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The boy sent the script to the cutter. It was quite simple. The cutter read the boy's script. He decided to take the commission. The slim smooth boy invited the cutter into his garden apartment and into the bedroom where he had everything prepared as the cutter had specified. The boy's own leather restraints for wrists and ankles, ropes tied to the four legs of the queen size bed, the full face hood to cover the boy's face, and the boy's favorite poppers. The cutter had the boy strip and did one last examination of the balls that would be taken. The boy's low hangers did indeed hang down a good two hands from his crotch, a very fine bag and more than long enough for what the boy wanted done. This was, after all, the boy's script to follow and his own sexual fantasy come true. The boy had wanted to be castrated for years and finally found someone who would do it. They had corresponded for some time, the boy and the cutter, and the boy had sent out photos showing his large sac and big balls. It took some time to convince the cutter that the boy was on the level and serious about his need to be castrated, but finally the cutter did agree and went to cut the boy. The boy made one last trip to the bathroom to pee and then lay on the bed with its nice clean sheets and a plastic drop cloth from Home Depot. He spread his arms and legs and let the cutter put on the leather restraints and then tie the ropes to the wrist and ankle restraints that spread the boy out wide. The cutter applied two elastrator bands high up on the boy's scrotum, leaving a little slack at the top and smoothing out the skin under the bands into small and neat little wrinkles. It would be a couple of weeks before the bands fell off. For safety, the cutter used a needle and strong Kevlar thread to tie off the cords to hold them in place in the scrotum and to ensure they would not bleed despite the elastrator bands. The cutter slipped the balls through a third elastrator band and applied that just above the balls themselves. He paused to capture the moment with the camera. He then tied a length of cord around the sac and pulled the cord tight to the bungee cord tied to the closet door knob, letting the boy feel the pull on his balls. The cutter then sat on the bed next to the hooded boy and stroked his long hard cock slowly, talking low to him saying that it was now time to finish. Instead of the boy's own favorite commercial poppers, the cutter broke an amyl capsule and slid it under the hood for the boy to enjoy.
Editor's note: For those not familiar, "boy" refers not to a male under the age of 18 in this case, but rather, as a diminuitive used to describe the submissive male in the story.
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