As I stood at the edge of the football field watching the young college players practice, I couldn’t help but wonder which one I would be castrating. For now they were 12 strong, energetic young athletes, aged 18-20 running about on the field. I watched them as they tossed the football around, ran and tackled each other in the muddy field. I couldn’t help but admire their lithe, muscular bodies. I loved the way the football uniforms fit tightly around their firm sinewy thighs and round butts. The athletic cups they wore gave the impression that they all had big bulging baskets between their legs. As I watched them run, with their strong legs in motion; I thought of the testicles each young football player carried between his thighs. Each young stud had a set of dangling, spunk-filled nuts, sliding up and down in his sweaty jockstrap as he ran. 12 college football players; meant 12 healthy sets of balls; 24 testicles in all. Pretty soon the team would only have 22 testicles between them.

As the college physician it is one of my duties to perform all the castrations on campus, when the need arose, so I was not surprised when the football coach had called me earlier in the day and said he needed to see me. He just said that he was cutting one of his players from the football team and that as the student only had mediocre grades; that wasn’t all that was going to be cut.

I saw the coach at the far end of the field, hollering instructions to the boisterous young men. Finally the coach noticed me and casually sauntered over. We briskly shook hands as the coach said: “Hi doc, thanks for coming out on such short notice.”

“No Problem” I replied. “It comes with the territory. So which one is he?”

“Trevor McGinley, number 26, playing centerfield.” The coach pointed him out to me.

At this distance I really couldn’t tell much about Trevor’s looks. With their helmets on and football uniforms all the players pretty much looked the same. As I watched Trevor run quickly about the field, I did notice his large, muscular frame. I figured him to be around six feet tall and maybe 200 pounds. This was about average for a college football player. Of course once I had cut off Trevor’s balls he would soon start to loose his muscular build and his interest in football.

“Have you told him yet?” I asked the coach

“No” he replied “I didn’t want to ruin his day before I had to and I thought it might be easier with you here, in case he had any questions about the uh, you know, the procedure.”

“Yes I understand completely” I answered.

The coach could never actually bring himself to say the word “castration”. And I could certainly see his point. It would be bad enough for Trevor getting cut from the football team but being castrated on top of that would certainly ruin anyone’s day, especially for a 19-year old college kid.

As the practice finished up the coach hollered out, “OK guys, good work out, now hit the showers. McGinley! Get over here!

As the rest of the team ran off the field to the locker room; Trevor McGinley trotted towards us with his helmet under his arm. He had the confident swagger of a healthy young man in his prime. I couldn’t help but glance between his legs and noticed how his athletic cup shifted slightly from side to side as he came towards us. I imagined how Trevor would probably strut about the locker room, naked and dripping after his shower, with his balls swaying proudly between his thighs. As he got closer I could finally get a good look at his face. I had to admit Trevor was a pretty damn good looking kid. His short, disheveled dark brown hair was soaked in sweat and clung to his head. It was just about ear length. His bright brown eyes stared intently at me and the coach as he ran up to us panting. He had a wide face, strong cheekbones, and a somewhat flat nose. The beginnings of a thin, neatly trimmed beard followed his firm jaw line, and a sparse moustache darkened the skin above his lip. The overall effect was quite pleasing.

“Hey coach what’s up?” asked Trevor as he stood before us, slightly out of breath.

“The doctor and me need to see you in my office after you shower.”

“Ah OK sure, coach, is everything alright?” Trevor replied somewhat surprised. I could see a hint of apprehension starting to cross his face as he glanced from me to the coach.

Without putting him at ease the coach curtly replied; “We’ll discuss that when you get to my office.”

Sometimes the college will make an exception for a student with strong athletic skills. But as the coach explained to me, Trevor was really just an average football player, a nice enough kid but nothing special about him. And the results of his midterm academic exams had been disappointing, so rules were rules. Trevor would soon be faced with a stark choice. Drop out of college or be castrated.

This had all started 6 or 7 years ago. That year two freshmen had the misfortune to lose their balls due to testicular cancer. One of their professors noticed that after the two young men had been castrated, their academic performances greatly improved. They went from being mediocre students to top of their class in one school year.

The professor was curious enough to see if there was a correlation between their marks and them losing their balls. After about a year of study (and lord knows where he got his stats from) he concluded that not only did college students that had been castrated improve academically, they outperformed their college peers that still had balls. The theory went that guys without balls would not be distracted by sex and would concentrate more on there college courses.

All of this would have been just a very odd academic study, but state funding for colleges is tied to their overall academic performance. The higher their average grades were; the more funding the college would receive from the state. This was all part of the states’ “Academic Excellence” program. It was no secret that girls had been academically outperforming boys for years. So the grades of the female student population were not a cause for concern to the college administration. However it only took a surprisingly small number of underperforming male students to drag down the averages for the whole college, and thus put their state funding at risk.

This was enough to convince the college administration to impose a “castration policy” on a trial basis. After first term exams; underperforming male students would be given a warning. If their marks did not improve at mid term exams they would be given the choice of dropping out or being castrated. Of course the college could not forcibly castrate a student. But it could forcibly expel them, so given the choice most guys just quietly dropped out. However there were still a surprising number of college boys who decided that a college education was more important to them than their testicles. I usually ended up castrating about a dozen students each year, though this would be the first time I had castrated a member of the football team. As the state had no laws specifically outlawing castrations and as long as the castrations could be considered “voluntary” the state government turned a blind eye to the situation. Over the years several more colleges copied the program. It could be argued that it was the threat of castration, and not actually losing their balls that forced male students to improve their grades. But as they say; you can’t argue with success. During the past three years colleges with castration policies consistently outperformed the colleges that didn’t.

So I suspect Trevor McGinley at least had a vague idea why the coach and the campus doctor wanted to see him.

As we waited in the coach’s office for Trevor to arrive, the coach and I had a heated discussion about the colleges’ castration policy.

“Well I can see the colleges’ point of view, but I still think it’s a damn shame to have to cut the balls off a perfectly healthy young kid like Trevor” said the coach.

“Yes” I replied, “But in the long run we are probably doing him a favour”.

“What do you mean?” asked the coach.

“Well I remember when I was Trevor’s age. When I wasn’t beating off, I was thinking about beating off. If I missed my morning wank; I’d have a serious case of blue balls all day long. It’s a miracle I graduated at all.”

“Yes you have a point there doc, I was pretty much the same way.” Chuckled the coach. “But don’t you think cutting off the kids’ nuts is kind of extreme?” asked the coach.

“Well it might not come to that just yet. This might just convince Trevor to quietly drop out of school and do something else with his life. Let’s face it, not everyone is cut out for college, this is just a way to separate the wheat from the chaff and help maintain the college’s academic excellence. And if Trevor does decide to let me cut off his balls, stats have shown that male students have drastically improved grades once they have been castrated. So in the long run, both Trevor and the college are winners. And besides a college education is a privilege, not a right. I believe the castration policy has helped keep mediocre students from attending college in the first place.”

Just then there was a firm knock on the office door. Trevor McGinley had arrived!

The coach opened the door and Trevor briskly walked in, with his hair still wet from the shower. He had that just scrubbed look and I could faintly smell the soap and shampoo he had just used. I finally got a good look at the young man without his football uniform on. Trevor was wearing a tight brown t-shirt that really showed off his compact muscular torso and strong arms. After quickly shaking hands with me and the coach; Trevor nonchalantly sat down in a chair facing us. He put his left arm over the back of the chair and unconsciously sat with his legs spread quite wide, the way most guys do. He had on a tight pair of Levi’s 501’s and I couldn’t help but notice the large curvaceous bulge between his legs. Yes I thought; it would be a shame to have to remove that bulge, but rules were rules.

The coach addressed Trevor in as friendly a manner as he could:

“Thanks for stopping by Trevor, the college administration has asked me to speak to you on their behalf.”

“Ah ya coach, what about?” replied Trevor somewhat naively.

“Well Trevor it seems that the results of your mid-term exams have been somewhat disappointing. In fact, they were more than disappointing.”

“Ah ya coach, I know I didn’t do as I well as I could have, but I’m sure I’ll be able to get my marks up next term.”

“Well Trevor, I’m afraid it’s not going to be that simple, I assume someone from the guidance department spoke to you after your first term exams.” replied the coach

“Ah ya coach, they said something about serious consequences if I didn’t improve by midterms”.

“Well Trevor, it is my duty to discuss those consequences with you now” said the coach. The coach was starting to seem uncomfortable as he continued. “You see Trevor, and I’m sorry son, but you did receive a warning after first term and I’m afraid the college is not going to let you continue your education here.”

Trevor finally realized the seriousness of his situation and he sat up straight in the chair.

“No shit coach, come on, my marks weren’t that bad were they?”

“I’m sorry Trevor, but they were” replied the coach in a sympathetic tone.

“Shit, my old man is going to kill me if I get kicked out of college” replied Trevor. He was getting very upset now.

“Well I’m sorry son, but you know the rules, it’s very important that the college maintain its’ academic excellence”

“Shit, Shit, Shit” said Trevor, “This is going to be really hard on my folks”

“Well there is another solution” said the coach nervously “I’m sure you are aware of the colleges’ ah, um, alternative policy?”

Trevor looked a little confused and the coach obviously wasn’t going to say it out load so I quickly spoke up.

“Trevor I’m sure you have heard of the colleges’, castration policy.” I said

“Oh shit, ya” replied Trevor “but I didn’t think it was real!!!”

“Trust me son, it is very real” I replied in my kindly doctors tone.

“Holy Fuck doc, you mean you’re going to cut my nuts off!!!” said a very alarmed Trevor as he instinctively pulled his legs together.

“Now just relax son, no one is going to cut your balls off unless you want us to” I reassured him.

“What do you mean doc” asked Trevor

In as gentle a tone as I could I answered him; “Well Trevor castration is strictly voluntary. You may continue your education here but college policy demands that I remove your balls before you will be allowed to continue.”

“And if I want to keep my nuts?” asked Trevor

“Then the college will expel you” I replied firmly

“Holy shit, doc, you’re leaving me with one hell of a choice here. My old man will kill me if I get kicked out, but there’s no fucking way I’m going to let you cut my nuts off.”

I gently tried to persuade him that castration would be for the best. “Now, Trevor please just calm down and hear me out. Castration is not nearly as bad as it sounds. I have castrated dozens of young guys just like you and they have all adapted pretty quickly. Of course you won’t be able to have children, but all the guys I’ve castrated have gone on to successfully complete college and get good jobs after graduation. You will be able to concentrate full time on your studies without your testicles distracting you all the time.”

Trevor was still not convinced. “I don’t know doc, even if I don’t want kids I sure enjoy fucking girls and beating off.”

“Well of course you do Trevor, so did I at your age. But you have to decide what is more important to you, shooting your load or getting an education? Now which is it going to be?”

“But how can I tell my parents?” Trevor lamented

“Well son, you are of legal age, you don’t have to tell anyone you don’t want to. And the college has a strict confidentiality policy. No one outside of this room has to know your balls have been cut off.” I reassured him.

Seeing Trevor’s hesitation the coach finally spoke up. “Well Trevor why don’t you take a day or two to think it over? He doesn’t have to decide right this minute does he doc?”

“Well no” I replied. “The college will need his answer by the end of the week, so if you could let me know by Friday that should be OK. Does that sound reasonable to you Trevor?”

He sullenly replied; “Ya I guess so doc, I will let you know by Friday.”

As the crestfallen young man got up to leave I handed him my business card and told him to call me if he had any questions in the meantime.

After Trevor had left the coach said; “Damn, I hate having to tell that to a kid. There’s probably nothing worse you could say to a guy than that you are going to cut his nuts off.”

I nodded in agreement as I silently thought about the impressive bulge I had seen in the front of Trevor’s jeans. I couldn’t help but imagine how empty those jeans would look once I had castrated him. I hated to admit it to myself, and it was certainly unprofessional as a doctor, but I always got a thrill every time I castrated a student. It is a total power trip to hold a guys balls in my left hand and a scalpel in my right. Knowing that when I am finished with them, they will be something less than a man, they will never fuck again, they will never become fathers, and there will be an empty space between their legs.

I knew it was wrong to enjoy Trevor’s misfortune, but I was actually looking forward to castrating the hot college football player.

A few days later I was sitting at my desk when my phone rang.

“Doctor Mikaelson here” I answered

A nervous voice on the other end said “Ah hi doc, it’s Trevor, Trevor McGinley, we spoke a few days ago”

“Ah yes Trevor, what can I do for you?”

“Well doc, I thought a lot about what you and the coach said and I really, really need to finish my college degree; so I um, guess I am going to have the um, you know the procedure…” The young mans’ voice slowly trailed off.

“Well, very good Trevor.” I replied.

I gently reassured him that he was making the right choice and that in time he would come to see that. I also thanked him on behalf of the college for doing his part to help maintain the colleges’ high degree of academic excellence.

I scheduled his castration for 9 am the next Saturday morning. I usually did castrations on the weekends. The college was relatively quiet then and there was little chance of Trevor running into anyone he knew on the way to have his balls cut off. The coach agreed to come along and make sure Trevor got back to his dorm room OK, after I had castrated him.

I used to perform all the castrations on an old gynecological exam table. I would have the student lie back and put his feet in the stirrups; next I would just slide my stool up in between his legs and get to work. Now however, I castrate all the young men in a large recliner chair in my clinic. I find this is much more comfortable and less degrading for them. I recline the chair about halfway so the student can lean back and relax. I even let them keep their headphones if they wish. I place an additional small pillow under their butts to raise their hips and pelvis. This forces their testicles upwards and makes their balls easier to get at. I slide my stool up to one side and start their emasculation.

Saturday rolled around quickly and the coach and Trevor arrived at my office promptly at 5 minutes to nine. I thought Trevor looked a little pale and the coach also seemed to be uncomfortable.

“Hello Trevor, how are you doing” I said in as soothing a tone as I could. I nodded my greetings to the coach.

“Ah OK I guess doc.” Trevor replied uncertainly.

“Great, well let’s get started then shall we? Coach if you would like to make yourself comfortable in the waiting room, Trevor should be ready to leave in about 45 minutes or so.” I said

“Oh ah, OK I guess doc, if you want me to wait here” the coach replied somewhat hesitantly.

I thought to myself that the coach seemed really reluctant to wait outside while I was castrating Trevor. I got the impression he really wanted to watch as I de-balled the young football player.

As I ushered Trevor into my surgery he seemed really uncomfortable and fidgety. I thought I could smell a trace of alcohol on his breath. Oh well, I couldn’t really blame the kid, I was about to cut off his balls after all.

After I closed the door behind us; I addressed Trevor in my kindly doctor’s voice.

“Well Trevor before we get started, did you have any questions at all about the procedure.”

“Ah I don’t know doc, I am pretty nervous about this whole thing you know” he replied with a slight quaver in his voice.

“Of course Trevor, that is perfectly understandable. Trust me it is really a very simple procedure” I soothingly replied

“So doc, ah how exactly do you go about doing it, you know, ah how exactly are you going to um, cut my nuts off? It’s not going to hurt is it?”

“No Trevor, it is not going to hurt, I will perform the whole procedure under a local anesthetic and it will be over before you know it. I can give you a complete step by step description if you want.”

“Ah no, doc I don’t think I really want to know, are you sure it’s not going to hurt?”

“Trust me Trevor, I have castrated dozens of young men just like you, I am a professional surgeon and am very good at what I do, I will have your testicles off in no time. So if you have no further questions shall we proceed?”

With a big sigh of resignation Trevor replied: “Yes, I guess I’m ready doc, so ah, what do I need to do?”

“Well Trevor, I need you naked from the waist down, so please remove your jeans and underwear; you can leave your shirt on if you wish.”

“Ah yes sure, OK doc.”

And with that Trevor, modestly turned his back to me as he proceeded to kick off his shoes and undo the buttons of his jeans. I never understood why a lot of guys suddenly get all shy and modest when undressing in front of a doctor. It’s not like I never saw a guy’s dick and balls before. And I’d seen enough naked guys to know that other than a few minor size and shape variations, they were all pretty much the same between the legs.

Trevor undid the button of his jeans and then bent over to slide them off his legs. He had on a pair of tight black boxer briefs that clung to his muscular thighs and ass. After folding his jeans and placing them on a chair in the corner he hauled down his underwear and slipped them off. As he bent over again; I had a good view of his firm bubble butt and thick legs. I finally got my first glimpse of his ball sac as it hung down between his legs. His scrotum looked plump and rounded, filled out by the testicles within. His nut sac had that slightly pinkish skin tone that you see on teenage males. I couldn’t help but think that in a few minutes his scrotum would be nothing but a flat, empty flap of skin.

I got a bit of a surprise when Trevor turned around to face me. He had completely shaved off all of his pubic hairs. I had heard of athletes doing this before but it was the first time I had actually seen it. The skin above his dick was slightly red and coarse from the shaving and there did not seem to be any hair at all on his balls. Personally I thought it looked kind of ridiculous and in my opinion made Trevor look a lot less masculine. But who was I to say, and it seemed silly now to worry about how masculine he looked just before I cut off his testicles. Anyway it would certainly make the job of castrating him much easier.

I sat in my chair and said, “OK Trevor if you could please stand in front of me for a moment I need to examine your balls.” He nervously stared at the ceiling as he complied with my request.

I have seen many naked young men in my time but I had to admit, Trevor had a pretty impressive set of junk between his legs. His circumcised dick was thick and seemed to be about 4 inches long in its’ flaccid state. His fat, hairless nuts were pulled up really tight, close to his groin and his dick was pushed outwards as it rested on top of his balls.

“Trevor, could you please hold your penis up out of the way for a moment? Thanks”

I gently grasped his tight ball sac with my right hand and got my first feel of his impressive baby makers. They were probably about the size of large walnuts and were warm to the touch. They felt very firm and seemed to be full to bursting with spunk. I moved my fingers slowly up towards the top of his balls as I searched for his connecting spermatic cords. But his balls were way too tight and pulled up too close to his groin for me to reach his cords. As I manipulated his balls Trevor’s dick suddenly started to twitch and in a few seconds it enlarged into a throbbing 8 inch erection. His dickhead flared into an angry purple color, almost as if it was rising up in protest at my manhandling of his nuts.

“Oh, shit, shit, shit, sorry doc, damn my dick sometimes has a mind of its own” said Trevor as his face flushed red in embarrassment.

“Don’t worry about it son, it’s a perfectly natural reaction. It just proves that you are a healthy young man”. I reassured him.

Even after I let go of his balls, his dick showed no signs of softening so I said to Trevor.

“Well son, would you like to masturbate?

“What huh doc?” said a still blushing Trevor

“Masturbate Trevor, why don’t you step into the washroom and masturbate.”

I’m sure Trevor’s face could not possibly get any redder as he answered.

“Oh shit, ah yes sure doc, if that’s OK with you, you sure you don’t mind?”

“No problem son, it will help you relax.”

“Ah thanks doc, I guess I better then.”

As Trevor walked quickly towards the adjoining washroom his jutting erection swayed back and forth in front of him like a divining rod.

I wanted Trevor to masturbate for two reasons, first of all it would help him calm down and secondly I was hoping it would help loosen up his ball sac. There was no way I could castrate him with his nuts that tight. His spermatic cords were buried deep within his groin, making it almost impossible to sever them.

Usually when I castrate a young man I like to make two small incisions in the loose skin just above each one of his testicles. But with Trevor’s tight balls there was no slack at all. His scrotum was tight around his balls, almost like shrink wrap. I have learned from experience that guys with loose ball sacs are much easier to castrate. I could still slice open Trevor’s scrotum but it would be much more difficult. When a scrotum is too tight it is almost impossible to cut into the skin of the sac without the point of the blade hitting the testicles underneath. Of course damage to the testicles doesn’t matter as they will soon be gone; but it makes for a very jagged, uneven incision if the scalpel is digging into the balls as I am slicing open the young man’s scrotum. Call it a matter of professional standards but I always take pride in my work. I like a nice, straight clean incision that is easier to stitch up and leaves a smaller scar.

While I was waiting for Trevor to return from the washroom I took the opportunity to double check my surgical instruments. I kept them on a tray underneath a sterile green cloth. A couple of years ago a student had gone running out of my office when he saw the blades that I would soon be using on his balls. Since then I have always made sure to keep the instruments covered until the last moment.

There were 3 sharp scalpels, two small pairs of surgical scissors, a small pair of tweezers for digging out Trevor’s spermatic cords, some surgical needles and sutures, two small clamps, a medical grade battery operated cautery pen (which is essentially a pen-like tool with a heated tip), some surgical glue and finally a stainless steel bowl for the young man’s severed testicles. I turned on the cautery pen to make sure it would be hot enough to cauterize Trevor’s severed cords when the time came.

After about 5 minutes Trevor came out of the washroom with a somewhat sheepish grin on his face. His penis was no longer hard but was still not quite flaccid.

“OK Trevor, are you ready?

“I guess I’m as ready as I’m ever going to be doc.”

“Please sit down on the lounge chair and relax, you can listen to your headphones if you would like.”

“Gee thanks doc” said Trevor, pleasantly surprised.

“Would you like some mild tranquilizers, they will help you relax son.”

“Thanks again doc, if you weren’t about to cut off my balls I might actually start to enjoy this.” He said somewhat ruefully.

As Trevor swallowed the two small tranquilizers I had given him; I noticed that his ball sac was still tighter than I would like it to be. While I was waiting for the tranquilizers to take effect I went into the washroom and ran a small towel under the hot water for a few minutes. I couldn’t help but notice the spunk coated pile of toilet paper Trevor had left in the waste basket. Well I hope the kid enjoyed himself. In a few minutes he would never be able to beat off again.

While the tranquilizers were taking effect and Trevor was starting to get a pleasant buzz; I wrapped the hot moist towel around his nuts. The hot towel soon had the desired effect and Trevor’s balls slowly sagged downwards away from his groin. I was pleasantly surprised, Trevor’s nuts turned out to be quite the low-hangers once they relaxed.

I wheeled my chair up beside Trevor on his left side; as the young football player started to slowly doze off.

“OK Trevor I am just going to insert a local anesthetic into your testicles now. You may feel a small sting.” Trevor winced slightly as I inserted the hypodermic needle into his left nut. He did not wince when I did his right nut.

After a few minutes I grasped his balls in my right hand and gave them a firm hard squeeze. “Did you feel that Trevor?”

“Ah no, not really doc.” Replied Trevor sleepily

Trevor now had his eyes closed and was blissfully listening to his music. It was time to proceed. I taped his now completely soft penis to his abdomen to keep it up and out of the way. Then I liberally rubbed down the young man’s balls and groin with alcohol.

Leaning over his left thigh; I felt up his balls one last time to make sure I could feel his spermatic cords. They seemed like thin delicate strings leading from his nuts up into his groin. I removed the green cloth from the instruments and picked up one of the sharp scalpels. Cradling Trevor’s testicles in my left hand I held the scalpel over his balls in my right hand. I always got a sudden thrill out of this moment. The anticipation as the scalpel was poised and ready to plunge into the young man’s testicles.

Taking a deep breath, I shoved the sharp point of the blade into Trevor’s scrotum just above his left testicle. Trevor’s body shuddered involuntary as the scalpel easily broke the skin and penetrated into his nut sac. I gently forced the blade downwards until I had opened up a thin, 3 quarter inch long gash in the left side of his scrotum. I could just see the top of his left nut peeking out through the incision. With my left thumb and forefinger I pinched the loose skin at the bottom of his scrotum. This pulled the skin taught as I used my right thumb and forefinger to squeeze the bottom of his left nut and force it out through the incision. It only took a small amount of pressure before Trevor’s slimy grayish testicle popped out of his scrotum. I rested the warm twitching nut on top of his now half deflated ball sac and used the tweezers to grasp the partially exposed spermatic cords. Pulling gently upwards on the spermatic cords I was soon able to extract about an inch and a half of cord. I saw Trevor wince again as he felt a slight tugging deep within his groin. Moving quickly I clamped off the exposed cord about an inch above the young mans’ exposed testicle. I waited a few moments for the clamp to have its’ effect. Even if I took no further action now; Trevor’s left testicle would be dead in a few minutes as the clamp choked off its’ blood supply and permanently crushed the vas deferens, which carried the sperm from his ball into his penis. When I felt the testicle starting to cool; I picked up the small surgical scissors. We had now reached the point of no return. Using the scissors I easily snipped through Trevor’s left spermatic cords and placed his separated testicle in the stainless steel bowl. Using the now hot cautery pen I quickly sealed the severed ends of the spermatic cords. After waiting a few moments to ensure that the seals were holding and nothing was bleeding; I removed the clamp and the cords retracted back inside Trevor’s groin. One nut down and one to go, we were halfway there.

I wheeled my chair around to Trevor’s right side. Picking up a new scalpel it was much easier to slice open the right side of the young football player’s scrotum. I had a bit of difficulty in grabbing the kids’ right nut though as it slid around inside of his now very roomy ball sac. It was almost as if his last testicle was trying to escape from my grasp. After I managed to grab it and force it out through the incision I again clamped the cords and lay the ball down on top of his now flat, empty scrotum. When I felt the testicle starting to cool; I picked up the second pair of scissors and quickly snipped it off and dropped it into the bowl beside its twin. Again I cauterized the cords and released the clamp. And it was done, Trevor McGinley was castrated. It had taken me less than 15 minutes to make the young 19 year-old college football player a eunuch.

It only took me a few minutes to suture up the two small incisions and give them a quick swab of surgical glue for good measure. Trevor started to rouse from his slumber as I was giving his now empty scrotum a final rubdown with alcohol. I quickly covered the bowl with the green cloth as Trevor opened his eyes and stared at me quizzically.

“There you go son, all done. That wasn’t so bad was it?”

“Ah gee, no I guess not doc, I didn’t feel a thing. Can I get dressed now?” He asked groggily.

“Sure you can, Trevor just take it slow for a bit.”

As I helped the unsteady young man to his feet I noticed that his once hard proud prick now hung limp and straight down between his legs, like a dead snake. Trevor’s scrotum was now an empty flap of useless skin.

Trevor slowly pulled his underwear back on and paused as he grasped his dick through the cotton. His fingers felt around in the strange new void behind his penis, searching for his missing balls.

As he felt his now empty crotch Trevor exclaimed, “Holy shit, doc, my nuts really are gone aren’t they! Damn this feels really fucking weird doc.”

“I know son, don’t worry you will get used to it soon enough” I gently reassured him.

After Trevor got his jeans back on and buttoned up the fly; I couldn’t help but notice that the front of his jeans was now baggy and loose, the once prominent bulge was gone forever.

I called the coach into the room to help Trevor walk back to his dorm room. I saw the coach glance down between Trevor’s legs and then his eyes locked on the covered stainless steel bowl. The coach and I looked each other in the eye but there was nothing that needed to be said.

I gave Trevor some painkillers and advised him to take it easy for a few days. As they were leaving I noticed that Trevor was walking gingerly and kind of bow-legged.

After they left I removed the green cloth and looked at Trevor’s severed balls. I was still impressed by the size of the kids’ testicles even as they lay side by side, dead in the bottom of the bowl. Trevor would never cum again, nor be a father. Yes, in a way it was a shame to have castrated the kid, but heck, we neuter cats and dogs don’t we? Why not college football players? This was just one kid’s small sacrifice to help the college maintain its academic excellence. I carried the bowl into the washroom and dumped Trevor’s testicles into the wastebasket on top of his final load of spunk.

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