When he first walked into my tattoo parlor I figured he was here to sell his balls. He was way too fidgety and nervous for a kid just looking to get a tattoo. As he wandered about the shop I checked out his body as discreetly as I could. He was wearing a tight black t-shirt which showed off his broad shoulders and well-muscled arms. He seemed to have a pretty good body for a kid his age. Must be on one of the school sports teams I thought. Lots of guys in their late teens, have rather scrawny, underdeveloped bodies. But not this kid, he was a little on the gangly side but you could see the muscle development coming along as he walked around. Almost like a young colt growing into maturity. In a few more years he would be one hell of a hot guy.

Of course his testicles would sell well just because of his age, but being good-looking and having a hot body would certainly increase their value. 18-22 year-olds had the most prized testicles on the market and this kid was Prime Grade-A All American nut meat on the hoof. My dick started to stiffen just thinking about getting my knife into his balls. Unfortunately he was wearing those god-damned baggy jeans all the kids wore these days. So I couldn’t get any idea of what he had hanging between his thighs. Oh well, if my hunch was right, I would be seeing his nuts soon enough. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a 100% straight, but nothing turns me on like cutting off some hot, young guys balls. Nature hot-wired us straight guys to pass our genes along, so I guess castrating another guy is a way of removing competing DNA from the gene-pool.

This whole thing had all started about three years ago. As a joke some college kid had put his nads up for auction on the internet. To make a long story short, the bids soon skyrocketed. It was amazing the number of people who were willing to pay large sums of money for the kid’s balls. Once the kid realized how much money he could make he actually went through with it. The buyer arranged and paid for a surgeon, and within a month of putting his balls up for sale the kid was castrated in a private clinic. Nobody knows exactly how much money he finally got for his balls, but it was enough to pay his tuition for his entire college career and allow him to graduate debt-free.

Of course once the story hit the press there was a massive public outcry. The buyer was never found, but the doctor who had castrated the kid was arrested. Turned out the State didn’t quite know what to charge him with. The kid (who was of legal age) had signed a sworn affidavit that he had voluntarily been castrated. And while there were no state laws specifically allowing castrations there weren’t any specifically outlawing them either. The most that could be said against the doctor was that he had performed a medically unnecessary procedure for a fee. But as his lawyer argued in court; most plastic surgeries were medically unnecessary. The case ended up getting thrown out of court. Though it could be argued that what the doctor did was unethical, it could not be argued what he did was illegal.

That was not the end of it though, the doctor ended up suing the State for wrongful prosecution and defamation of character. He won his case and received millions in compensation from the state. After that the state government washed its’ hands of the whole situation. The governor, in his usual gruff manner stated; “Anybody stupid enough to sell their balls, is not the sort of person I think should be fathering children anyway” And, that was that. It was now legal to buy and sell testicles in this state.

A discreet but booming market for testicles soon developed. There were a surprising number of people looking to buy them. Usually the buyers were older, rich gay men but some women also. The economic melt-down of 2008 really helped things along. Suddenly lots of young men couldn’t pay their rent and college students couldn’t make their tuition payments. Of course the supply of testicles could never satisfy the demand. But for any financially strapped young man desperate enough to sell his balls, there was some serious money to be made.

Tattoo and piercing shops seemed to be the logical place for young, inexperienced guys to come looking to sell their nuts. So when this kid walked in, I knew what he was here for. The kid pretended to be looking at the tattoo patterns on display around the shop, but he kept glancing nervously at my assistant Cheryl, who was helping a customer at the front counter. He sure as shit was not going to be asking a woman about what he had on his mind. Finally he spotted me, sitting behind my counter near the back of the shop. Our eyes met and for a second I thought he was going to turn around and run out of the place.

I didn’t want to scare him off so I gave him a friendly, reassuring smile and asked if there was anything I could help him with.

He nervously replied “Oh no thank you sir, I’m just looking”

“OK son, take your time, if you have any questions please ask”

“I will, thank you sir”. The lad was gorgeous and polite.

Finally after about five minutes he worked up the courage to approach me. He looked over his shoulder to make sure everyone else was out of earshot.

I said “Well son, are you interested in a tattoo?”

He mumbled nervously under his breath “Ah no, not really sir, I ah, I understand you do more than tattoos here?”

“Yes of course son, we do piercings and body modifications, but you have to be at least 18 if you want one of those”

“Oh yes, I’m 18 sir”

And then lowering his voice to almost a whisper he said “I was, um, wondering, um. if this was a place where I could um, you know ah, sell my balls?”

Bingo! Just what I was hoping he would say. I’m glad I was sitting behind my counter so the kid couldn’t see me pop a full hard-on. As casually as I could I replied; “Well lets’ go into the back and discuss this shall we, its’ a little more private”.

The kid gave a sigh of relief as I stood up and told him to follow me. I glanced over my shoulder and Cheryl gave me a knowing look as I escorted the kid into the tattooing studio at the back of the shop. The studio was set up with an old barber chair and an adjustable bed where I did all my tattoo work. It also had my desk, a couch and some chairs and doubled as my office.

Once we were in the office I kept everything as casual and professional as I could. I’m sure the kid would have gone running out of the place if he knew how eager I was to slice his nuts out from between his legs.

“OK son, first off I’m going to need some photo I.D., like I said before, you have to be at least 18 if you want anything other than a tattoo.”

With fumbling hands he pulled a driver’s license out of his wallet. The kids name was Jake McAlpine and the license proved he had turned 18 three months ago. Though in my opinion, he could easily have passed for much younger guy, say 16.

“Well Jake, if you are serious about this I can certainly arrange things, are you sure you know what you are getting yourself into?”

“Ah yes sir, I’ve heard of other guys who’ve had their nads cut off, I would really like to go to college next year and there is just no way I can afford the tuition. I really, really need the money”

“Of course you do” I replied in as reassuring a manner as I could. I was already thinking about the big fat commission I would make on his nuts.

“OK Jake, well just so you know I run a very professional operation here. I will outline how I conduct business. First of all, you will have to sign a legal document stating that you willingly sold your nads and that you were not coerced in any way. Just to keep everything legit, you OK with that?”

“Ah, yes sir, that shouldn’t be a problem”

“OK great, then I circulate your photos amongst my list of buyers and see how high a price we can get”

He seemed a little surprised at this. “Oh I uh, thought you would just pay me up front”

“Sorry Jake; doesn’t work like that. How do I know you wouldn’t just run away once you got the check?”

“Oh believe me sir; I am totally honest, that would never happen.”

“Well Jake, I’ve seen it happen before so unfortunately I can’t give you any money till after I have your nads off? You OK with that?”

He seemed really hesitant, but finally said “Uh I guess so, um how much money do you think I could get sir?”

“Well Jake, that depends on a lot of things. I always hate to quote a price up front until after I contact my buyers. But offhand, since you are 18 and a pretty good looking guy on top of that, we should be able to get top dollar for your balls. The more buyers I can get interested in your nuts the higher we can drive up the price. That works best for both of us. The more money I can get for your nads the more money I can make in commission, that’s how it works. You OK with that?”

“Oh, I see, well that sounds OK I guess.” Jake replied, somewhat unsure.

“Great, let’s see what you got”

“Huh?” The kid seemed confused.

“Your balls son, stand up and drop your pants, I’ve got to see your nads, nuts, testicles whatever you want to call them.”

The kid seemed embarrassed now, “Ah I thought you just needed my picture sir?”

Somewhat impatiently I replied, “That, AND I’ve got to check out your nuts, got to see the merchandise before I can sell it to my clients”

The kid started blushing; I guess he wasn’t planning on this. Jake didn’t strike me as the brightest lad around.

I said to him: “don’t get shy on me now Jake, I’ve seen lots of guy’s nads before and I sure am going to be seeing yours when I cut them off, so drop your pants. Pretend I’m a doctor or something”

With a big sigh the blushing kid slowly undid his belt. As soon as he undid the zipper, his baggy jeans fell to his ankles, revealing a bright striped pair of loose ratty boxer shorts. Putting his thumbs into the elastic waist band he somewhat reluctantly shoved the boxers down to his knees. He stood free balling before me.

Though his upper body still had some maturing to do, his dick and nuts sure looked full grown to me. His pubic bush was dark brown and well defined but the hairs still seemed somewhat thin and sparse. It was definitely the bush of an adolescent. Not the thick course bush of a mature male. His thick cut dick seemed about 3.5 inches long in its flaccid state.

“OK, lift your dick up so I can have a good look at your balls”

His ball sac was not the biggest I’ve seen but certainly above average for an 18 year old. His smooth pinkish scrotum was almost hairless; and hung just below the end of his dick. His left nut hung down almost vertically in the loose sac and seemed to be a bit smaller than his right ball. His larger right ball rested almost horizontally in the bottom of his scrotum and hung a bit lower than his left. This was unusual as most guys I’d seen seemed to have a larger left nut.

As I reached out to grab his balls, the kid suddenly jumped backwards. “Look Jake, I’ve got to check out your nuts, now do you want to go through with this or not?”

“Ah yes, sorry Sir” He replied. “I’m just not used to having another guy touching my balls”

“Well, it’s got to be done, I’ll be gentle” (at least until it comes time to use the knife I thought). With that I reached forward and cupped his nut sac in the palm of my right hand. His sac was a little sweaty and I could faintly smell the soap he had used during his morning shower. Still his balls had that musty, virile masculine scent that only a hot young guy in his sexual prime has. I swear I could almost smell the testosterone oozing out of his balls. Jake’s plump oval nuts made a good fistful in my hand. His big right nut was firm and maybe the size of a small kiwi fruit. His left nut was equally firm but not quite as large. I could feel the heat they were giving off in the palm of my hand. As I held his little sperm factories I could just imagine all the teen cream churning around in there. As much as I hated to admit it, I had to agree with the governor, anybody stupid enough to part with a hot, healthy set of balls like this was way too stupid to be having children. With my fingertips I gently felt out his thick, stringy, spermatic cords on both sides of his sac and followed them as far up into his body as I could. I could feel at least an inch of cord leading out of each ball. This was good; the more sperm cord I could get at the easier it would be to cut off his nuts. I couldn’t help thinking that next time I had his balls in my right hand I would have a scalpel in the other hand. During my intimate examination the kid was intently studying the ceiling.

Finally I released my now sweaty grip and said “OK great, thanks Jake, you can pull up your pants now”

With an audible sigh of relief he quickly hauled up his boxers and jeans.

“You have a very fine set of nads there Jake; we’ll be able to get top dollar for those no problem. And you have nice long sperm cords so your balls should be really easy to cut off.”

With that last statement he gave a rather wan, unenthusiastic smile.

“So ah, what’s the next step, sir?” He meekly asked.

“Photos!” I cheerfully replied.

“Photos sir?”

“That’s right Jake; I’ve got to show my clients what they’re bidding on.”

I have a good camera in the tattoo parlor that I use to photograph my tattoo work for display.

I told Jake “So first we’ll start with some face shots, and then some of you stripped down. Oh and I want you to change your underwear.”

“But my underwear is clean, why do I have to change it?” he asked in a surprised tone.

“OK Jake let me explain to you how things work. You want to sell your balls right?”

“Ah yes sir.”

“OK so your balls are the product we are trying to sell, right?”

“I guess so sir”

“OK Jake, well I can tell you right now that nobody wants to buy the balls of an old fat guy. I’ve got to show my clients what a hot sexy young guy you are. I want them to get all worked up looking at sexy photos of you so they get all eager to buy your balls. Trust me; this will really drive up the price we can get for your balls.”

“That makes sense I guess sir, but I still don’t see why I have to change my underwear.”

“Well Jake, quite frankly, those boxers of yours are baggy, ratty and not sexy at all. In the fashion industry they are called “passion killers”. Why do you think all the girls in beer commercials wear skimpy tight bikinis, to show what they got and get attention. It’s exactly the same thing we are going to do with your balls. It’s called marketing a product. Now what size skivvies do you wear, medium?”

“Ah yes, sir.”

I keep several brand new pairs of underwear in my desk drawer for just such an occasion. I deliberately took out a small size of CK white boxer briefs. I tossed him the package and said, “OK put those on while I get the camera set up”.

Jake quickly kicked of his sneakers, dropped his jeans and boxers and stepped out of them. He hauled on the new boxer briefs and complained “Ah, they are kind of tight sir”.

“That’s the whole point kid, trust me, and now put your jeans back on.”

I started out taking a few up close face shots. Click Click.

“You’re very photogenic Jake, have you ever thought of going into modeling?”

The kid smiled for the first time this evening.

“OK now back up so I can get a few full body shots.” Click Click.

“Great, now take of your shirt off so I can see that hot torso of yours, great, now flex a bit, awesome thanks”. Click Click.

Jake was really starting to get into the modeling bit and really seemed to enjoy showing off for the camera.

Damn, the kid was hot looking without his shirt. His stomach was flat, but not quite a six pack; he had nice firm pectoral muscles and lean sinewy arms. There was a small scraggly patch of dark hair, resting proudly in the centre of his chest. There was not an ounce of fat on him. His lower abdomen had that perfect V shape that led the eye downwards towards the treasures hidden between his legs. The elastic band of his underwear was sticking up above the top of his jeans. He could easily be an A & F model. I just knew my clients would be drooling over him.

“Awesome, Jake, you’re doing great, now unzip your jeans and just lower them a bit on your hips” Click Click. “Great, now take off the jeans and let’s get some shots of you in your skivvies.”

The small size boxer briefs had the desired effect and really emphasized his balls. The tight white cotton clutched his fat nads like shrink wrap, squishing them into the too small front pouch. This gave his nuts the appearance of being even bigger than they were. His dick was shoved up and off to the left as the tight briefs pulled his balls upward. The two distinct curved lumps of his nuts were clearly defined as they bulged out the white cotton briefs. His smaller left testicle seemed to be snuggling up to the right one, almost as if for protection. Click Click.

“Awesome Jake, you really should go into modeling. Now sit down in the chair and spread your legs wide, wider please, I want to get some close ups of that impressive basket of yours”. Click Click. “Wow, seriously Jake, you are one hot guy, my clients are going to love you. OK, now drop the underwear please so we can get some shots of your nut sac.”

All this attention had made his dick semi-hard and he started to blush again. His large nuts rested on the seat of the chair as they hung between his lightly haired thighs. “Hold your dick out of the way, please” Click Click. “Fantastic, now cup your nuts in your hand and pull them out towards the camera.” Click Click.

“OK great Jake, that should do it, you can get dressed now. My clients are going to love you. Oh and you can keep the skivvies.”

“Ah thanks sir,” he replied still blushing, as he quickly put his clothes back on.

“So ah, what happens now sir?”

“Well Jake, I will start by circulating your photos among my clients and see how high a price we can get”.

He seemed confused again, “Oh so you don’t put them on the internet?”

“Nope, trust me Jake; the internet is a waste of time. You never know what sort of psycho loser you are going to attract. I have been in this business a long time now and have a good reliable client base. I know these guys are good for the money and are not going to try to rip you off. You don’t want to go with some fucking psycho who might just hack your nuts off and then not even pay you, now do you?”

“Oh no sir, your way sounds much better.”

“Great Jake, glad we understand each other. Now as soon as I locate a buyer I will contact you and if you like the price, then we have a deal for your balls; that sound OK to you?”

“Ah yes sir, ah how long do you think it will take?”

“Well Jake, I’m sure there are lots of buyers out there who will be interested in a fine set of nads like yours. Shouldn’t really take more that a week”.

“Wow, I didn’t think it would happen that fast”

“Trust me Jake; just leave everything up to me”

As soon as Jake left, I immediately uploaded his photos into my computer. Then I started to run down my list of buyers in my head.

I naturally thought of Mr. Wilkinson first. He was my best client. Jake was just the type of kid he loved to have castrated. Personally I thought Mr. Wilkinson was a fat, disgusting old pervert, but he had more money than God. I’ve castrated five other boys for him before this and he always pays me a great commission. I just knew he would be drooling as soon as he saw Jake’s pictures.

Once I find a kid like Jake I like to cut his balls off real quick, before he has a chance to think about it too much and change his mind. I was already thinking how much I was going to enjoy shoving my blade into his fat ball sac and the money I would make.

I had Mr. Wilkinson’s private number but was under strict instructions to only call between 9:30 and 10 in the evening. I had plenty of work to keep me busy in the tattoo parlor but it still seemed a long wait. At exactly 9:31 pm that evening I gave Mr. Wilkinson a call on his private line. He answered after 2 rings.

“Hello, Mr. Wilkinson? It’s Craig calling from the tattoo parlor.”

“Ah yes, Craig, how are you, it has been awhile since I have had the pleasure of one of your phone calls.”

“Ah yes sir, a couple of months now I believe. Well as you know the market has been pretty tight of late.”

“Indeed it has” Mr. Wilkinson replied “I almost can’t remember the last time I purchased a nice young mans’ fresh set of testicles.”

“Well sir, I just met a great high school kid today and I think you will really like what he’s got hanging between his legs.”

“Hmm, I see, well I am definitely interested. I trust you have done all the necessary checks?”

“Yes sir, Mr. Wilkinson, he is 18, I have proof on file, he is a really good looking, polite kid and he has a pretty impressive set of nads on him, I’m sure you will like them.”

“Well you have never sold me an unimpressive set of balls before, when may I see what the young man has to offer?”

“Well sir, I have taken some photos of him and his nuts, with your permission I will email them to your private account and if you like what you see we can set up a face to face meeting.”

“That sounds fine Craig; you know where to send the photos.”

Five minutes after e-mailing the photos to Mr. Wilkinson he called me back. “Well Craig, I must say you have outdone yourself this time. The young man is indeed handsome and his testicles do look quite enticing.”

“Yes sir, I thought you would like them.”

“I would of course like to inspect the merchandise first hand, before I commit myself to purchasing his testicles.”

“Of course sir, I can give the kid a call and see about setting up a meeting. How busy is your schedule?”

“Well I should be free tomorrow evening, if that works for you.”

“That is fine with me sir, and quite frankly, the kid is the nervous sort, I don’t think we should wait too long. I would like to cut his nuts off as soon as we can, before he gets cold feet.”

“That sounds fine with me Craig, I will leave everything in your capable hands” And with that, Mr. Wilkinson hung up.

God I hated that old creep, But hey, this was strictly business. If the rich old pervert was willing to pay me to cut out Jakes’ balls and Jake was willing to let me do it, then who was I to argue. I stood to make a lot of money for maybe a half hours work.

I quickly gave Jake a shout on his cell phone.

“Hello?”

“Jake buddy, I’ve got great news! I’ve got someone who wants to buy your nuts.”

“Already? Wow, that was fast. I didn’t think it would be this quickly.”

“Hey Jake, I told you those photos would have them drooling over your balls”

“Ah, so ah, what happens now sir?”

“Well Jake, the buyer would like to meet you in person, and if he likes you and you like the price he has to offer, then we have a deal. That OK with you?”

“Ah, I guess so” he replied somewhat hesitantly.

“Great how about tomorrow night at the tattoo parlor, say 7:30, after the place closes?”

“Ah, yah I guess that will be OK, do I have to do anything?”

“Nope just show up, I’ll handle the rest. Oh and don’t forget to bring your balls.”

“Huh what?” he replied.

“It was a joke Jake, forget it, just be here at 7:30”

“Ah Ok sir”

God this kid is dumb I thought.

At seven the next evening I closed up the tattoo parlor and locked the front door. I started to pace with nervous anticipation. If everything went according to plan I would be a lot richer after this evening and Jake would be leaving here without his testicles hanging between his legs. That kid better show up.

At seven twenty Jake pulled up in front of the locked shop on his bicycle. After letting him in I thought he looked a little pale and unhappy.

“Hey Jake, how’s it hanging? Is everything OK?”

Jake stuttered nervously “W-well Sir, I was th-thinking maybe I better not go through with it after all”

“What? Jake, buddy, I thought we had a deal. Do you know how much trouble I went through to set this up for you?”

“Ah sorry about that sir, but ah, I was wondering what if I want to have kids someday”.

“Kids! C’mon Jake, you’re a smart guy, you know the last thing this planet needs is more kids. And you know how much college costs now. Imagine how expensive it will be to put kids through college 20 years from now”

“I don’t know sir, I’d still kind of like to have the option” Jake replied.

I kept pushing him. I wasn’t going to be giving up my commission for cutting off his balls so easily. “Well you could always adopt later on, if you really, really wanted kids. There are lots of unwanted kids in the world. You’d be doing them a favor? You know I’m right about that.”

“Well, I guess so sir, but I play football, I don’t want the other guys in the shower to know I had my balls cut off”.

“Hey Jake, no worries buddy, I’ll just insert some fake nuts into your sac once I cut your balls out”.

“Fake nuts?”

“Yup, artificial silicone testicles, they use them in hospitals all the time for guys who have cancer”.

“Oh, I never heard of them before.”

“Trust me Jake no one will ever know the difference. And your shower buddies shouldn’t be looking at your balls so closely now anyway, right?”

“Ah yes, I guess so sir”. “But won’t it hurt when you-ah, you know, ah cut my balls off?”

“Relax Jake; I’ve castrated over a dozen young guys just like you. If there’s anything I know how to do really well, it’s how to cut off a guy’s nads. I always do a nice clean professional job. Trust me, you won’t feel a thing”.

Jake was almost shaking when he asked his next question. “But, um, how exactly do you um, you know, cut them off?”

In as gentle and reassuring a voice as I could I replied “Well Jake, its’ a very simple procedure to remove your balls, first I give you a local anesthetic, then make a small incision down the centerline of your nut sac. Next I just fish out your nuts, clamp off the two cords and snip, snip. Cauterize the ends of the cords and neatly stitch up the incision. Voila, done. I’ll pop your nads out in a matter of minutes. I’ve had a lot of practice castrating guys, and with the fake nuts in there not even you will notice the difference.”

Jake still didn’t seem totally convinced. But I wasn’t ready to give up yet.

“And look at things another way Jake, you want to go to college right?”

“Yes of course sir”.

“Well I remember when I was your age. When I wasn’t chasing after girls I was whacking off thinking about them, all the time. It’s a miracle I ever got anything else done. You whack off don’t you Jake?”

Blushingly he replied “Ah yes, sir”.

“And I bet a young guy like you does it a hell of a lot, right?”

The kid turned even redder “Ah yes”.

“Well just think about how much time you waste everyday pulling on your dick, not to mention the laundry mess. Imagine how many other things you could get done if you weren’t thinking about pussy and jerking off all the time. College is going to be a lot of hard work, you will be able to concentrate full time on your studies while your college buddies are getting all frustrated chasing after girls and pumping their dicks. You don’t want to spend all that money on college fees and then not do well because you were too busy whacking off do you?”

“Well no sir, I guess you have a point.” He replied glumly.

“Sure I do, college is more important than your balls, Jake. How many jobs do think there are in this town for guys without a college education?”

“Ah not a lot I guess” Jake answered.

“You bet there’s not a lot. You don’t want to work at a MacDonald’s for the rest of your life, do you?”

“Of course not” He replied with a hurt look.

“Well then Jake, you have to use your brain and think of your future and stop thinking with your dick! You don’t want to give up a college career just so you can stroke your dick every morning do you?”

“Ah no, I guess you are right sir.” Jake replied with a sigh of resignation.

Just then I heard the buzzer ring out in the shop. Mr. Wilkinson had arrived.

“OK Jake that’s the client, you just relax while I go let him in. Trust me; I’ve fixed up lots of guys just like you with him before. You are going to love the money he has to offer.”

As soon as Mr. Wilkinson laid his eyes on Jake, I knew we had a deal. The look of lust in his eyes was unmistakable. I just hoped he didn’t freak Jake out by drooling over him to obviously.

Mr. Wilkinson extended his hand and said to the kid; “Well hello Jake, I am so glad to have the chance to make your acquaintance.”

“Ah ya, me to sir” replied Jake as he unenthusiastically shook hands with the effeminate old queen.

“Why don’t we all go back to the studio where we can chat more comfortably” I suggested.

“Yes splendid idea” replied Mr. Wilkinson.

“Would you like your usual white wine” as I offered to get Mr. Wilkinson a drink.

“Yes thank you Craig that would be lovely” said Mr. Wilkinson as he settled himself into my office chair.

“Jake you want a beer? I’m going to have one.”

“Ah ya sure, thanks” he replied.

I handed him the beer and told him to sit down on the couch and relax. Jake still seemed really, really uncomfortable. Shit I hope the kid didn’t back out now.

“Well Jake, why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself” Mr. Wilkinson said in a gentle, grandfatherly tone.

Nervously sipping his beer Jake replied; “Well sir, there’s not really much to tell, I’m 18 I’ll be finishing high school this year. Haven’t got a job and I really, really want to go to college next year.”

“Ah yes, college and the pursuit of knowledge, a very laudable goal.” Mr. Wilkinson replied. “And I understand that you are having financial difficulties?”

“Ah yes sir, right now I just have no hope in hell of going to college, my marks are OK, but I just can’t seem to raise the money.” Jake said.

“Well I would really hate to see a bright, intelligent young man such as you denied the chance to further improve yourself at college because of a simple matter of money.” Mr. Wilkinson said soothingly.

I couldn’t believe the bullshit Mr. Wilkinson was laying on the kid, but hey if it convinced Jake to have his nuts cut off then who was I to argue.

Mr. Wilkinson continued; “Well Jake, hopefully we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement this evening. I have put several young men through college before and I would certainly like to see you have the same opportunity as them.”

“Yes sir, so would I” replied Jake.

“And of course Jake, you do understand that the pursuit of knowledge is not an easy one and it is going to require a lot of sacrifice on your part?” Mr. Wilkinson said, gently coming around to the point.

“Yes sir, I understand.” replied Jake.

“Well Jake if you are serious about making the sacrifice required, I am quite serious about seeing that you get the college education you deserve.” Fishing around in his satchel; Mr. Wilkinson brought out a small notebook and pen. He scribbled something on the paper and showed it to Jake. “I trust this will be suitable compensation for your sacrifice?” he inquired.

Jake sure would make one lousy poker player I thought. As soon as he saw the figure Mr. Wilkinson had written his eyes went wide in amazement. “Holy shit, man, I mean sir, wow! Are you serious? Wow! That’s way more than I was expecting.” Jake exclaimed.

“Trust me young man, I am very serious, and I believe you are worth it, so I assume the amount is adequate?”

“Oh ya man, I mean sir, totally fucking awesome. Ah, sorry for swearing sir.” Jake said grinning ear to ear.

“Wonderful” Mr. Wilkinson replied. “I would of course like to inspect first hand what you have to offer.” Mr. Wilkinson said to Jake with a lustful gleam in his eyes.

Jake was still in shock over the amount of money and replied, “Huh?”

God this kid was dumb. I told him, “Stand up Jake, Mr. Wilkinson would like to see your testicles.”

“Oh ya, of course for sure, yes sir.” Jake nervously stood up and quickly chugged down the remains of his beer. I immediately opened another one for him.

Jake stood in front of the seated Mr. Wilkinson and clumsily fumbled with his belt and the button of his jeans. As he unzipped his loose jeans fell to the floor. I couldn’t believe it; he was wearing the same tattered boxers he had on the day before. Shoving the boxers down to his knees; the embarrassed 18 year old stood before the eager gaze of Mr. Wilkinson with his nuts dangling in the air.

Jake started to blush again and nervously studied the ceiling as Mr. Wilkinson silently leered at his exposed dick and balls. “Would you be so kind as to hold your penis up out of the way? That is wonderful, thank you Jake.”

Mr. Wilkinson moved his face to within an inch of Jake’s balls and studied them intently. He took a deep sniff of Jake’s ball sweat and breathed out with a loud sigh. “Ah there is nothing like the fresh scent of a young man’s testicles” he said to no one in particular.

Then he reached out and grabbed Jake’s balls with his right hand. Jake winced visibly as he felt Mr. Wilkinson’s sweaty, scaly skin against his sensitive scrotum. Mr. Wilkinson rolled Jake’s balls around between his fingers and thumb for about a minute. Then he suddenly clenched his fist really hard and gave the kid’s nads a good firm squeeze, enough to make Jake cringe in pain and jump back.

“Oh my apologies Jake, I hope I wasn’t too rough” he said insincerely.

“Ah no sir, that’s ah OK” said Jake, almost breathlessly.

Finally, and much to Jake’s relief Mr. Wilkinson released his grip on the boy’s nuts. As Jake quickly pulled up his underwear and jeans, Mr. Wilkinson said: “well Jake you have a very impressive set of testicles on you. In fact one of the finest sets of balls I have seen on a young man in a long time. I would be very pleased to purchase them from you.”

“Ah great sir, glad you ah like my nuts” replied Jake, somewhat unsure of what to say.

Turning to me, Mr. Wilkinson said: “I assume you have all the necessary paperwork prepared?”

“Oh yes sir, I have the forms all right here” as I pulled them out of a file folder.

“OK, Jake there are 3 forms you need to sign, one each for you and Mr. Wilkinson and one for me to keep on file, you OK with that?”

“Ah ya I guess so, this is all happening really fast” Jake replied, still somewhat hesitantly.

Mr. Wilkinson fished his check book out of his satchel as Jake slowly signed the three forms.

He asked Jake, “And how exactly do you spell your last name, McAlpine? Is that of Irish descent?”

“Ah, I really don’t know sir.”

“Ah well, no matter, as long as it is spelled correctly on the check.” Said Mr. Wilkinson as he made out the check.

My heart started to beat rapidly in anticipation as Jake finished signing the three forms. His balls were now technically the property of Mr. Wilkinson even though Jake still carried them between his legs. I could now legally castrate the 18 year old, high school football player. Picking up the three signed forms I gave one each to Jake and Mr. Wilkinson and put my copy away in my office filing cabinet.

Taking a sip of his white wine, Mr. Wilkinson sat back, and with a big grin, leered directly at Jake and said: “Well, now that the paperwork is out of the way there is just the matter of collecting the merchandise.”

I told him “Yes sir, I can have everything set up in a few minutes.”

“Wonderful Craig, you always were most efficient.”

Jake still seemed blissfully ignorant as he started to chug down his third beer. “Huh? Set up for what?”

I told him, “It’s time for you to hold up your end of the bargain Jake, you’ve signed the papers and you’ve got Mr. Wilkinson’s check, time to get your nads off!”

Jake suddenly snapped to attention. “What! Right here, n-n-now?!” He stuttered shocked.

“Of course Jake, what were you planning on doing? Mailing them in?”

“A-ah n-no, but I didn’t think it would happen this soon, you mean you are going to cut off my nuts tonight, right now?!”

“Yup, right now. No time like the present.” I cheerfully replied.

Jake started to sweat profusely and tremble slightly. “B-but I’m not ready, I thought I would have m-more time to prepare.”

“Prepare for what, Jake? You don’t have to do anything to prepare. You showed up with your nuts, that’s all you had to do. I’ll look after the rest.”

“B-b-but.” The kid was almost incoherent now.

“But what Jake? Too late to back out now. You want the money don’t you?”

“Ah yes, of course, but I’m n-not quite ready yet.” Jake stuttered.

I was starting to get impatient I was eager to carve his balls out of his scrotum, and collect my money, now. “C’mon Jake quit stalling, there’s nothing you need to do before I castrate you.”

“B-but, I thought I would have a bit more time.”

“Time for what, Jake?” I was starting to get angry.

“Well sorry sir, I’m n-not stalling, but it’s kind of embarrassing, b-but, I was in a rush this morning, and didn’t get a chance to, to um you know, to ah, beat off.” The kid said, as his face flushed completely red in embarrassment.

I really had to try hard to not burst out laughing in the kid’s face. The little punk hadn’t shot his load today and his morning spooge was still churning around in his nads. He wanted to drain his nuts one last time while they were still attached.

“Well, Jake, why didn’t you say so, that’s a completely reasonable request. Go ahead, knock yourself out buddy.”

“Ah, you mean right here in front of you guys??” Jake, replied shocked.

“Sure kid, it won’t bother me and I’m sure Mr. Wilkinson won’t mind.”

Grinning Mr. Wilkinson said; “Indeed it won’t Jake, I would feel terrible if I had your balls cut off before you had the chance to pleasure yourself one last time.”

Still Jake hesitated “Ah, I’ve never jacked off in front of another guy before”.

Impatiently I said, “Look kid, I can cut your nuts off if they’re full of jizz or empty. It makes no difference to me. We’ve wasted enough time. Now are you going to pump off or what? We haven’t got all night.”

Jake finally decided that his need to drain his morning load out of his balls was greater that his embarrassment at beating off in front of me and the leering Mr. Wilkinson. Jake undid his jeans and shoved them and his underwear down to his ankles as he sat back on the couch. Sighing with resignation he closed his eyes and started to pump on his still flaccid dick. Despite his embarrassment it still only took a few seconds for his dick to reach its’ full hard 7.5 erect inches.

Ah the joys of being 18 I thought. While I quietly prepared my surgical instruments; Mr. Wilkinson paid rapt attention to Jake whacking off on the couch.

Jake tightly closed his eyes as his fist gradually moved faster and faster. It only took a few minutes before I noticed the telltale tightening of his scrotum as his balls started to inch closer to his groin. Jake’s breathing increased as his face started to flush, he spread his legs as wide as he could and pulled his knees upwards. His right hand moved like a piston over his dick, the motion became a blur. His nuts got so tight and pulled up so close to his body they almost looked like they were going to pop back up inside of him. As Jake pounded away faster and faster on his dick, with his left hand he shoved his t-shirt upwards towards his neck. Jake started to sweat as his upper chest was flushed red. Suddenly grunting loudly and arching his back, Jake’s pent up spunk furiously shot out of his piss slit. His hot teen jizz landed in big sticky gobs all over his chest, with several thick streams of nut juice running back down towards his dick. He panted breathlessly for a few seconds as spooge continued to drip out of his purple swollen dickhead like thick white maple syrup, pooling in his dark pubic bush. Mr. Wilkinson was practically licking his lips at the site.

“There you go kid, bet that felt good?” I said tossing him a small towel.

After Jake had finished wiping up his spooge I said; “OK so are you ready to let me cut out your nuts now?

“Ah gee, sir, I’m really, really nervous about this” Jake said shaking. He looked like he was going to puke.

“Here I’ll give you something to help you relax. It will all be over before you know it.” I fished in my desk drawer and pulled out a few “relaxants” that my dealer had fixed me up with. Jake quickly washed down the two pills with a swig of beer. Mr. Wilkinson gave me a knowing look, in a few minutes the kid would be high as a kite.

I gently spoke to him; “OK, Jake take a deep breath and relax.” In a few minutes Jake stopped shaking and soon developed a big, shit-eating grin on his face. I knew the pills were having their desired effect.

“Shit man, those are some fucking awesome pills, wow.” he slurred.

“Well if you are a good boy and don’t give me a hard time when I cut off your balls, I will give you some to take home with you. Would you like that Jake?” I soothed.

“Oh ya man, that would be totally fucking awesome. Ah sorry for swearing sir.” Jake said, addressing Mr. Wilkinson.

I said to Jake, “OK, why don’t you take off your shoes, pants and underwear. You can leave on your socks and shirt if that would make you feel more comfortable.”

“Oh, ya man” He giggled to himself as he stepped out of his shoes and sitting back on the couch he tried to kick off his jeans and boxers which were still wrapped around his ankles.

“Wow man” he chuckled, “I can’t believe this is really happening. Can’t believe you are about to cut off my nuts in front of that old fag.”

I cringed when I heard him say that, I knew Mr. Wilkinson was not the type of person you wanted to piss off.

“Oh wow man this is so fucking wild, ah sorry sir, I didn’t mean what I just said about you being a fag and all.” Said Jake, still grinning.

“That’s OK Jake, as long as you are comfortable. Did you need a hand with those jeans?” said Mr. Wilkinson in a soothing tone.

“Ah ya I guess so sir.”

Mr. Wilkinson eagerly grabbed Jakes’ jeans and underwear and expertly pulled them over and off his feet. As he tossed Jake’s jeans and underwear in the corner, Mr. Wilkinson could not resist grabbing his balls. At this point Jake was too fucking high to really care. Mr. Wilkinson was going to make Jake pay for calling him a fag. He gave Jake’s nuts a real hard crushing squeeze, enough to make the kid double over in pain.

“Oh shit man, not so hard on my fucking balls” Jake slurred plaintively.

“Well that’s just it young man, they’re not your fucking balls anymore are they? They’re mine now, right? I just bought them.” Mr. Wilkinson said in a hard tone, with a big cruel grin on his face. “And another thing Jake, this old fag is going to really enjoy watching your 18 year-old balls get cut out of your sac.”

“Oh shit man” slurred Jake, “I said I was sorry”

“Enough talk I want these balls off now!” Said Mr. Wilkinson; giving Jakes testicles one last squeeze.

I decided to cut Jake’s balls off in the old barber chair. I had it fitted out with straps so I could restrain the guys I was castrating. Did not want them shifting around while I had a scalpel in their scrotums. Mr. Wilkinson helped me guide the woozy and staggering kid from the couch to the barber chair. Jakes bare ass squeaked on the vinyl seat as he flopped back into the chair. Mr. Wilkinson helped me to quickly restrain Jake. There were four upper straps to restrain his wrists and elbows to the arms of the chair. Another set of straps tied his ankles to the footrest and the last set up straps tied his knees wide apart.

Jake was still coherent enough to notice as we strapped him down. “Sh-shit man, what are ya tying me up for?”

“Relax Jake, it’s for your own safety, we don’t want you to get hurt by suddenly moving around.” I replied.

“Oh ya man, OK I guess” Jake slurred as he leaned his head back in the chair and started to stare at the ceiling with a dumb look on his face. I figured the drugs should keep him high for at least another half hour. That should be more than enough time to get his nuts off.

After we had Jake strapped into the chair, Mr. Wilkinson fished into his satchel again and pulled out a small Tupperware container and placed it on my desk. When Jake spotted it he slurred “Oh shit, man, is that for my balls? You’re going to store them in Tupperware?” he almost giggled to himself. He obviously found the idea of his balls going home in Mr. Wilkinson’s Tupperware amusing.

Mr. Wilkinson pulled his chair right up close so he could get a good look at Jakes’ castration as I prepared the needle with the anesthetic. Mr. Wilkinson knew to stay off to one side to give me room to work, but he had paid big money for Jake’s balls and wanted to see every intimate detail of me cutting off the kids’ nuts.

As I approached with the needle Jake suddenly glanced to the side and saw the scalpels and other sharp surgical instruments on the tray beside the barbers’ chair. He started to say “oh shit man, w-w-wait….” I cut him off by quickly shoving the needle deep and hard into his scrotum and pushed the plunger in all the way.

Jake suddenly shot bolt upright “Fuck man that hurt, what the fuck did you do that for?”

“Sorry Jake, the needle is the worst part, trust me it’s easier if you don’t know its’ coming”

“God damn, that hurt.” He complained with a pout.

“Just relax Jake, in a few minutes you won’t feel a thing.” As Jake lapsed back into semi-consciousness; I sat down and rolled my chair up between his out-stretched knees. Using some surgical tape I quickly taped his soft dick up and out of the way on his left thigh. His big sweaty nuts rested on the vinyl seat. I gave them a quick wipe down with alcohol.

After a few minutes I picked up the scalpel and moved it down to Jakes’ scrotum. Mr. Wilkinson put his face as close as he could. I gently poked the right side of Jake’s delicate ball sac with the pointed tip of the blade, not even hard enough to break the skin. Jake did not react at all. I gently poked the left side, again no reaction.

It was time, Jake McAlpine was about to lose his balls. I know Mr. Wilkinson enjoyed watching boys get castrated so I planned on giving him his money’s worth. I was going to cut Jake’s testicles out nice and slow.

With a deep breath I forcefully pushed the blade about a quarter inch deep into the middle of Jake’s fat scrotum. No turning back now! The blade penetrated just to the right of the centerline and into the void between his two testicles. This was the most delicate part of the castration. The trick was to slice open the boys’ ball sac without nicking or scraping the testicles within. Mr. Wilkinson did not like damaged merchandise. Slowly tugging the blade downwards through the skin, I opened up an inch long cut in Jakes ball sac. As I lengthened the incision I could see the side of his left nut peeking out. I could feel Mr. Wilkinson breathing heavily over my shoulder.

Putting down the scalpel I shoved my index finger deep into Jake’s warm slimy scrotum, right between his two nuts. I could feel the pressure of his firm testicles resting on either side of my finger, almost as if they were trying to resist the intrusion. Shoving my finger in deeper I was able to work it in behind his big right ball and then finally up and curled it around his right spermatic cord. Pulling my finger outwards I extracted about an inch of cord and then tugging gently his right ball suddenly popped out of the cut. As I laid it gently on the now deflated right side of Jake’s scrotum Mr. Wilkinson whispered something in my ear. I thought it was a rather strange request, one that he had certainly never made before, but with the money he was paying me I was certainly not going to argue.

Shoving my finger back into Jake’s now roomy ball sac it was much easier to hook my finger under and around his left sperm cord. A few gentle tugs and Jake’s left testicle was resting beside the right one on his now flat and empty scrotum. Picking up two surgical clamps, I clamped off Jakes spermatic chords as high up and away from the testicles as I could. The tight clamps easily crushed the sperm tubes and arteries. Jakes testicles were as good as gone now.

Once the clamps were firmly in place I said to Mr. Wilkinson: “OK sir, they’re all yours now.” Gleefully fishing into his satchel; Mr. Wilkinson pulled out a small silver handled pair of scissors. At his request I grabbed Jakes’ big right testicle and pulled it up and outwards about an inch from his body. This pulled his clamped nut cord taut. “Try to cut halfway between the clamp and testicle I advised him” Gingerly placing the small scissors around Jake’s cord, Mr. Wilkinson slowly depressed the handles. Jake’s ball cord seemed to be a little tougher than he had anticipated and he had to apply more pressure before the scissor blades cut their way through Jake’s right spermatic cord. I passed the severed testicle to Mr. Wilkinson who held it up to his face for a few seconds before dropping it into the Tupperware. One down; one to go. Knowing what to expect with Jakes left ball Mr. Wilkinson firmly cut through the cord the second time and the kids’ last testicle was severed. Jake McAlpine was castrated!! Wow! The thrill just never left me. Mr. Wilkinson beamed ear to ear as he dropped Jakes’ left nut in the Tupperware and sealed the container.

I quickly cauterized the two cords and removed the clamps. True to my word I inserted two silicone testicles into Jake’s ball sac and expertly stitched up the incision. Since the cut was right beside the centerline the scar would be virtually unnoticeable. Only the three of us would ever know that Jake was now a eunuch.

“Well thank you Craig, your usual excellent, professional job.” Mr. Wilkinson said; as he placed a cash-stuffed envelope on my desk. “I trust you will see that the young man gets home safely?”

“Of course sir, as soon as he comes around I will put him in a cab.”

“Well I look forward to doing business with you again.” And with that Mr. Wilkinson took his leave.

I often wondered what that old pervert did with the balls I sold him. With Jake’s nuts that would make a total of 6 guys balls, 12 testicles in total. What the heck do you do with 12 severed testicles? I never asked and Mr. Wilkinson never volunteered the information.

Much later that evening Mr. Wilkinson was in his kitchen, slowly browning some chopped garlic in olive oil. The garlic sizzled gently in the frying pan as Mr. Wilkinson took the Tupperware with Jakes nuts out of the refrigerator. The old creep contemplated the boys’ dead gray testicles as they lay in the bottom of cold plastic container, each had about a half inch of cord still attached. Turning the container upside down Jakes’ balls tumbled out onto the wooden cutting board. Picking up a large kitchen knife he slowly chopped up the two big 18-year old balls. The oil sizzled loudly and a puff of smoke rose up as he dropped the young man’s nut meat into the frying pan. He would dine well tonight.

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