"Okay," Erik said, trying to be helpful. "I did Joey first. I had him shave, and then I made an incision in his scrotum along..." I started.

"No, no, no," Officer Rogers shook his head. "I mean, when did you get this in your head? What started it?"

"Oh, okay," Erik leaned back. "Well..."

Erik, Joey, Rory, and Tom were sitting around the couch, watching TV and sweating. All of them were stripped down to their underwear, hot as hell and bored out of their minds.

"Augh, I'm sick of this fuckin' heat!" Joey cried, frustrated. "I'm about to fuckin' pop!" He spread his legs for a moment, revealing his boner through his briefs. "I'm horny as hell here."

"Dude, go take a cold shower or something," Tom replied, sick of listening to Joey bitch. He shifted around in his chair to cover his own halfie...Joey wasn't the only one who kept getting horny in this heat.

"Now, your relationship is..." Rogers started.

"Roommates," Erik answered. "Well, Tom and Joey are cousins,"

"Okaaay..." Rogers scribbled away on the report form.

Erik continued. "So there we were, all horny as hell and all, and Joey says..."

"Fuck cold showers, man, I've been doin' that for a month already," Joey whined. "I'm about cut my fuckin' balls off!"

"Probably do you good," Tom smirked.

"Hey, you should get Erik to do it," Rory chimed in. "He's gotta do those pigs all day."

"Pigs?" Rogers asked.

"I'm in veterinary school, and we're doing pig neutering in class," Erik explained. "Anyway, I played along, and I got out my pig castrator."

"That's what this is?" Rogers picked up an intimidating tool from behind the desk. At one end it looked sort of like an ice cream scoop, with a metal bowl, but it had a top on it and a wicked looking blade.

"Oh, there it is," Erik said. "Yeah, see, you hold it up under so the testicles are in the cup there, the lock it down..."

Rogers interrupted, "And this blade cuts 'em off?" he pointed to a multi-pronged, nasty looking shiny metal blade.

"No, this one does," Erik showed him the smaller castrating blade. "That sews the scrotum back together again instantly. It's very hygenic, means less chance of infection or complications."

"Huh..." Rogers put the tool back down carefully. "Okay. Continue, please."

"Well, so I pulled it out of the closet, and we all laughed about it for a bit, joking about how scary it looked and all that, and then Joey asked how it worked..."

"So how's that thing work, anyway?" Joey asked, rubbing his crotch.

"Well..." Erik said, "it's kind of hard to explain..."

"Here," Joey hopped up and dropped his shorts, his boner flopping out and balls hanging low.

"Actually that made it easier, because usually you have to massage them down," Erik mentioned.

"Okay...didn't need to hear that," Rogers muttered.

"Oh, sorry. Anyway, so he dropped his pants, and said..."

"Here, just show it on me." Joey flopped his nuts into the bowl of the tool.

Erik was taken aback for a moment, his face only inches from Joey's wet and dripping cock...

"Details I don't need," Rogers broke in.

"Huh?" Erik answered, confused. He'd asked for the story, after all.

Kids, Rogers through. "Okay, so you were just showing them how it worked, right? Let's just skip ahead to where it happens."

"Okay," Erik said. "So I showed Joey how you lock the pig in and all, right up to where you push the button..."

"Dude, punch it!" Tom cried, laughing.

Joey didn't really hear them. He just stared down at his cock, lying on top of the tool currently trapping his balls. Erik's finger was on the button, pointing to it...just one push and poof, there go his nuts...no more boners...

"Yeah, Joey, go nutless!" Rory chimed in, sitting up quickly. The cushions on the couch shifted, and Erik got pushed forward. Before he knew it, his finger hit the button, and thwip!

"Ow!" Joey cried, shaken from his trance. "The he...oh, shit." He pulled away from Erik, realizing what had happened.

"So it was an accident?" Rogers asked.

"I guess so, sort of," Erik said. "I mean, Joey said later he was really thinking about pushing the button himself."

"So how did it happen with the others?"

"Well, we'd all realized what happened, Rory told him he'd better jerk his cock off fast 'cuz he probly wasn't gonna get many more boners, so Joey just went at it right there, and then that got all of us all horny..." Erik rambled.

Rogers' own cock was hard in his uniform pants. Jesus, this could almost be writing porn or something, he thought. Got me hard as a rock.

"So we were all jerkin' off there together, and I'd put the tool down, right? Well, I get off, and when I'm done I headed to the kitchen to get some tissues or something. I come back and Rory's got his balls in it, saying...

"Dude, I'm so gonna do it!" Rory moaned, rubbing his cock. "Push the button, man!"

Joey had his hands on the tool, and was laughing at the whole scene. "You sure?"

"Fuck this, I'm sick of bein'...ungh...horny," Rory grunted, on the verge of orgasm. "I'm about to cum, dude...hit it!"

Just as the first spurt hit Joey in the face, he hit the button. "Ahhahhh..." Rory seized u for a second, the sting hitting him while he was still cumming. "Shit!" he cried, panting once it was over.

Erik tossed him and Joey some paper towels. They cleaned themselves off, and Erik pulled Rory's nuts out, tossing them next to Joey's on the table. "Well," he said to Tom, "You wanna go too?"

"So...Rory..." Rogers checked his notes for the names, "got his cut off by...Joey...and then you did Tom...?" Rogers was hard as a rock, and stroking himself through his pants. God, he wanted to get off right now.

"Yeah," Erik anwered. "And then I figured, you know, what the hell, and dipped my balls in it, too."

When they'd picked this kid up, Rogers was thinking he'd have to be some psychopath or something. No way he'd talked all those guys into getting their balls cut off, right? But now, after hearing the story...man it was hot...

"Well, son, I think we know what we need to. Sounds like everything was done voluntarily and all," Rogers finished scribbling on the report form.

"Yeah, exactly," Erik nodded. "That's what I was trying to say."

"Now, there's just one thing I'm unclear on," Rogers said, standing up. He handed the castration tool to Erik. "I'm not quite sure I get how this works."

"Oh, it's easy, see," Erik answered. "You just put the testicles in here," he pointed to the bowl, "and then lock it in..."

"You know, I'm not quite seeing it," Rogers smiled, unbuckling his pants. "How about you just show me?"