He knows what's coming and moans softly as the head of my plastic cock finds it's target between his soft parted butt cheeks. I think to myself of all the piggy-boys that I have done this too, all the piggy-boys that have been sent to me for this special treatment by their wives, or girlfriends, or mistresses, or dominatrixes -- their owners, in other words. They know I am the best and that I always deliver on that very special treatment they require for their little piggy-boy pets.

I ease the dildo slowly into him and watch with satisfaction as his cock grows fatter and harder. I lube his cock and start gently stroking it in my right hand, matching the rhythm with that of my hips as I begin to fuck his ass with the strap-on. I like to start out slow and then build to a shattering climax. I've found that that's the best way to make a tense little piggy-boy become really nice and loosened up, opened up and receptive to what I am secretly planning to do to him next.

Sure enough, a half an hour later, my tender victim is almost half mad with the pleasure I am giving him in his ass and cock. He moans and shudders and begs me to fuck him harder, just like a slutty little whore. I grin from ear to ear as I watch him surrender his sperm to me and spill it out over and over in thick hot spurts onto his chest and belly.

After the tremors of his climax have subsided, he lapses into a half stupor and I gently ease the dildo out of him. His legs are relaxed and spread, his asshole lose and throbbing, and his cock and balls completely drained and limp. I well know that a piggy-boy is totally receptive and trusting at this moment. He thinks that the session is all over now, now that he is well satisfied.

That is when I reach under the table and pull out a hypodermic syringe and inject his groin area with a powerful local anesthetic. He is so out of it that he barely notices it. My sexy little assitant, Wendy, then steps forward with the tray holding my stainless steel surgical instruments and I quickly and deftly begin my work. A few minutes later, as I sew up the little piggy-boy's newly empty scrotum, I smile to myself, thinking how deliciously ironic it is that so many little piggy-boys sub-consciously associate being well dildo fucked with having undergone a virtual castration.

I then tell Wendy to wheel the cute little ball-less piggy-boy out so that he can be picked up by his very dominant female owner. Still in a half stupor, he groggily grunts out an inquiring noise. The silly little piggy-boy doesn't even realize yet what's been done to him! That realization will come a little later, when his owner gets him home and the anesthetic begins to wear off. I've been told that the frantic panic and desperate pleading that the little piggy-boy pet makes when he does realize what's been done to him is highly amusing, and erotically stimulating, to their owners. One of my clients even video taped her freshly castrated piggy-boy with a hidden video camera and then sent me a copy. I have to admit that I found the silly little piggy-boy's desperate anguish and distress to be highly amusing and sweetly erotic, too. I still slip the video tape into my VCR every now and then and watch it when I want to enjoy a quiet moment of solo pleasure alone with my vibrator. In fact, I'm getting wet just thinking about it right now. Hmmmm, nice, very nice.

All the piggy-boys that I do are required to come back to see me again in a month's time for a follow-up check-up. Wendy and the dominant female owner and I always enjoy these appointments. The piggy-boy always looks so hurt and resentful as we make him drop his pants and spread his legs and hold his penis up out of the way so that we can all take a good long look at the flat empty space where his balls used to be. Not content just to look, I always make a point of, somewhat roughly, touching and feeling all around his scrotal area.

Sometimes the little piggy-boy will even whimper out a peevish and petulant little accusation while we are inspecting him. Something like: "You shouldn't have done it to me, ya know. Why'd ya have to do it, why'd ya take my balls like that?" Usually his dominant female owner will respond in a gentle, but firm, voice: "Now Billy, we've been through this already. You knew when you signed the agreement to be my full-time pet that having you fixed was, according to the fine print, one of the options that I was free to exercise. And I also warned you on at least two separate occasions about your bad habit of openly touching yourself in front of me and my other dominant female friends. I distinctly remember warning you that bad little piggy-boys who openly play with their naughty private pee-pees shouldn't be surprised when they get taken to the vet. Besides, you well know yourself that being neutered has made you a much better pussy licker. You should be content that you now enjoy the privilege of eating out my pussy and all my girlfriends' pussies and stop complaining just because I had you castrated and you can't get a hard-on anymore."

Snapping out of my daydream, I look up to see that Wendy has ushered in a new, freshly shaven little piggy-boy and is busy getting him ready and up onto my special table. When he is relaxed and in the required position, Wendy half turns to me and gives me a little wink and a sly smile, which I quietly return. Wendy enjoys watching me at work almost as much as I enjoy carrying it out. She's a very bright and eager girl, and I've promised to teach her how to do sneaky quickie castrations on piggy-boys so that she too can open a special clinic of her own some day. She just loves watching me open up a plump, ripe looking scrotum and pop out the testicles and then snip them off, and, of course, I just love doing it, too.

We have 10 more piggy-boys yet to do today, so I put a new condom on my dildo, lube it up and then move on in to penetrate the naive and trusting little piggy-boy's eager, welcoming, tight little butt hole. As I start to slowly thrust my hips back and forth, fucking him, I can't suppress a giggle when he breathlessly thanks me for what I am doing to him.