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This was the third time this Spring I had to see Dr. Harris. And for the same reason. I'm blessed, or I sometimes feel cursed, with a pair of huge, low hanging nuts. They are so big, and hang so low, that sometimes they twist on their cords, and reduce me to a screaming, sweating ,crawling creature. This usually happens after I've worn some tight fitting underwear or a jockstrap. I first saw Dr. Harris about this problem when I was in the local community college. I couldn't attend phys. ed. without wearing a jockstrap, because the class was co-ed. Knowing what wearing my jock might lead to, I had gone to the gym in just my shorts. We were vaulting over the pommel horse, and of course my balls fell out as I made a magnificent spread-legged leap over the damn thing, right at the coach's eye level. He grabbed me, by the balls, and dragged me into the locker room, where he began screaming at me for being a perverted exhibitionist. I tried to explain about my problem - he had them clasped in his hand the whole time - but he wouldn't buy it. If I wanted to graduate, I had to attend gym class; if I wanted to attend gym class, I had to wear a jockstrap, no excuses. So three times a week, for two years, I carefully dropped my big balls into the pouch of a jockstrap, and played Russian roulette with my manhood. And at least twice a week, I LOST! As a member of the college gay alliance, I had access to doctors in the area who especially treated gay men. Dr. Harris was highly recommended, and could see me immediately, the first time my nuts twisted in gym class. I waddled into his office, my twisted testicles foremost on my mind, only to enter the examining room to meet as sexy and handsome a thirty-something man that you could dream of. He was tall, dark haired, deeply tanned, and built like an Olympic athlete! His handshake was firm, and his attitude very friendly. Asking who had recommended him, I admitted being gay, and he assured me that that was no problem. Did I practice safe sex? Yes! Then who I slept with, and where I put my dick was no more concern of his. After a few more questions, he asked me to strip, and we got down to the examination. He sat in a chair, spread his feet and knees wide, and had me stand directly in front of him. He took a big nut in each hand, and looked up at me. "I don't think I've ever seen a pair of testicles to match these in all my years of medicine." I didn't know whether to say "Thank you", or just ignore the comment. It's odd having someone handling you so freely like that, and they're not as embarrassed as you are. Any way, after some squeezing, fondling, and manipulation, during which I got the biggest boner, he was some attractive man, Dr. Harris "straightened" everything out, and my balls hung loose and freely swaying in all their natural glory. "I can give you a note to your gym coach if you want. Your testicles need to hang free; if you compress them in a jockstrap or even bikini briefs, your cords are apt to kink on you again." I told him the coach would not go for that, and that I needed to pass gym to graduate. "Well, if it happens again, come right in and I'll take care of you." I saw a lot of Dr. Harris during those two years of community college! And he saw ALL of me, stripped naked every time, my balls his to play with. After college, I got a job in the area, and so continued to use Dr. Harris as my primary physician. I didn't "kink" as often, but it still remained to occur at least once every two months. I got to know Dr. Harris a lot better, and finally admitted to having an interest in him. He seemed flattered, but thought that seeing a patient outside the office my jeapardise our doctor-patient relationship. "You don't know very much about me. We all have our secrets that we like to keep hidden. Let's continue as we are for a while, and then we'll see." So I continued to see the good-looking doctor every few weeks, and got some pleasure out of having him handle me. He would stroke my big cock occaisionally, and perhaps fondle my big nuts and hanging sack. My apartment complex had a swimming pool, and on a Saturday afternoon in August, I pulled on my little sky blue Speedo, and sauntered down to the pool, my basket proudly leading the way. The weather was hot, but the water was cold, and I could feel my nuts contracting and relaxing in the confines of my Speedo all afternoon. About four o'clock, I returned to my apartment, my manhood straining the wet nylon of my bikini, to shower and wash the chlorine out of my hair. In the shower, I soaped up my crotch and began jerking off under the hot spray of water. I was pulling on my hanging balls, and moving my hips to slap them from thigh to thigh, when - MY GOD!!!!!! the worst twist of ball cords I had ever experienced in my LIFE! In agony, I stumbled from the bathroom to the phone beside my bed. "Dr. Harris, it's Tommy S-----. Can you PLEASE see me right away? My balls are twisted like two dogs on a leash. I can't stand the PAIN!" "I'm not at the office today, Tommy, I'm at my home right now. Do you want to come here?" "That would be fine, but I don't think I should drive like this. The pain is so bad, I might pass out. Could you come here?" "Tell you what. I have someone staying here with me this weekend who could help. I wanted you two to meet anyway, and this would be the perfect opportunity. I can send him to pick you up and bring you to my place, if that's O.K. with you." "That would be great, doc. I don't know how to thank you." "His name is Doug, and he'll be with you in ten minutes. I think you two will really hit it off. I'll see you in a few minutes, then." Wrapped in a towel, I was never going to get a pair of pants up over the agonizing bulge between my legs, I waited for this guy Doug to show up. Within the ten minutes, a snazzy little red roadster turned up at my apartment, and an incredibly hot number in nothing but a tiny swimsuit got out and knocked at the door. I opened it to find a living god on my step. Jet black hair, brilliant blue eyes, tanned, muscled body, outrageously bulging pouch of a posing brief, he was everything I had ever dreamed of in the man of my dreams. Even in my incredible agony, I could appreciate the exposed flap of scrotum protruding from each leg opening of his little brief. "Hi. I'm Doug. Dr. Harris asked me to come and pick you up. He said you were in some kind of paiful situation, and needed a ride over to his place." "I'm Tommy. Thanks for coming." Eyeing his nearly naked body, and the little garment that rather than hid, exentuated the size of his sexual equipment, I added, "I hope I didn't interrupt anything you and the doc were doing." "Oh no, I'm staying with the doc this weekend for a little treatment myself, and we're not going to start until tomorrow morning. What's the trouble, if you don't mind me asking." Instead of saying anything, even though we were still standing at my open door, I pulled the towel aside and displayed my tortured, twisted jewels. To my amazement, he LAUGHED! Seeing the startled look on my face, he stopped laughing, took me by the arm, and pulled me into the apartment, closing the door behind him. Then to my TOTAL surprise, he put his hands under the waistband of his little pants, and pulled them down. Out tumbled the exact match, mirror-image of my own cock and balls. His pubic bush was black and glossy, where mine was a dark blond, but our equipment matched perfectly. "Dr. Harris was describing you to me when you phoned. Can you believe that?" I was a littled miffed that my private M.D. should be telling strangers about me and my private parts - they are, after all, private! "Why should Dr. Harris be telling you about me?", I asked coldly. "Because we have the same problem," Doug answered, and he grasped his big balls in both hands, and drew them down and then held them out for me to see. His balls were HUGE! But when I tenderly held mine against them, they were the same. Size, hang, drooping folds, our balls were clones of each other. "My boys have been twisting on me for years. I found Dr. Harris through the internet, and he has a simple solution to our problem. He said he was thinking about approaching you the next time you came into his office, and telling you about it. It seems as though Fate has finally brought us together. Are you ready to go?" What a stupid question! Not only was I still in pain, but the biggest, handsomest, hungist guy I ever saw was asking me to go with him. I looked at his fantastic bare body, his thick cock, and the big balls he still held out to me, and said. "Let's go!" Leaving his goods hanging over the waistband of his brief, he helped me out and into the car. Looking left and right to see if anyone was watching, he shucked down the little panties, flopped his big bare ass down in the driver's seat, hung the pants on the rearview mirror, and started the engine. In a spray of gravel, we shot out of the parking lot, and raced across town to Dr. Harris's private residence. I knew where he lived, had even driven by a couple of times, but had never been inside his big house. I had always seen him at his office. His house was very big, with an electric gate in the high wall that surrounded it. Doug pulled up at the gate, honked the horn three times, and the gate opened to let us in. We pulled up in front of the door, and got out, me still wrapped in a towel, and Doug naked as the day he was born. I followed that big buff butt, I would have followed it anywhere, up the steps and under a portico to the door. Just as we reached it, it opened, and Dr. Harris stepped out to greet me. I was never so shocked in my life. The doctor was wearing nothing but a tiny g-string thong. I had fantasized about what his naked body would look like, but my wildest imaginings fell short of the beautiful man that stood before me. His whole body, even his beautiful ass, was deeply tanned. His shoulders, chest and arms were like a Greek statue's, his abs a rippling six-pack. I don't know how he got a pair of trousers over his heavily-muscled thighs. Every inch of him was wet-dream material. The little pouch of his strap strained to hold a large, thick cock, the head clearly defined through the thin red silk. As Doug went to stand next to him, I was reminded of a doorway I had seen a picture of in a magazine, with two gods carved out of white marble flanking the entrance to an ancient Roman villa. Here before me were the gods come to life. "Come in, Tommy. Welcome to my home. I'm sorry for the cause of your visit, but it just might be bebeficial to you as well." Standing back, he motioned me into his house. Inside I caught a quick glimpse of rich and tasteful furnishings and decorations. One room we passed through was filled with artwork - paintings and sculpture, all of naked men in classic and erotic poses. Dr. Harris was as gay as I hoped he would be. We entered a room that was white and spotless, with an examining table, cupboards with medical instruments, and a sink and refrigerator. It looked just like his office examining room, but was slighty bigger, and more modern looking. "I understand it's the same old problem, Tommy. Why don't you hop up on the table, and lie down. I want to do a full examination of your testicles and scrotum, before I try to put things back in their proper place." I dropped the towel, I don't know why I was still gripping it around me, and lay back on the table. "Spread your legs wide, and slide your butt to the end of the table." I did as he asked and felt my ballsac drop over the edge to hang and swing before the doctor. He looked kind of funny with his latex gloves and g-string the only things covering him, but he stepped up and took my swollen bag in his hands and felt around inside. He separated each cord, turned each ball, stretched and manipulated my sac. Doug was a naked, interested observer in the corner, his big dick getting bigger and thicker the longer he watched my handling. He began to stroke it, and pull hard on his own big nuts, stretching them low in his nutsac. Dr. Harris now had me stand in front of him, he now sitting on a little stool with the pouch of his g-string bulging between his spread legs. First one, then the other of my balls was slowly and carefully untwisted and pulled to the bottom of my sac. With a final pull and release that set my set swinging, he looked up at me and said,"I've been meaning to talk to you about something for several months now, but didn't know how to approach you about it." Waving Doug over to stand beside me, he said, "I've developed a solution for men who have your problem. Doug is here to have the proceedure done tomorrow, and he is willing to have it explained to you, and allow you to observe every step. I think you would benefit from having the same proceedure done to you." He reached up between Doug's heavy thighs and took hold of his ballsac, cupping the huge orbs in the palm of his hand. "Doug has had his balls twist on him since puberty, and feels he would be better off without them. Tomorrow morning I'm going to remove his scrotal sac, then cut away each testicle to leave him perfectly smooth between his legs behind his cock. He will no longer have a problem with twisted or pinched or painful balls. I can do the same thing for you. What do you think." I looked from one madman to the other in disbelief. "What guy would agree to something as crazy as that? He would have to be insane. Why would I want to have myself CASTRATED! What man would want to have himself castrated?" Dr. Harris looked at me for a moment, as if trying to come to some decision. Finally he stood up. I backed away from him, my hands clutching at my nuts, covering them from any attack. But the doctor just stood in front of me for another moment, then pulled down his g-string. The first thing I noticed was that he was totally hairless around the second thing I noticed which was his big beautiful cock. It was big, fat, thick, uncut, a long drooping foreskin hanging over the tip. The third thing I noticed, was that he had no BALLS!. Behind and beneath his superb dick, where I expected to see a splendid sagging sac of big balls, there was nothing but a smooth area with a faint X-shaped scar. He turned around and bent over to expose a prime ass with nothing below it. He was pulling on his wonderful cock, and it now thrust out in front of him, therefore hidden from the back view. He turned around again, to face me, and I have to admit it was quite a sight to see that big throbbing cock jutting out from his smooth, hairless groin, with nothing to distract from its magnificence. Doug was pounding on his dick, and pulling so hard on his big mammoth gonads, I thought he would likely pull them off before Dr. Harris could get at them with a knife.Both men came together, each with an incredible amount of cum, though the doctors was not as thick and viscous as the stud's. Even I had an erection at this point, and began stroking my cock and pulling on my hangers, when the fuckers twisted again! I was screaming now with the pain, ready at this point to cut them off myself! "Alright, alright, take them, cut them, just make the pain GO AWAY!!!!!!" Dr. Harris was able to quickly set things straight. Then said, "Think it over tonight. Stay here, get to know Doug. I think you were meant to be together, and sharing this experience will bring you closer. Let's swim for awhile. then a light supper, some sex, and sleep. Doctor's orders." So the three of us, with only four testicles hanging heavily in only two sagging scrotums, horsed around in the pool and lay in the sun and carressed each others bodies. The doctor, I noticed, constantly was handling one sac or the other, with a dick pointing from his hairless crotch the whole time. I think the thought of unmanning other men as he had been was a real turn-on for him. Now that I had made the decision, it was a turn on for ME! I played with Doug's big balls, but gently. I didn't want him to go through the agony I had, not the last night with bigs nuts below his dick! His sac hung loose and relaxed in the late afternoon sun. Plucking idly at a loose hairless fold, I asked Dr. Harris if we couldn't keep our fleshy sacs, maybe have fake balls put in our bags. He said the potential for getting our big flaps caught or ripped or torn was not worth the risk. He took my hand and placed it below his erect cock, right on the little X-shaped scar. "You don't know how WONDERFUL it feels to be rubbed between the legs here where my balls have been. Believe me, tomorrow night you'll both thank me for taking off everything." After a light meal, we retired to a bedroom, and the three of us climbed into the huge bed. There was room for at least three more, and we fondled and fucked each other until we were all spent. Doug stood up on the bed and pulled his heavy balls back between his legs, and held them behind him. Looking at himself in the mirror, he said, "This is what I'll look like tomorrow night. Show us what you'll look like Tommy." I pulled my nutsac into the same position, and was turned on by what I saw. I turned around, pulled my nuts up to my navel and bent over, looking at the view in the mirror over my shoulder. What a sight, my little winking asshole in my white firm butt, my big dick hanging down in all its unblocked glory. Dr. Harris reached up and rubbed the exposed spot below my cock, and OH GOD!!!! was he right. It felt FANTASTIC. Before I could help myself, I shot another load all over Doug. We finally settled down for the night, though Doug and I didn't get much sleep, thinking about the big event a few hours away. The next morning, after surprisingly getting some sleep anyway, Dr. Harris said we would need to be prepped for our proceedures. All our pubic hair would have to be shaved off. In fact he suggested we shave everything from our navels down, under and up to at least our assholes. He could do it, or we could do each other. Grinning, we opted to do each other. Dr. Harris handed me a pair of electric clippers, and then turned me loose on Doug. I grabbed his goods in one hand and ran the clippers up the middle of his thick curly bush from above his dick up to his navel. Two or three passes on each side, and his pubes fluttered to the floor at his feet. Kneeling down in front of him, I now held his cock up and sheared of the few hairs on his sac. I then had him turn around and bend over, his feet wide apart. His pink pucker, winking at me above the heavy hanging bag of ball, soon had my cock standing at attention. His ass cheeks were smooth, but I ran the clippers over them just for the hell of it! Finally everything was reduced to a stubble, and I thought the next step would be warm water, shaving cream, and some kind of razor, though I didn't think I could trust myself with a straight razor. I might loose control, and deprive Dr. Harris of his proceedure. But instead, the doctor handed me a weird little vibrating instrument he said would painlessly pluck each hair out by the follicle. I took the buzzing little gadget in my hand and drew it across Doug's belly, where his pubic fur had been thickest. The little do-hickey left a completely baby's-ass smooth track through the sandpaper stubble. I quickly ran it all over his belly, bone, bag and butt. The sight of his huge organs hanging from a completely hairless groin was something to see. Now it was my turn, and I rose to my feet, and Doug crouched down in front of my crotch and buzzed my bush down to stubble. His hand holding my genitals in a firm grip, lifting them , pulling them from side to side, felt hot and sweaty. He was getting turned on as well. Next the buzzing little gadget was passed over my pubic area and ass, and we suddenly remembered what was to happen next. We both suddenly lost our erections when Dr. Harris almost gleefully rubbed his hands together, and said, "Now for the fun part!" We followed him into his fancy med room, and saw the table prepared and two trays of instruments ready. "Who wants to go first?", asked the masked, gloved, but otherwise naked doctor. Doug stepped up to the table, and was told to lie on his back, place his feet in the stirrups and let his butt, and his heavy bag, hang over the end of the table. Lying there in front of us, his sagging sac looked like some kind of sacrificial offering to the old gods. The sac was drooping, relaxed, the many folds running down to stretch over the big orbs inside. It looked like a big dustsheet-covered chandeliere! Dr. Harris now approached the big nutsac, and called me forward to assist him. Whoa, wait a minute. I knew I could watch Doug's emasculation, but I never thought I would be involved in it. After a moments hesitation, I stepped forward and waited for instructions. Dr. Harris injected several needles of anesthetic into Doug's balls and all around the area where the scrotum hung from the base of his cock. "Play with his balls until he doesn't feel anything," I was told. I fondled them gently, tickling them with my fingertips. When he couldn't feel the hardest tug on his sac, the doctor was ready to begin. He pulled Doug's nutsac down as far as it would stretch. Now I was told to push the big balls up to rest on either side of his hard cock, and hold them there as he cut away the scrotal sac. He made a V-shaped cut below the base of the cock. Pulling the long sac to one side, he cut the opposite side in a <-shaped cut, then pulled the bag in the other direction, and made a >-shaped slice. Finally pulling the nearly severed flap of skin up between Doug's raised legs, he made a final ^-shaped cut, and the ballsac was cut free from Doug's crotch. I was told to hold the soft flap of skin and stand to one side now and watch closely. When I removed my hand, Doug's huge pearl grey gonads fell out of the four-flapped wound to hang and swing below his ass. Damn. if those big devils didn't swing around and twist on each other. The doctor now cut away the membranes covering each testicle, tied each one off, and asked Doug if he was ready for the final cuts. Doug said NO!!!!!! I thought, "OH my GOD!!! We've shaved him bare, removed his ballsac completely, bared his balls of their last coverings, and NOW he's changed his MIND????? "I want Tommy to cut my nuts off. Tell him what to do,doc." Dr. Harris moved aside and motioned me forward. He handed me the scalpel, and showed me where to cut between the ties he had made on each pulsing cord. "Take a testicle in your other hand, pull down firmly on it and usinf a sawing motion, sever the nut from his body." I put on the surgical gloves, and stepped between Doug's raised legs. He was lying back, relaxed on the table, and I realized he had watched everything from the beginning. I hadn't taken my eyes off his jewels once. I took a big nut in my fingers, afraid of crushing it or hurting him. Dr. Harris said, "Make a fist around it, and tug hard. You'll be surprised how tough the cord is, how sharp an instrument you need to cut through it." I got a firmer grip on the living organ, stretched it out from Doug's groin, and placed the sharp instrument against the cord that attatched it to his body. "Two or three strokes should cut it free." Being rather excited, it only took two strokes for me to cut off Doug's testicle. As I did so, I shot a load of cum over the floor. All that time my cock was hard and quivering, and I didn't even notice! "One more and we're almost done," said the doctor. I looked at Doug and said, "I love you." "I love you, too," he murmured, grinning ear to ear. The last ball came away with one firm stroke, and I laid the sac and both balls on Doug's chest. He picked up one of his severed balls and placed it back in my hand, then reached between my legs to grip my lower hanging nut. "I'll trade you mine for yours," he chuckled. Dr. Harris was now busy drawing the four V- shaped flaps of scrotal remnant together to form the X-shaped wound beneath Doug's now soft cock. When he was finished, we helped Doug to his feet, and I took my place on the table. The needles and injections really hurt at first, but when Doug began fondling my balls, it felt good. Soon I could feel nothing, though I saw Doug yanking on my sac hard. He helped the doctor the same as I had. I could slightly feel his hand holding my balls by my cock as the doctor pulled and cut my nutsac. It was really strange to watch my sac being cut away slice by slice. I had a hardon when it was finally cut free. Doug held the pink flap to his lips and kissed it. I could feel my ball cords being stretched from where they were attached somewhere deep in my body, but as I saw them cut off, I felt nothing but a sense of freedom. When Doug put my jewels in my hand, I gave one back to him, and showed him his testicle that I had held all during my own castration. It's now two years later, and the doctor, Doug and I are still together. About twice a year we have someone come to us for our special proceedure. We're rather famous in the eunuch community, and receive a lot of questions over the internet. Doug's scar, and mine are now just faint pink X's below our cocks, and our pubic hair never did grow back. Dr. Harris has a little side-line permanently removing unwanted hair. That little gadget ripped the hairs out by the roots! But its unwanted BALLS! that are our specialty. Interested? Give us a call....... |