I want to kill him. I am sure that everyone at one time or another has thought this idea. Most people just think of this statement in a ‘rhetorical’ sense, and rarely mean it in a very ‘literal’ manner. I mean it. I really… really want to see him dead, and I want to be the one to see his eyes as the light of life slowly fades away. I’ve thought about this a lot, and I have even joked about wanting him dead with his first ex-wife. We are now close friends and bonded to one another as sisters. His first wife does not understand how very serious my statements have been, or how deep my desire actually goes. Yes, we both hate him and the negative impact he has had on both of our lives. I want to rip the pulsing throbbing veins and arteries from his throat with my bared teeth, feel the hot gush of blood spattering my face and neck; let him feel the pain and agony I felt at is hands during our very brief marriage. I felt any other death would be too easy, too good for him. I want to rip his body apart to have the remains eaten by carrion birds, flies and maggots. His body does not deserve a human burial; it only should become the excrement of vile and foul creatures, never given a single spot to rest.

My only and biggest problem is how to destroy him and not get caught? I do not want either his first wife—let’s call her ‘Rachel’ and me to even come under the slightest suspicion. That is the tricky part.

One evening feeling a little blue and out of sorts, I decided to treat myself to a fantastic steak and a few drinks. I found an attractive woman of a similar age to me sitting near me at the bar for an after dinner drink. She had luxurious dark hair up swept, and luminous penetrating dark blue eyes. I must have been wearing my mental state and quandary on my face or my sleeve. This beautiful self-assured woman sat down next to me, as I was slowly sipping a frozen margarita trying very hard to avoid the common brain freeze I get with frozen drinks. Once she slid onto the bar stool, she ordered a luscious drink called ‘sex on a beach’. While waiting for the bartender to manufacture her drink, she turned to me and with those eyes she wiped all thought that I had about going up to my hotel room for a nice hot bath.

Sticking her ring adorned, manicured right hand towards me she said, “Hi my name is Felicia.”

There was little I could do but return the gesture and shook her hand in return and introduced myself as, “Tracey.”

“Well, Tracey, you sure seem down-in-the-dumps right now. Is there anything I can do to help, or just listen?” she added in soft dulcet tones that invited conversation.

“I guess it wouldn’t hurt to just talk,” I reluctantly added.

“Let’s move over to the couches where we can be a little more comfortable and have a lot more privacy.” Felicia replied. Grabbing our drinks and purses and wandered over to the many alcoves that were set up to insure privacy for small groups of people. As soon as we were settled, Felicia began to quiz me. “What has you so down in the dumps, Tracey? Man troubles?”

“Wow, Yeah. Really big man troubles,” I answered a bit too vehemently.

“Well, why don’t you tell me all about it and maybe I can help,” Felicia added.

Taking a big sigh of air, and with a feeling of hopelessness I told Felicia, “I really desperately want to kill, maim or destroy my ex!” I explained. “I have never in my life felt such animosity, hated, despised and wanted someone so dead or gone in my whole life. The problem is that his first wife feels exactly the same way! I’ve been racking my brain for weeks now trying to figure out how to do something and not get caught. We want him hurt the way that he hurt us.” My eyes began to tear up with those memories.

“What did he do exactly?” Felicia asked.

“Well for his first wife he went to jail, for a very short stay-- actually just days, on a domestic assault charge. He strangled her to unconsciousness. He lies to their two children and calls their mother a slut, whore and a slew of other horrid names. He is mentally, physically, emotionally abusive when he believes no one can see him towards the kids and possibly even sexually towards their daughter. He has convinced the kids, if they make the least little complain against him, he will really hurt them or ship them off to military school or an orphanage. He also threw a three month old kitten out of the second story window fracturing her jaw!” I begin tearing up with a remembered actions and horrors I saw and was subjected to.

“Well, from that description he sounds like a rather repulsive human being.” Felicia added while giving a sip to her drink. “I can understand her wanting to hurt him, but why do you feel this way too?”

I stared into her magnetic blue eye set in one of the most beautiful faces I have ever seen and answered, “ He even stole my farm from me with some fancy foot work, and if that wasn’t bad enough he killed my very best horse and some peacocks I had.”

“Did he shoot the horse?” Felicia added.

“No, he was way more devious than that!” I fumed at the memory. “There was one night that he knew I would not be home at the new farm I rented, and he went down there and caught my stallion, removed my horse’s reflective green and white winter blanket, folded it and heavily covered and hid The blanket in a brush pile. I know he could only catch my stallion and show mare – they are very easy to catch and lead. I once jokingly said that I could lead and tie either of them with some heavy thread or fishing line. I feel so awful at ever saying that. As best as I can piece it together, he took fishing line and tied the horse to two opposing mail boxes putting my beloved and life saving horse into the middle of the road. This is a point where there was a hill and blind curve. He did it just before just before dawn.” I couldn’t stop the slow leaking of tears, and Felicia handed me some napkins.

“What happened to the horse?”

“My beautiful, trusting horse was hit by a truck and 2 cars. His body was destroyed. A school bus full of children saw the carnage!“ I sobbed. “I talked to a friend who lived near by and is a horse person. I asked Gerald to identify the horse because it was going to be at least two hours to drive back to the farm. Before Gerald could even see the body, the road commission pitched his broken and severed body as if he were garbage into a dump truck and hauled it to the land fill.” The memory of finally arriving back at the farm still haunts me. I did a head count and I was missing one horse, my stallion and my all time love-of-my-equine world horse was gone; my friend Sarah was there to help drag me off the cold ground where I had collapsed with the realization… he was gone. My heart fractures and has never healed. All that remained of my stallion was a huge blood pool and spatters on the pavement; there were hoof prints that had repetitively circled around and around in a counter-clock-wise manner in the back yard as if the horse was being lunged, or handled by a relatively inexperienced person.

The previous evening, the ground had finally had a very light freeze, but hoof prints, shoe and boot prints also scored the ground. When I finally could move and begin to question what had happened, I grabbed my digital camera and started taking photos. I even took the very conclusive evidence to the local police, and because it was a horse they did NOTHING. The only thing that even perked their ears up was the value of *Andronov. Had the police done something, it would have been a felony due to the $150,000 offer I had turned down a few months earlier. Thank goodness ‘maggot’ and I had finally settled our divorce, or he would have had nearly everything I own. I adamantly told the agent making the offer on behalf of an Arab Sheik that the horse was not for sale to any one for any amount! I had hoped that he would die of old age with me, and I would bury him up on top of our favorite hill.

“Some adult male, later described to me and matching very accurately my ex, was at the accident scene that told the workers that he was the owner of the horse; he gave them authorization to chuck him in a county dump truck and take him to the local land fill! There was NO ONE other than me that could make this kind of statement or decision. Neighbors also described my ex’s car and him as being at the scene.” I sobbed with frustration and overwhelming grief. “I tried to find him at the land fill with the hope we could give him a proper burial.”

“Is there anything else behind your hate,” Felicia queried as she reached over to oat me on the shoulder.

“The murder of that particular horse was the worst for me, but I guess you can count being raped by him on our last day of our honeymoon in a foreign country as another reason. Sometimes I think he is gay as he really gets hot only with anal sex and I am NOT into that at all. I’d love to rip his nuts off and feed them to him!” At this Felicia perked up and her eyes took on a definite spark. A nearby waiter was motioned over and Felicia ordered a pitcher of wine sangria coolers.

Leaning forward over the dark wooden table, Felicia asked me, “How would you like to exact at least some sort of permanent revenge upon this low life scum?”

I didn’t even take half-a-second pause to gleefully say, “Yes!” I could feel the excitement reverberate through out my whole body. I was certain Rachel would be in agreement.

“What I have in mind will cost a little bit of money, and takes some intricate planning but should be highly satisfactory to you both. Do you think you can get Rachel and yourself back here tomorrow night to discuss the idea and figure out the plans?” Felicia asked.

“I’m sure we will make it. What time?”

“Be here at 9 pm and ask for the Astrati room. I will reserve it for us.” At that we shook hands and parted for the evening. On my way home, I called Rachel and told her of my chance meeting of someone who maybe able to help us with our “Kenneth infestation”. I gave her the place and time and begged her not to be late.

The next evening, Rachel and I drove into the parking lot at the same time and just moments after Felicia parked her beautiful expensive Tesla convertible.

“Wow, that’s some kind of car!” I exclaimed. “I’ve only seen pictures or things on the internet about them. They cost a small fortune don’t they, Felicia?”

“Yes they are on the pricey side now, but eventually the company hopes to make a more affordable family sedan. This model is for those people who want to have fun while driving.” Felicia motioned towards the door of the club and we followed her in. At the reception desk she told the hostess that she had reserved the Astrati room. The neatly dressed hostess in black skirt and snow white blouse motioned us in a door quite someway down a long narrow corridor. Just before the hostess left, Felicia asked for a pitcher of margaritas and an assortment of hors d’oeuvres brought in, and added that we did not want to be disturbed.

The room was furnished in a distinctly Japanese fashion with a very low tables and a multitude of colorful cushions that could be arranged in a many ways. Once we were comfortable with food and drinks at hand we began to converse it felt as if we were life long friends. Eventually, Felicia opened her purse and drew out her wallet. She passed the wallet to me and I thumbed through her ID and the photos that were enclosed in plastic. The last two photos, stopped me dead. With stricken eyes, I looked up at Felicia and asked, “Are these REAL? Or some sick mock up?” My stomach roiled and churned threatening to come back up my throat.

Rachel snatched the wallet from me to examine the offending photos. All she could say was, “Cool!”

“Felicia, what in hell is going on here? Are those pictures real?” I demanded.

Her penetrating blue eyes fixed directly on mine, and a slow smile gently curved the lips of her exquisite mouth. “Yes, dear Tracey they are very real. I don’t think I ever told you what my two professions are, did I?” With this a full blown flower of a smile graces her face. Both Rachel and I await Felicia’s explanation. “First off, I am a free lance mechanical engineer. I am very good at what I do, and because my services are needed all over the world I get to travel quite a bit. You wouldn’t believe, if I told you how many frequent flier miles I have accumulated. Now, I also have another profession, that many people feel is very useful in a variety of circumstances. This also pays quite well, allows travel, and is very satisfying. My second profession, in many states and countries absolutely must not come to light with certain…ah groups, or law enforcement. I usually practice this trade in central American countries- with a rare few that check out to our security, here in the USA.”

“What exactly do you do, Felicia?” Rachel asked.

‘I am a castratix.”

Rachel had a very puzzled look on her face, “Do you mean you dance with castanets?” she asked.

Felicia burst out laughing and I soon joined her with the image of what HER ‘castanets’ would look like. We laughed so hard that I couldn’t stop the torrential fall of tears from my eyes. My laughter only started to subside as the pain in my side grew from the uncontrolled laughter. Rachel at first seemed perplexed with our hilarity, but became sullen. The mood only lifted when I, between outbursts of laughter said “castrator!” Finally the laughed died down enough for us to resume a some what normal conversation.

“Felicia, how long have you been doing this?” I asked.

“Well, almost fifteen years. I did my first solo job when I was eighteen to a man who raped my little sister. She was only twelve years old!”

“You’ve done others right?

“Oh yes many, n=in several different ways.”

Was it a ‘willing’ or ‘unwilling’ ah… subject?” Rachel asked.

“Oh he was very willing. Believe it or not there are tens of thousands of men who fantasize about being castrated or having a penectomy. The problem is the American Medical Association does not recognize this obsession, affliction or a mental disorder, so men wanting to be castrated resort to some of the most horrific attempts to damage themselves so a doctor will perform the operation.”

“Do you do this to ‘unwilling men also?” I asked.

“Yes, and they are the most fun. I have my standards for selection. The man must be a real shit, and quite testosterone driven. That’s why your tales about your ex had me interested to begin with last night. He fits the criteria very well.” She sat back on the pillow and sipped her drink as she let us think about what she said.

Rachel and I held a quick whispered conversation and then turned to Felicia, “We want to do it!”

“Good. I have to do a little more research on the subject and we will meet back here in exactly one week to nail down all the formalities. Ah ladies, if I am the castrati the fee is $1500 per teste or $1750 with local anesthesia. There is no fee for transporting as I will arrange all of this with out cost to you.”

“I’ve castrated pigs, goats, bulls, cats and rams. Is it much different?” I asked Felicia.

“No, it is pretty similar—although if he is awake he will verbally threaten you, and try to break loose.” I shot a look at Rachel, and we both began to smile. “We want him totally awake and to feel every little touch and pinprick and knife slice!”

“Ok, I can work with that. Meet me here in a week,” and with that she waved a good bye.

“Can you believe that FINALLY the prick is going to get what he really deserves?” Rachel asked me with her eyes wild with anticipation. “Yeah! Awesome. I thought the idea of killing him was good but this is even better. How did you find this woman? “

“Well it is a convoluted story, but needless to say she came well recommended by someone who has used her work before.” I blushed, “I actually saw some of her handy work.”

“WHAT! You actually saw some guy without his ‘junk’—stuff he’d had removed?”

“Yeah- it actually looked nicer with out the berries hanging there in their prune-ish looking sack.”

“Was he gay?” Rachel was nor getting very curious.

“Nope.” I answered.

“Could he get it up?”

“Yeah, but it takes longer, and stays up a lot longer. If he wants to do a marathon sex he gives himself a shot of testosterone about a half-hour before starting- he was way more considerate as a lover!”

“WOW- I knew that the creation of eunuchs was something that happened hundreds and thousand of years ago, but had no idea that it still happens.”

Noting the late hour I said, “I need to get home and feed horses, so I’ll see you next week, OK.”

“OK- Bye.”

A week later we met in the private room of this posh habitat for the wealthy. After ordering and receiving our food and drinks, Felicia pulled a palm sized black box out of her purse and extended the telescoping antennae and searched the room for errant radio signals. Finding none, she gracefully folded her five-foot-nine inch frame down and comfortably upon the cushion surrounding the low table.

Without preamble she said, “I’ve checked Kenneth out, and I don’t think you ladies even come close to knowing what he has done in his past nor what he is planning on doing. I’ve met some foul creatures in my work, but he is one of the top five if not number one! How did you ladies get mixed up with him?”

“Well, he comes off as prince charming until you say ‘I do;’ then Mr. Hyde comes out and never goes away!” I growled.

“Well, the preliminary agenda is set for a week from tonight. I’ve decided that we will be doing this fairly close by as it seems tempting him with a free Mexican vacation isn’t going to work. I need you ladies to buy inexpensive black pants, pull over turtle necks and sneakers. I’ll be supplying wigs, makeup hats and masks.” Felicia looked in each of our faces; I think to check to see our resolve in following it through. “Do you have any special requests?” I had one, and when I told her she burst out laughing and told me I had an aptitude for this kind of work.

A week later, Rachel and I met at my place to change into our ‘special mission’ black clothing. Nervous anticipation filled the air. “Rach, are you going to be ok with this? There will be some blood, and I am sure he’ll scream, shout and curse. Will you be alright with all of it?”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me! That bastard tried to kill me so this little ‘alteration’ is justified! Let’s go!”

Silently we drove to the restaurant and parked the car at the rear service door where we waited for Felicia to let us in. Once we were in it was time to put on long raven black wigs, and thin latex gloves. We were then led up a flight of back stairs, and into a room that had two rows of cushy chairs of a very comfortable design placed in front of a well lighted table that vaguely resembled a gynecological exam table. The main differences were leather and chains strategically placed to either partially or totally immobilize the ah…patient . Rachel and I grabbed the two chairs that were center stage to where the action should take place and began to whisper amongst ourselves. “I wonder how she is going to fool him and get him up here willingly,” Rachel asked

“She’ probably telling him that they can have an upstairs private room rendezvous. Or she’ll give him a roofie.”

“I like the roofie idea better- have him wake up naked in that chair will make him piss himself.” Rachel snorted

“I don’t know, but I think the action is soon to start—look at those people coming in—they all look like us!”

“Well, it just wouldn’t do to have us be recognized, would it?”

Finally the other spectators all dressed in black and cloak and white masks and raven’s wing black hair took their seats. Felicia led in a procession of four naked gorgeously handsome eunuchs carrying the now naked, gagged and bound Kenneth. His eyes were wild, he tried to scream past the securely bound gag and struggled in vain to free his heavy zip tied limbs. His body bucked and flailed so much that the muscular eunuchs had a hard time hanging onto him.

Felicia, tiring of Kenneth’s theatrics barked at him, “I am your master, your owner. You are never to speak nor make a sound unless I order you to do so. Is that understood?” With her pronouncement, Kenneth threw himself into renewed attempts to be free of the supporting eunuch’s hands. In one single hand motion, she ordered the four eunuchs to let go of Kenneth. He fell from the shoulder height of the well matched men straight down to the hard, cold marble floor. A whump and a muffled keening began issuing from behind the gag. At Felicia’s wave of hand Kenneth was again returned to shoulder height, but this time was facing the floor.

“Do you now understand that you no longer have any will but mine? You will do all that I say, or you will suffer the consequences!” Felicia grabbed his chin and roughly lifted it to see his eyes. His eyes showed no signs of giving in, or any understanding of the condition of his capture. With one wave of her hand the eunuchs heaved his body upward and quickly stepped back as he crashed face first onto the marble floor. He laid there for several seconds and then rolled onto his side attempting to curl into a fetal position. Felicia then with a simple gesture invited Rachel and I into the inner circle where Kenneth now curled and moaned.

Felicia had explained during out second meeting, that violence perceived is equal to and in many cases more terrifying than the actual violence inflicted, so she instructed us in many ways to achieve true humiliation and terror on our nemesis, such that he would soon beg for a death, which would not come.

I first sought to humiliate Kenneth. I knew having a male- and preferably a very well endowed eunuch sexually take him would be well on the way to his becoming subservient. Felicia had kindly provided a beautiful specimen, named Goliath. He was fully nude, shaved and oiled for this evening theatrics. He stood an honest six-four and was very muscular and handsome. There was nothing feminine about him, and as Felicia had informed me he did take regular hormone therapy and had juiced up for tonight’s entertainment. He had a fantastic organ, a fully erect eleven inches with the thickness and girth of a ball bat grip, and totally clean shaven so every pulsating, throbbing inch could be seen and appreciated. A slight gasp from the audience and a few licked lips said that more than an observer would have liked to ride him hard. Goliath, went down on all fours at Kenneth’s head, and at Felicia’s command began to speak to Kenneth.

“Ah you are going to have a very rare treat tonight Kenneth. You and I are going to become very intimately acquainted, and you will scream for sex as you have never screamed before.” Goliath then pushed his throbbing rod hard member right into Kenneth’s face. He tried desperately to move, roll and turn away, but my hands locked in the hair at the back of Kenneth’s head, immobilizing it. “Do you like the feel of it? Isn’t it the silkiest texture ever, Kenneth? Isn’t it the most luscious the smell?” Goliath motioned to two eunuchs “Straighten out his legs and roll him on his back. Then hold him.” Goliath then sat on Kenneth chest and began rubbing his member all over Kenneth’s face and neck. Kenneth eyes did not plead, nor beg. His eyes shot venom, hatred, anger and revenge.

Felicia announced, “Goliath, as impressive as you are in his face, it think he is not getting the true value of your manhood. Let us see if we can stimulate more reactions from him. Would you remove the gag, please? For those of you joining us for the first time, this room is sound proof, and as you all know, no unauthorized recordings are permitted. Any person trying to thwart these measures is subject to the harshest of our penalties.”

As soon as the gag was removed, Kenneth began to shout, scream and swear profusely. Felicia quickly remedied this problem by stuffing a soapy sponge into his open mouth and scolding Kenneth as is her were a small school boy.

Goliath easily flipped Kenneth onto his face and stomach and positioned himself just above his buttocks. Looking at Felicia he asked, “Lube?”

“No, I think for this cretin it should be ‘au natural’. Only add any if you start to hurt.” With this the golden haired Goliath smirked and touched a dab of saliva to his blood engorge helmet.

“Hold on to your knickers mister fancy boy, “he said as he plunged his rock hard member into Kenneth’s very tight anus. The clenching and fear Kenneth felt made him very resistant, only the head was able to penetrate with the first thrust. Goliath pried apart Kenneth’s legs with his own very masculine thighs and roughly grabbed an ass cheek in each hand, shoving them apart to give better access to the cavern he had all intentions of very thoroughly spelunking. Goliath’s whole weight went into the next ramming, and buried his member to the hilt just as Kenneth let loose a blood curdling scream.

This scream, in turn fueled the audiences frenzy. Many were fingering themselves or engaging in some mutual pleasures. I sat a Kenneth’s head holding it still while Goliath continued his plunging and bucking of Kenneth. I did notice one odd thing, even as Goliath continued to penetrate, degrade and humiliate Kenneth; I saw Kenneth was developing and erection. Goliath also noticed Kenneth’s enlarged erect member and smiled wickedly at Felicia. A single nod was the only signal passed between the two, but not only did Goliath change the pace, but he flipped him over to a face to face position. “You get to be in the girly, position, let’s see how you like being ass fucked and have your dick slapped by me.” Goliath laughed as Kenneth’s member continued to engorge and pulse. Goliath fully with drew and began to stroke Kenneth’s member, licking it, sucking on it and watched and laughed at the little twitches it made as it grew more and more engorged. Goliath surreptiously grabbed a loaded elastrator, squeezed open the jaw quickly removed his mouth s and deviously slid the elastrator down the shaft and released the band. Goliath then started to slap Kenneth’s banded member around in a ping pong fashion, just before Kenneth began to shudder, Goliath rammed his enormous rod into the now very stretched out ass of a waiting, climaxing Kenneth, who screamed and bucked with both agony and ecstasy.

Goliath quickly recovered and lifted the still bound form of Kenneth into the modified chair/table. First he cut the ties holding Kenneth’s ankles together and placed the feet into the waiting stirrups and secured them with the awaiting shackles. He roughly shoved Kenneth’s shoulders back against the chair and secured a chain around his throat and then released the ties binding his hands and secured each hand and arm to the cross braces that stuck out from each side of the reclining chair. Additional straps binding each thigh in a spread-eagle position and straps around his abdomen, chest and forehead were made secure. Kenneth, threatened, begged, bribed and cajoled all that were in the room without anyone paying any heed.

Felicia approached the thoroughly bound Kenneth and remarked, “Well, it looks like you like little boys and girls and men—well neutered men, at least as well as you like women. I wonder how well you will like what a couple of women here have in store for you.”

“You bitch, you fucking cunt, let me go right now before I sue you for every dime that you and your friends here own or ever will own!”

“Ah, Kenneth, now how would you go about suing someone you have no idea of their identity, state or even country of residence. You yell just to try and increase your own self worth, and that is not working in your favor in this very select group.” Felicia then motioned to Rachel and me now to approach the immobilized Kenneth near a tray full of surgical instruments. “Ladies, please proceed. You are fore going a local, yes?” We didn’t dare use our voices, so we both nodded. “Well then, continue.”

Being the bolder of the two of us and having had lots of experience in castration, I grabbed a betadine swab and ran it all over and around the scrotal sac. I then put on some sterile gloves and popped open the container for a sterile scalpel and laid open a package with hemostats, needle, suture thread, needle holder and gauze pads. Kenneth’s position on the table was nearly perfect. His ass cheeks barely rested on the end of the table/chair and his testicles dangled like ripe plums off of the edge, ready for the plucking. Note in the band and his still erect organ, grasped the whole scrotum in my left and pulled massaged and squeezed them roughly and Kenneth begged for release of the incredible sexual tension Finally I used my left hand manipulated the loose skin, I made it tight and firm on the outside lower edge of his left teste. Pulling the skin very hard and tight I slashed a two inch incision through the skin and down to the teste proper. With a little more pressure on the back side of the gonad it popped free of its fleshy constrains. With the constraints and his still rock hard sexual tool, Kenneth was oblivious to the cut.

I looked to Rachel to see how she was faring in this ‘endeavor’. I could see by her eyes half-hidden by her mask, that she was fascinated by all that had happened, but was not ready to become a cutter herself. With her assenting nod, I repeated the technique to his right teste. Both gonads were now not an internal part of his body, but he wasn’t a eunuch until they both were permanently severed. A technique that works very well for large farm animals is for the castrator to very firmly grasp the teste and pull down, causing the spermatic cords to tear, fray and rupture. Because they snap at different levels and the ingual ring pressure helps curtail bleeding this is a very effective way to castrate. Just as I began yanking the first gonad from his body, Kenneth gave a huge groan, his body began to buck and convulse, and at that time everyone in the audience began laughing and cheering as he shot the biggest load of seminal fluid I have ever seen in my life! In preparation for this ’event,’ I had read that this reaction would be in a very high [probability of occurring. Many human cutters like to use the elastrator to control bleeding, and they also remove nearly the entire scrotal sac. For Kenneth, we felt that he should be cut just like the pig he is.

Felicia came over to me and asked me to wait a few minutes before resuming this final alteration. She said, “Have a little fun with him, you deserve it!” Hmm, a little fun… I wonder if she would consider my shortening his dick a couple of inches as a little fun. Maybe I should try and stuff the one nut I’ve removed up through a nostril, which may be enjoyable, but would ruin the plans we had for it a little later. Nah, I think I will just have some fun threatening different parts of his spread eagled body with hemostats and scalpels. Let’s see- a pair of mosquito hemostats clamped on his nipples—Yeah, that’s good, Maybe threatening to give him a split dick or a corkscrew one like a boar has, or creating a new opening for his urethra so he has to sit to pee. My musings was interrupted by Felicia telling me it is time to remove the band and the last testicle. I now see why she wanted a few minutes break. My patient is back in full voice mode, but the instant my fingers curl around that last testicle he become fully erect. I murmur to him “enjoy this buddy, it’s the last orgasm you will ever have,” just as a fountain of ejaculate explodes from what will be here from this day onward, a dormant volcano. I did toss both testes into a clean stainless steel bowl, so Rachel and I could have the sweetest of revenges.

We took both testes and cooked them up, ground them, add some spices and fed them to Kenneth. Felicia told him with a smile that the food would help him recover what he had lost telling him just Felicia spirited him away blind folded, bound and hearing blocked.

We grinned at one another like Cheshire cats!

Ex-husbands be very very careful on how you treat ex-wives! … and little boys and girls

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