About five years ago my wife called me to our kitchen window which looks out over fields. It was late spring and there were mature lambs all looking quite normal. The farmer was erecting some pens close to our fence and my wife Pat asked me what I thought was happening. I replied that it was probably time for castrating the male lambs so they could be fattened up for market. She gave me a sidways look and carried on whith what she was doing.

Sure enough next a 4X4 and several people arrived including a lady vet who we knew from our local practice. One by one the lambs were sorted out and brought over to the vet and were held in a press while she quickly nutted them. She was very quick about 30 seconds a go and the lamb was back out in the field nutless but otherwise OK.

Pat was fascinated. Sudenlyshe came out with “ I wonder if she would do you if I asked her. Might stop you wanking all over me”. She was and still is on medication for breast cancer that has pretty well killed off all sex so wanking was my only way out.

I thought she was just fantasizing and thought no more of it, but later on that day she was out in the field talking to the vet for quite a while. I began to feel uneasy as the thoughts came to me that she might be serious!

That night it came out. “Look” she said “We had a good sex life but its over, your frustrated as hell and I feel guilty. If we have you done you wont be so randy and you could even have some false ones put in.” When I was a teenager I had to have my left nut brought down surgically and it never grew full size so I always felt a bit unbalanced especially in changing rooms or on a beach, so the offer off a balanced pair of balls hit a chord with me that I hadn’t realised was there.

She went on “I’ve watched her do it, its all over really quickly she has been asked by wives several times to do their husbands, and always it has been for the best.” I said nothing, then she said “I’ve got the forms, just sign them and we can do it tomorrow”

So I signed away my balls, just like that like signing a cheque. Next morning in the shower I shaved my balls and had a last good wank as I liked the spunk off my hand I wondered what I was getting into but knew I couldn’t back out, the dye was cast.

About six PM next evening the vet arrived, with three farmers wives from the village as helpers. She put a sheet and some pillows on the dining table and told me to get undressed and get on the table. She then opened her bag and laid out her instruments for what was coming. A kidney bowl, syringes scalpels and some small very sharp looking scissors which she held up for me to see. “These are for the final cut” she said “I usually get the wife to actually make that.”

Then she showed me the false balls she had, different shape and sizes I went for a big pair at first but she advised against them and I settled for a pair about the size of small walnuts which she said would hang nicely when the swelling went down

Pat had disappeared and came back dressed in her last underwear we had had sex in. A red corset, black stockings and high heels. She had done her makup and scrapped back her hair and looked the best I had seen her for a long time. I started to mumble about backing out but one of the helpers took off her tee shirt and with no bra on cradled my head in her boobs and told me to be quiet and bee a good boy. The moment passed and I resized myself to loosing my balls

Lady vet produced a soft Velcro handcuff, which she explained was just to help me not to struggle, the more I kept still the quicker it would be, so my hands were cuffed behind me and the helper with the big boobs supported me on the pillows while the other two spread my legs open and held them down firmly

Then the vet drew up a syringe of local anaesthetic “I don’t do this for lambs” she said “But they don’t know what’s coming, just relax its only a scratch” I felt a sharp jab as the needle went in then in a few moments my balls went numb, I was ready for nutting.

I could see fairly well what she was doing and watched as she stretched my balls down and made a lateral incision across my ball bag, then she shelled both balls out onto a dressing and clamped off the chords. Pat had a fixed expression as if she could not believe it was all happening so quickly but then the vet handed her the scissors and told he to make the final cuts, which she did. My balls fell free and dropped into the waiting kidney dish, then the vet slipped in the two false balls, put in a couple of stitches to hold them in place, stitched up my ball bag and put on a dressing. The whole thing was over in less than half an hour.

Then she packed up her equipment while the three helpers cleaned everything up. The vet asked Pat if she wanted my balls as some wives actually like to cook and eat them but Pat said no so the vet said she would dispose of them properly. Finally she said she would be back next day to check that all was OK and the stitches could come out in ten days.

Like I said in the beginning that was all five years ago, since then Pat has assisted in several castrations for couples who have agreed to come to the end of their sex life. My life has been a lot calmer, I have put on a bit of weight but on the plus side I have gained back some of my hair that was thinning a lot before I was done.

If anyone else is in a similar situation I would say go for it, most villages have a lady vet somewhere who will do the job. Some charge some don’t, ours was free Pat made a donation to the vets animal welfare charity.

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