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Before too long, as I knew he would, Alex and whisked me off to his apartment where we could be alone, and do God knows what. It was a small place, with a small kitchen, a sparsely furnished living room, and a bed room littered with dirty clothes.
I made no pretense; grabbing Alex by the collar and dragging him head first into the bedroom for some playing. Within no time, we were both stripped. I ran my nails along the back of his neck while he kissed, deep and wet. I was soon bent over, hands grasping Alexs bed rail as he stuck his cock in and out of me. This has always been my favorite position, as evidenced by my nearly unearthly screams. I was sure his neighbors were enjoying the sounds from their abodes. In fact, it felt so good that I almost began to have second thoughts about emasculating Alex. It would be a shame to lose a boy so skilled. It was something I couldnt resist. An intoxicating thought that wouldnt let me go. As Alex continued, I reached between my legs, massaging his scrotum. He had a pair of reasonably large balls. All the better when it comes time to place them in my display case. My slender fingers probed along his sac, feeling for the tiny, muscular tubes that connected his balls to the rest of his body. His nuts were nice and warm, throbbing with the beat of his heart. Soon, they would be severed, to never again receive Alexs nourishing blood. I could feel soft, squishy ducts on the top of each testicle. Holding the balls against each palm, I lightly stabbed the fleshy ducts with my long thumbnails, feeling them compress slightly. Their tissue didnt appear to be tough. Removing Alexs testicles by slicing into them wouldnt be as difficult as I imagined. The rest of my nails stuck painfully into Alexs pelvis. This seemed to excite him quite a bit. He loved feeling my nails on his body, which made his inevitable castration all the more special. I curled the rest of my fingers around the balls, my weapon-like thumbnails still firmly planted into their targets. After nearly a half an hour of pure pleasure, Alex began to cum inside me. I felt his milky fluids warm my cervix as it flowed in me. When I felt the time was right, I pulled Alexs sack tightly against me. He gasped in shock, struggling to remove his penis from me as he slowly realized what was happening. It took only mere seconds. My nicely curved nails tore through Alexs scrotal sack, blood flowing slowly down my hands and wrists. Next, the length of my thumbnails ripped through the ducts, tearing them partially from their tubing. The wrinkled skin of Alexs sac folded away, and I finally viewed the two prized possessions. I pulled the beautiful, pink glands, stretching their tubing to its full length, and finally snapped through the ducts with a flick of my sharp thumbnails. By this time, Alex was leaning against my back, passed out from the shock of his castration. I held the balls tightly in my hands, still starring at them between my legs; blood and semen now flowing freely down my thighs. I admired them, feeling their squishy texture as I lightly pinched one with my nails. I was careful though. I certainly didnt want to risk the chance of damaging them. Not yet anyway. I rolled Alex onto the bed, leaving him lying in a pool of blood. On my way out, I called an ambulance to deliver Alex to the hospital, where a doctor would have to repair his now nutless manhood.
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