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It is a beautiful instrument, gleaming silver in the bedroom light. You open its handles wide, showing me the gaping jaws that will soon take away my manhood forever.
A moment before I submitted eagerly as you instructed me to remove my clothes and lie down on the bed. Cuffs circled my wrists and ankles, securing me to the four bedposts. I tug at them, to prove that I am now helpless to stop you. My cock springs to life at the thought of what you are about to do. You smile, gently grasping my rigid shaft and milking a drop of clear liquid from its tip. I groan as you continue stroking, the delicious tension building deep within my balls. It takes but a minute for them to release their seed, a sticky white ribbon suddenly stretching across my stomach. I am breathing heavily as you cradle my sack in your hand. You are smiling again, thinking of the fate that awaits the orbs within. A sharp prick is felt in my sack, then another. A warmth quickly spreads through my groin. I no longer feel discomfort as you manipulate my scrotum, searching for the cords that nourish my testes. The silver instrument is again in your hand, now pressing into my tender skin. My heart beats wildly as I watch you close the handles. I feel the pressure as the metal jaws clamp down, squeezing the cords connected to my right ball. There is no pain as the handles close tight. A minute passes. I am serene as I imagine the damage happening inside my sack, my ball suddenly cut off from the blood that has kept it alive for my 19 years. Suddenly the handles open and the pressure ceases. I see a deep indentation in the side of my scrotum, and a small blood blister forming. My right testicle cannot be saved now. And now the clamp surrounds the cord to my left ball, holding firm but not squeezing. You look into my eyes, awaiting the sign to finish the deed. For a long moment I hesitate; just a word would free me from my bonds and save me from emasculation. But no. I smile and nod to you. You smile back and push the handles together, snapping the jaws closed. I think of the consequences as I await the end. My semen will soon become clearer. My erections will come more seldom, and then not at all. The little hair on my body will disappear. But my mouth and anus will continue to give you pleasure, and that is all I need. The pressure is ended, and the silver instrument set aside. My testes are struggling for life. Soon they will sleep forever. You release my bonds and hold me in your arms. Your lips press against mine, your beard rough against my face. Thank you, you whisper. I smile back, because it is you who have given me the gift.
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