knew what hit him.

My lover Dave, the dentist, also had a castration obsession. I guess this is what drew us together after we first met in an online chat room 5 years ago. We were the ultimate gay couple; he was 6 years older than me and was a dental surgeon. I was currently in my fourth year at med school and was interning at one of the local hospitals. We often discussed castrating a guy during our sex sessions. Brad Pitt and David Beckham would have cringed in horror had they known how many times we got off while fantasizing about how hot it would be to tie them up and slowly hack their balls off.

The dude opposite me was obviously Dave’s last patient for the day. I had finished my day early so was waiting for Dave to get off work.

“The dentist will see you now Mr. Summers” said Dave’s receptionist.

I hated to see the dude stand up and leave. I could have stared at his balls all day.

The dude left after about 20 minutes and then I went in to see Dave.

“Wow, who was that hot guy” I blurted out as soon as we were alone.

“Brad Summers, new patient of mine, just in for a cleaning.

Yeah he is a hot one isn’t he” said Dave

“Hot, my God, did you get a chance to check out his basket? It looks like he has a huge set of balls. I was practically drooling when I saw him in the waiting room.”

“Well I was concentrating on his teeth” replied Dave “But yeah I agree, I sure would like to get at his nuts.”

That night, Brad Summers became our new castration fantasy. We blew our loads talking about how we would like to tie him up in the dentist chair and slowly slice his balls off.

That was one of the hottest fantasy sessions we had ever had. Sure Brad Pitt and David Beckham were hot, but Brad Summers was someone we had actually seen and met. He had been in Dave’s dentist chair. I had seen his bulging sack. Somehow we found fantasizing about Brad Summers seemed so much more realistic; almost as if it could really happen.

The next day I checked him out on Facebook®; he didn’t have a page, I wouldn’t expect a dude like him to, but his wife sure did. And she wasn’t shy about spilling all the family details. Brad was 30 years old and a junior executive in a large downtown advertising firm. They had married six years ago and already had 3 sons aged 1, 3 and 5. Wow not only were the dudes balls huge, but obviously very potent. They say that guys who only father daughters are not as masculine as guys whose spooge can produce sons. There were lots of family pictures as well. One photo showed Brad and his wife on a beach with the kids lined up in front of them. Brad sure looked great in a suit but he was fucking awesome in a speedo. Just as I suspected the dude had a firm muscular torso and a nice hairy chest. The speedo he was wearing looked like it could hardly contain his massive nads.

Dave and I fantasized about nutting Brad Summers for the next 3 weeks, until he became an obsession for both of us. Then one night Dave said to me: “Well I think it’s about time we finally did it.”

“Did what” I asked

“Castrate Brad Summers” he answered

“What? You’re joking right?” I said to Dave.

“Nope, I’ve never been more serious in my life” he replied

“Really, do you honestly think we could get away with castrating him?” I answered, shocked and incredulous but suddenly aroused.

“You know we’ve been obsessing about castrating a guy for years and I’ve been thinking about it for a long time. I think we could do it quite easily” He answered me.

“But, but how?” I asked, my dick was starting to get hard.

“Well, the dude has never had his wisdom teeth taken out; and at his last check-up he had a very minor infection in one of them. I advised him that he should have had his wisdom teeth removed years ago. The longer he waits the more problems those teeth will cause him in the future. Anyway he will need to be put under for the procedure, for at least 45 minutes to an hour. I can work on his teeth while you work on his balls; you think you can handle that, you’re the 4th year med student?”

“Ah, ah, I don’t know, I never considered that we would actually do it?” I stammered

My mind was starting to reel as I thought about it. I still had all sorts of doubts.

“Look, do you want to make our fantasy a reality or not? We’ve talked about this long enough, and we may never get another chance like this?” Dave replied somewhat irritably

I was still unsure, but my dick wasn’t, it was now hard as steel and dripping pre cum. The more I thought about it the more I warmed to the idea.

“But are you sure, we can get away with it?” I asked.

“That depends on you” he replied. “You’re the med student, think you can cut the guys’ nads off without him knowing?”

“I’m sure I could cut his balls out of his scrotum, castration is one of the more simple surgical procedures, but won’t the guy notice his nuts are gone?” I stammered.

“Do I have to think of everything” said Dave irritably “don’t they have fake testicles for guys with cancer? You can just pop some of those into his ball sac.”

“But he’s sure to notice the pain” I objected.

“No problem” said Dave “I’ll have him on really heavy duty pain killers for his teeth, he won’t even notice the pain in his ball sac.”

After a few moments of thinking about it I replied “you know I think we could actually do this.”

Dave was grinning ear to ear.

Over the next couple of weeks I read as much as I could on the bilateral oriectomy or castration procedure. I stayed late at the med school a few nights and castrated a couple of cadavers in the morgue for practice. I also went about collecting all the instruments that I would need. What Dave couldn’t get through his dental practice I stole from the med school and hospital where I worked as an intern.

One day I got a frantic call from Dave in the afternoon.

“We have to do it tonight” he said

“What, I thought we would have more time” I replied surprised.

“I just got a call from the dude, his infected tooth has suddenly gotten really bad and I’ve got to remove his wisdom teeth A.S.A.P. I’ve scheduled him to come in at 7 this evening. My receptionist leaves at 6. It will be just you me and him. Are you up for this?” Dave asked.

“Ah-ah I guess so” I stammered, suddenly shocked at the speed of events.

“Well it’s now or never, what do you want to do” Dave demanded

After a moment I replied, “Yeah, let’s do this, let’s cut his fucking breeder balls off”

I left school early and rushed home to double check everything. I had collected all the instruments I would need for Brad Summers’ castration in a small black doctor’s bag.

I had three surgical scalpels, forceps, clamps, surgical sutures, surgical glue, scissors, a cauterizing pen and 4 silicon testicles, 2 medium and 2 large, I wasn’t quite sure which ones would be a better match until I actually had the dudes’ nuts out of his scrotum. And finally a specimen jar for his severed balls.

I arrived at the dentist office promptly at 6:30. The receptionist leaves at 6; so it was just me and Dave. Brad Summers was due to arrive at 7 pm. The half hour wait nearly killed me. I couldn’t stand the anticipation. Dave was equally as nervous as I paced around the office.

“God, I can’t believe we are really going to do this.” I said.

“Yeah, I know” replied Dave, “we’ve been fantasizing about this for years, my dick is hard just thinking about it”

“So is mine” I answered.

“Are you sure you have everything you need?” Dave asked yet again.

Somewhat irritably I replied: “yes I started getting ready a month ago when you first came up with this whole crazy idea.”

“Well it’s not too late to back out now” Dave answered.

After a moment’s pause I replied: “No, let’s do this, if we don’t now we’ll forever wonder what it would be like to castrate a guy. If nothing else it should get this obsession out of our system.”

After what seemed like an interminable wait, we heard a knock on the outer office door and Brad Summers yelled “Hello?” We both jumped up excitedly.

“OK, keep cool and professional, we don’t want him getting suspicious” Dave said.

I took a deep breath as Dave opened the door and let Brad in. He looked just as handsome as ever and was wearing a loose fitting beige business suit. He was sporting a faint 5-o’clock shadow that made him look even more masculine. It was all I could do to keep from hyperventilating as Dave introduced me as his assistant. Brad perfunctorily shook my hand as I said “Pleased to meet you.”

It was all I could do to keep from trembling as I shook the hand of the man I was about to castrate. The dude looked kind of miserable from the pain in his tooth so he didn’t seem to notice how nervous we both were.

Dave was about to lead him into the surgical room when Brad said: “Ah, I got to take a quick whiz before we get started”

“Sure no problem, third door on the left down the hall” I said. As I watched Mr. Summers head for the men’s room I couldn’t help but think that if everything went according to our plan: the next time he left this office the dude would be a eunuch and his testicles would be in the specimen jar I had waiting in my black bag. When he returned a few minutes later I stole a quick glance at his crotch, but his baggy dress pants didn’t reveal any of the impressive bulge I knew was hidden below.

“Did you have any questions about the procedure before we get started” said Dave in his professional dentist’s voice.

“Nope let’s just get this done” replied Brad.

“OK and is someone picking you up afterwards? You know you won’t be able to drive after the anesthetic” said Dave.

“No I’ll be taking a cab; the wife has to watch the kids”

“Alright them Mr. Summers, please come into my surgery” instructed Dave.

As Brad went into the inner office with Dave, I quickly and quietly locked the door to the outer office and followed them in. My heart was starting to race with anticipation.

“Please make yourself comfortable, you might as well remove your jacket and tie, you will probably be under about an hour.

Brad removed his suit jacket as I handed him a hangar. He had on a crisp white dress shirt that really showed off his broad shoulders and well-muscled torso. He quickly removed his tie and shoved it into his jacket pocket then he undid the top two buttons of his shirt to make himself more comfortable. As he was doing this mini-striptease my dick started to grow. I was wearing tight underwear and really loose slacks so I figured Brad would not notice the raging hard-on I was developing.

Brad settled himself comfortably into the dentist’s chair as Dave placed a surgical bib around his neck. Dave positioned himself near Brad’s head; while I sat beside Dave, closer to Brad’s waist – and balls.

“Alright Mr. Summers, I am just going to recline the chair now” said Dave

As the chair tilted slowly backwards Brad’s head was lowered and his hips were raised. I couldn’t help but stare between his legs as his balls were pushed up closer towards me.

“Please roll up your sleeve, I am just going to inject the tranquilizer now, please relax and start counting backwards from 100” instructed Dave.

The dude got as far as 95 before his voice started to slur, he was sleeping soundly before he reached 90.

“Can you hear me Mr. Summers? Mr. Summers?” asked Dave as he gently squeezed his muscular shoulder. No response.

“OK, he’s out” said Dave, “we’ve got 45 minutes”.

“Gee I wonder if he fucked his wife last night” I said

“Well it’s going to be too bad if he didn’t. Besides he’s already got three sons, he doesn’t need to produce any more breeder brats” replied Dave, almost derisively.

I noticed an evil little gleam in his eyes that I had never seen before.

Dave rolled up his tray of dental tools, and I rolled up my tray of surgical tools.

Wow, I couldn’t believe I was about to castrate the hot straight dude, unconscious in the chair in front of me. My heart was pounding and my fingers were trembling as I started to slowly undo Brad’s belt buckle. I had to pause and take a deep breath to calm myself down. I’m sure the dude would have killed me if he knew what I was doing, violating his most private of parts, and about to destroy his manhood.

“You OK” said Dave.

Taking another deep breath I said “Yeah, I just need to calm myself down a bit”

I may have had doubts, but my dick sure didn’t. I don’t think it had ever been that hard in my life.

The dude’s baggy dress pants were very loose and had a long zipper in the front. After I got his belt unbuckled I gently popped open the top button of his pants. Then I slowly eased his zipper all the way down. As the two flaps of his pants separated, his underwear came gradually into view. First the elastic waist band, then the flat white cotton material below and then - the bulge. I had to undo the two bottom buttons of his shirt and gently tug the shirttails up and out of the way.

I was surprised at how worn and tattered the dudes’ underwear was. The dude was incredibly well-dressed so his ratty briefs seemed out of place. He was wearing a very old pair of Calvin Klein tighty-whiteys, but they had a grayish tinge now. The waistband was kind of frayed and there were a few small tears in the cotton. In all fairness to the dude though, I’m sure when he got dressed this morning he didn’t expect anyone to be checking out his underwear at the dentists’ office.

Still the briefs showed off the dude’s basket nicely. I could see the tubular shape of his penis as it curved to the left, resting on top of his balls. There was a small wet piss stain in the material at the end of his knob. The dude should have shaken it off a few more times. Below his dick his fat balls were just as impressive as ever. His nuts looked like they were ready to burst out of the cotton.

Dave stopped working on his teeth and whistled in appreciation at the sight. He couldn’t resist cupping those two irresistible lumps in his palm and squeezing them gently.

“Wow, this guy really does have an awesome set of baby-makers doesn’t he? Well not for long. Shit man, cutting these off of him is going to be so fucking hot” Dave whispered.

I noticed that Dave was also starting to breathe more rapidly.

“Ok, Ok enough” I said “we have a lot of work to do”.

Dave reluctantly released his grip on Brad’s nuts and went back to his wisdom teeth.

I grasped the waistband of his briefs and gently pulled them downwards. Brad was obviously one of those guys who whipped his prick out over the top of his underwear to take a piss. The waistband had lost a lot of its elasticity and was not tight at all. This made my job all the easier. His dense, dark pubic hair brushed against my knuckles as I eased the waistband lower. Another tug and his thick chubby of a dick popped into view. His penis was maybe 2.5 inches soft and had a rather ugly circumcision scar. Of course I couldn’t really judge the size of his rod without seeing it hard. God, I would have loved to suck this dude off and swallow his virile, son-producing jizz.

Alas the clock was ticking. My heart was pounding so hard if felt like it was going to explode out of my chest. My dick was leaking so much pre cum it was starting to soak my underwear. I could feel the warm stickiness on my inner thigh. With my left hand I pulled the waistband even lower as I slid my right hand down into his briefs. I cupped the dudes’ testicles and gently lifted them out of his underwear and rested them on top of the waistband. This had the effect of pushing his balls slightly upwards. His nuts had been crammed in his underwear all day and were warm to the touch and damp with sweat. And God they smelt wonderfully of man stink and piss. His nuts smelt the way a guy’s locker room does after a long hard game.

Dave and I stood back briefly to admire the view as I took a few quick pics with my cell phone. I couldn’t believe how hot and vulnerable the dude looked, unconscious in the dentist chair with his pants undone and his dick and balls hanging out for the entire world to see. Our ultimate castration fantasy was coming true – wow!

By this point Dave had already extracted two of Brad’s wisdom teeth so it was my turn to do some extracting. I placed a couple of sheets of paper towel under his balls. I didn’t want any stray bloodstains on his underwear. Then I moved in close to examine Brad’s scrotum intimately. His loose, wrinkled ball sac wasn’t too hairy and seemed to have a lot of extra flexibility in the skin; this would make my job easier. When I had castrated the two cadavers, I had made a cut down the centerline of the scrotum and pulled the testicles out from the front. My thinking was that the scar would not be noticeable on the centerline. However after thoroughly examining Brad’s balls I decided to make two smaller incisions, one on each side of his sack. The numerous wrinkled folds of his scrotum would easily hide the two small scars.

I decided to remove his smaller left testicle first. I rolled my chair around to Brad’s left side to get at his nut more easily. I picked up a scalpel and moved towards Brad’s exposed, helpless balls. I paused to catch my breath when the point of the scalpel was just an inch away from his scrotum. Dave too; paused to watch. This was it, the point of no return. Up until now we could still zip up Brad and he would be none the wiser. Once I moved the scalpel forward there would be no going back.

I took a deep breath, made my decision, and then firmly pushed the razor sharp steel into the tender, delicate flesh of the dudes scrotum. I shoved the point of the blade in just above Brad Summers left testicle. I could hear Dave gasp. Once the skin was broken it was a simple matter to pull the blade downwards till I had opened up a ½ inch gash in the left side of his nut sac. I could feel the tip of the blade scraping against the testicle underneath. Putting the scalpel down I used my fingertips to position the narrowest end of his testicle directly below the gash. Pushing gently from below I was surprised at how easily the dude’s nut slid up through the gash and popped out of his scrotum.

“Oh wow, oh wow, that is so fucking hot, I just creamed my pants” said Dave shuddering

By this point my pants were so sticky with pre cum I wouldn’t be able to tell if I came or not. I tugged gently on the warm, grey slimy nut until I had pulled out about an inch of cord and rested the ball on the paper towel. I clasped a strong surgical clamp on the spermatic cords to cut off the blood flow and moved over to Brad’s right side.

For some reason his right testicle was harder to extract. After inserting the blade I had to lengthen the gash twice until it was almost an inch long before I could work his big nut out of the scrotum. I quickly clamped the spermatic chords off and headed back to his left side. It was now time to finish off the dudes nuts and end his breeding days forever. I picked up the surgical scissors and with three firm strokes I severed the spermatic chords and Brad Summers left nut rolled free on the paper towel – wow!

My dick twitched violently as I suddenly shot my wad. There was no doubt about coming that time.

By this time Dave had removed Brad’s third wisdom tooth.

I moved back over to his right side and picked up the scissors again.

“This one’s mine” insisted Dave

I reluctantly handed Dave the scissors and watched as he gleefully snipped off Brad’s last testicle. Wow we had finally done it – we had fucking castrated a dude, and one hell of a hot one at that. I couldn’t believe it.

The dudes’ scrotum now looked like a wrinkled hairy deflated balloon. I quickly took a few more snapshots with my cell phone then I picked up Brad’s two severed testicles and dropped them, still warm, into the specimen jar. I screwed the lid shut and placed the jar in my doctors’ bag.

As Dave worked on Brads’ last tooth I cauterized the ends of his spermatic chords and released the clamps. I watched as the chords slithered slowly back up into his body. It was now just a simple matter of popping in the two silicon testicles, after comparing them to the real ones I decided to use a medium one on the left side and a large one on the right. I used surgical glue to seal up the two incisions and voila, it was done. The dude was now a eunuch. As far as I could tell his nut sack looked exactly the same as before. I used the paper towel to wipe the sweat off his scrotum and then gently tucked his ball sac back into his briefs just as Dave finished extracting his last wisdom tooth.

10 minutes later a very groggy Brad Summers gradually woke up. Dave had him sit up slowly as he got him a glass of water. Brad tried to stand up a little too soon and he suddenly staggered into the table where I had placed the doctors’ bag. I hadn’t yet zipped up the bag and I watched in horror as it fell sideways onto the floor. The jar containing Brads’ severed nuts rolled out and hit him in the foot.

“Oh sorry guys” he said as he reached down to pick it up. He was still quite groggy and Dave held him back as I lunged forward and beat him to the jar. I quickly shoved it back into the bag and got it out of harms’ way. I nearly had a heart attack on the spot. Brad was still half asleep and did not seem to notice anything - whew.

15 minutes later we escorted Brad safely into a cab. The drive home was quite uncomfortable. My knob was glued to the inside of my cum-soaked shorts.

That night we had the hottest sex of our lives. We took turns sucking and licking the dudes severed testicles. We each managed to cum three more times that night. To this day we still have Brad’s nuts in our freezer.

A month later I went to meet Dave after work. Just as I was entering his office I bumped into a really hot guy on the way out. “Oh sorry man” he said as we brushed past each other. He looked about 25, had ear length blond hair and piercing blue eyes. He was wearing a casual blue shirt and jeans.

“Wow who was that gorgeous guy?” I breathlessly asked Dave

“Oh, Jeff Peterson, new patient of mine” Dave replied and then he added with a wicked grin “Oh and he hasn’t had his wisdom teeth out – yet!”

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