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Rubber Nuts I guess you could say I live two lives. One part of me likes to dress up in leather chaps, complete with a big leather jock and a studded collar and a matching mask when I hit the parties. That part of me enjoys surfing the gay porn sites, lusting after the hot guys and jerking my meat to tied up males and young men squirming as their nuts are being squeezed. I have the body for it, and am a bear of a man. I've played football in high school and college, for a little while at least, and I'm strong and powerful and my muscles bulge. I take the time to work out regularly, working the gym weights to keep myself toned and firm. But the gay life I lead isn't something I flaunt, and most people that know me have no idea about any of it. No, they know the other me, the side of me that is plain and simple. You see, during the day that side of me is a medical doctor by trade. I'm a urologist to be exact, and I've built a large practice and its done quite well for me. I'm not stupid, and I know that being a gay doctor doesnt help business, so I don't flaunt my away-from-work activities, and the vast majority of my patients sure don't know. In fact, there are very few people that actually really know what I like to do in my off time. But when I'm not at work, well, I'm into the leather scene, and the S&M scene, and the CBT scene too, and I enjoy tying up a hard man and giving him a good work over. I think I especially enjoy the Cock-Ball-Torture, or CBT games as they are referred to, and it's sure a lot of fun to work a bottom's genitals until he is begging. I also enjoy an upturned ass getting smacked hard with a stiff piece of wood, or flogging a cock with a nylon whip while it is dripping with desire. There is something about holding a man by his balls that gives you a sense of power, and it is really amazing how hard a man will get when he's into the scene and his nuts are in my hand. Being a doctor I know what I'm doing, and I can do things that others should not. I've used a catheter to force a man to piss his urine, and I've taken a sterile IV and infused a scrotum until it was so full of saline that it looked like it would burst. I have also played with an electrical TENS unit, also called a Transcutaneous Electrical Nerve Stimulator, and they open up possibilities that are almost limitless. I love using one on a helpless, tied up cock, and there is nothing quite like it to get a man to ejaculate, even if he's trying hard to keep it from happening. Yes, as a doctor, I have a few tools and know how to do things that others do. One of my favorite things to do is to push a metal sound down a tied man's cock, and that always get a reaction the first time it's done. Sounds are metallic rods that are long, polished, and thin, and are used to stretch the urethra of a patient who is having problems urinating. They are shaped anatomically so that they can be slid into the urethra fairly easily, stretching it and enlarging it while it is being done. They come in different thicknesses, so you can stretch the opening a little at a time, until it is of the desired size and the man can piss without further difficulties. Of course, they have other uses too, and there is nothing that will drive a man crazy faster than to slide metallic rods of increasing size one after the other down and into his cock against his will. I like to work them up and down his penis shaft, literally fucking the man's cock with the sound. I also like to watch their expression as they stare and squirm and jerk while I'm doing it, their eyes wide open with that look of total disbelief. Yeah, that really gets me hard! I like the sound play, as it's called, and in the CBT world using them can add a lot. As a urologist, I've got all the sizes of course and I find them easy and fun to use. Sometimes, if the scene gets really heavy, I'll even pretend to castrate someone, just to build up the scene to a greater height. In a way, the castration scenario, even though it is just pretend, represents the ultimate domination of one man by another. There really is no greater CBT fantasy. Of course, like a lot of men who are in the top role and get their rocks off by making other men squirm, I guess I always have fantasized about doing it for real. Of course, I'm not crazy and I know where the line needs to be drawn. So, instead we play the fantasy, and when I'm running things we always play with safe words and I always adhere to them. I'm not the only medical doctor that likes to play. In fact, I first met the good doctor Larkin at one of the local gay parties, and we hit it off right away. He was a bottom, all the way, and he loved getting his ass thrashed and his nuts worked over. I saw him the first time when he was spread out and tied up with a vibrator sticking out of his ass, and with two clothespins on his nipples and some big hairy man in leather flicking his fat balls with a wooden spoon. His entire nut sac was bright pink then, and it was bouncing up and down as the top was just slap-slap-slapping that spoon against his sac. I'll never forget the way he grunted with each smack of the spoon. Through it all Larkin was so damn hard, turned on totally and loving every minute of the scene. Eventually it had turned him on so much that he had shot his big load with no other stimulation; just grunted it out onto his flat stomach while I and a few others watched him doing it. I think what attracted me to him was his twink body and his younger age. Now he wasn't a teenager or anything, but he almost looked like one. Still, he was a doctor, just out of medical school and with his residency behind him. His actual age was around thirty, but he had that cute twink body, the type that is smooth and young looking, and with his blond hair and blue eyes he looked more like a surfer headed for the beach than a medical professional. He had a nice cock too, long and thick, and his sac that hung under it was really big. When I saw it bulging with his big balls I knew I just had to hold it in my hands. With him a bottom and me a top we just seemed to mesh right away, and from the first night I met him Dr Larkin and I had put together a loose friendship, sharing our desire and playing up some scenes with just the two of us. I enjoyed topping him, making him squirm and working his big nuts until he begged. He had really sensitive nipples, and when I sucked on them he would moan with pleasure. The leather scene really excited him, and nothing turned him on more than to be tied out and helpless as a big bear of a man worked him over. Yeah, he really liked that a lot, and so he was always up for play even when I was not. Sometimes we got together at his place, and sometimes he came over and did it at mine. He was really into it though, and had even built a dungeon in his basement. It was a great place to play, so usually I would go there and we would have our fun with his torture frames and restraint chairs and all of his other stuff. He had paddles, whips, and riding crops and an assortment of nipple clamps, as well as a St Andrews cross and lots of other little sex toys to keep things interesting. Sometimes we would invite others, and sometimes it would be just him and me. Being doctors we neither of us had that much free time, and consequently we didn't play that often. Still, over time I got to know him, and I could turn him on with a look or a feel. He had a strong fetish for castration play, although we never carried it very far. Still, he loved to read stories on the subject, and like a lot of men into the CBT game, he was fascinated by the idea of a strong male being forcibly castrated by another, the ultimate domination that held no equal. But he wasn't crazy, and he sure acted sane enough to keep the imagination of the play separate from any reality. The truth is that we were just consenting adults having fun, and we played our sexual games and they were so damn hot. I learned what he liked and what would turn him on, and I would play up to it. Sometimes he would beg, "Not my balls....don't take my balls!!!!" as I would grab his sac of nuts. When he did that I'd follow up on it and then I'd start to pretend that I was going to cut them from him. I'd give them a firm, hard squeeze and start talking about opening up his sac, and as soon as I did his prick would get so hard in return it was like a piece of steel. Once I played the scene to the point I laid an open knife on his belly as I pulled down on his balls, and then I looped a leather tie around them and cinched it semi-tight. Just doing that was enough to cause him to start squirting out his load. As a top, I'm into the domination scene of course, and I've got an active enough imagination that most of the bottoms I've played with have had a hell of a good time. Still, I want something out of it too, and I usually like to get blown, as it feels so damn good and there is nothing like it in all the world. I love dominating a man to the point he is forced to suck me off, and nothing turns me on more than to work a man's balls to the point he will do ANYTHING to get me to stop. It's so much fun then to literally make him suck my cock and swallow my load. Larkin was especially good at it, and while he would pretend at least not to want to, in the end I'd always work his balls to the point he had no choice, and then he'd suck like there was no tomorrow coming. He would always swallow it all, and it always felt good to pump out my jism and squirt it down his throat. Outside of our games, Dr Larkin, like me, didn't flaunt his sexuality, or his fetishes, and instead he ran his private practice in a very normal, professional manner. And, like my own patients his too were pretty much clueless as to what he did on his weekends. Unlike me, he was a family practitioner, and for the most part he handled the school colds, sore throats, and the flu cases, sucking in enough money to keep things going. Knowing him I figured he probably enjoyed giving the teenage boys their school sport's physicals the most, and I had visions of him lingering on their hernia checks. Still, as a Doctor I didn't know him professionally, although I knew he was into generalized medicine and I guessed he probably did a decent job at it. I knew he did vasectomies, which was a little unusual for a family practitioner, but the procedure is simple and so it didn't strike me as being that odd. Then, out of the blue a few of his patients started to come to me. As a urologist, I get a lot of referrals and a few call ups too, so I didn't think anything about it and I certainly didn't associate the problems of the patients with the family doctor they used. I missed the diagnosis on that first one, totally, and I didn't catch it on the second one either, or even the third. I guess knowing him and what he liked I should have been more alert, but I just wasn't thinking along those lines and so I never suspected what was happening. All of his patients that came to me were there for impotency, or erectile dysfunction as it is more properly called. While perhaps I should have caught on earlier the truth is that it is a very common complaint in older men, and when you are a urologist it's one of the main reasons men come to you. Hell, sometimes I feel like I'm dishing out the sildenafil citrate, commonly called Viagra, as if it was candy. Perhaps it is in a way, adult candy that is. Whatever, it is undeniably a miracle drug for most older men, and they come for it and it helps keep me in business. Anyway, when his patients started coming I didn't make the connection for quite some time. I gave them each a cursory physical, and then prescribed the usual Viagra, although I gave them each options for Cialis and Levitra as well. I didn't run a lot of tests, which in hindsight was a mistake, but I had assumed that their erection problems were most likely age related and there was no sign of disease. But in hindsight I think the diagnosis should have been obvious, but who would have suspected? Of course, eventually I started to figure things out, the pattern, and by the time I had seen a half dozen of Dr. Larkin's patients and all within a six month period I knew something was amiss. Still, it took a twenty-five year old to get my attention. When I finally figured it out, I was totally stunned. The day I saw him is still crystal clear in my mind. I remember it like it was yesterday, when I suddenly realized something unnatural was going on. I was looking into the eyes of a young man, a twenty-five year old man who had come to me for help because he couldn't keep it up. That's when it just clicked. As he told me about his problem, and about seeing Dr Larkin, it suddenly occurred to me that he was part of a larger pattern. When I listened to his story it sounded exactly like the others, although he was much younger and so it seemed a lot stranger. But all of a sudden I made that connection and then after that I knew something was up. But God, could it really be? I remember shaking my head, wanting to dismiss my thoughts, but still, there were suddenly too many men and way too many coincidences. But still, I remember thinking that Dr Larkin just couldn't be THAT bold! Still, when that last patient came to me, I put it all together in that instant and when I thought about Larkin's castration fetish suddenly I realized where everything was pointing. I knew then and there that if I was right and things didn't change, then of course it would all come out eventually and when it did he'd lose his license and certainly go to jail. No doubt his lifestyle would come out too, and that in turn might get back to me. As a board certified urologist, I felt like an idiot that it hadn't occurred to me sooner. But like I said, I just didn't suspect, just never did, at least not until enough of his patients came to me with the same story and the same problem that I was able to see it. I remembering staring at that man in front of me, and then as he talked about his symptoms and being Dr Larkin's patient I suddenly connected our weekend sex games and shared fantasies with the stories I had been hearing from his patients I had seen. The unbelievable just suddenly seemed possible, and all of a sudden in that instant I just somehow knew, even before I made the examination, that the man in front of me was neutered. I don't know how I knew, but I did. I think it all clicked as soon as he told me Dr Larkin had performed his vasectomy, which he had also performed on the others. He was way too young to have had that done, in my opinion, and so right away I got suspicious. That's when it hit me, because all of them had the same story and all of them had the same symptoms. Oh GOD...could it really be? I liked Larkin, as a friend, and yet as soon as I figured it out I grew angry inside, as I hate doctors that misuse their authority and if he was really nutting his patients then he certainly was misusing his. I was almost shaking then when I told that patient to undress and prepare for his examination. I had to be sure of course, and I sure hoped I was wrong. But I wasn't, and that changed everything. As I thought about the other men, Dr Larkin's other patients who were having the same problems, a possible motive popped into my head. I remembered that they had all confessed to me that they liked to play the field, to cheat on their wives and chase the pussy on the side. Yeah, as I thought about it, all of the men from Dr Larkin had all been poking their hard dicks in lots of places they didnt belong. I wondered if he too was in the same category. "How are things with the wife" I asked, mainly to get the conversation started and to seek the information I needed. He frowned, and said "Shit doc....I should never have married the bitch. We sure don't get along really, not anymore we don't. And we don't do it anymore either." I tried to laugh, to keep things jovial, and then I said: "Well...what's the problem then? It doesnt sound like a physical thing to me. If your wife doesnt turn you on, then I'd say a little impotence is probably pretty damn normal." He answered: "No doctor...something's not right. I've still got a few girlfriends, and I like to have some fun when I'm away from home and on the road. A little variety and spice keeps me going, and there is nothing like a hot chick with a wet snatch to keep life interesting." God. As soon as he too revealed he was cheating on his wife, like the others, the hairs stood up on the back of my head. I looked at him, and he grinned, and that's when the chill went down my spine. While I sure didn't agree with Dr Larkin's methods it was pretty obvious what his motive was. I knew from having lunch with him that Dr Larkin hated cheaters, and even in his young practice he had already dealt with his share of venereal diseases and seen enough ruined marriages. I guess all doctors hate men that play the field, because it's just so damn dangerous and so damn stupid. Of course, while I too have never liked cheaters, that doesnt mean I would castrate them. Still, I was getting the idea that's exactly what Larkin had been doing. Without doubt he had at least castrated the patients of his that had come to me. At this point though it was only a suspicion, although it was an easy one to confirm. I started the examination with the usual stethoscope to the heart, hearing his pump and listening to his blood as it swished through his arteries. He was talking, and I nodded, listening to him, hearing his words and nodding now and then to keep him talking. "Dr....I don't know what is wrong. Dr Larkin hasn't been able to help me, so that's why I made the appointment with your office. I figured I needed a specialist. Shit....this is embarrassing to say, but I just can't seem to get it up anymore. My dick just hangs and I don't even get the morning wood like I used to. This is just really strange for me and normally I'm always hard." Partly to make small talk, and partly because I needed to know, I asked: "Well George, how much sex are you doing outside of your marriage?" He grinned. Then he said: "Well....what can I say doc? I havent been doing much of anything lately. But, well, you know...I travel a lot and get around and I sorta like to keep my dick buried in hot twat if you understand my drift. But Im careful, and I don't fuck just any dame. But lately, well, when I have been with some hot babes my prick has just let me down. It's just been totally humiliating and it doesnt even feel the same as it used to. Hell, I'm almost afraid to try anymore. And I don't think a set of tits even turns me on the way it used to. Am I just getting old?" I smiled at him. Then I said: "Twenty-five is still pretty young." "Are you able to masturbate?" I asked. He looked at me his face flushed red. Then his looked turned very serious and that's when he said "Well....that used to be no problem. But hell, it's weird, but lately I've even been having trouble getting it up at all, or keeping it up, and that was NEVER a problem before! The really weird part is that even a Penthouse babe doesnt get me hard." I frowned. Then I answered him: "Well, we will see. Generally these things are more common than most men think. Try and remember you're not a teenager anymore. Guilt can cause erectile problems too, so perhaps a renewed effort with the wife might pay some dividends." He laughed. Then he said: "Ah...fuck her. The bitch is horrible, and she doesnt even know how to give a decent blowjob. She uses her cunt like a weapon, and if I don't buy her flowers and kiss her every night then she cuts me off. Nah....I like pussy way too much to have that bitch rule my life. Our marriage is done...and we both know it. You know doc, we never really clicked. Hell, I haven't fucked her in more than six months." The pattern was exactly like the other men I had seen. Exactly, except that the other patients were all in their forties. But as I was listening to him I started to suspect that Dr Larkin was a whole lot less sane than I had assumed he was. There sure seemed to be some things going on now that were just plain sinister. I had no way of knowing his real motive of course, but he had told me before that he didn't like married men and he really hated ones that cheated. He looked up at me, and then he asked the question that was on his mind. "Say, doc, do you think this has anything to do with the vasectomy I had? Dr Larkin told me that shouldn't have caused me any problems, but my problems really started about then I think." I looked away, so as not to give him any expression that might give away my thoughts. Then I slowly answered: "Well...that's not likely. Normally a vasectomy will not cause impotency problems, although it will eliminate the sperm from the semen and make you infertile. But you are way too young, and have no kids yet, and there is no way that I would have recommended the procedure. I'm surprised you opted for having it done, and even more surprised he was willing to do it." "Well, Dr Larkin recommended it. I didn't want to get one of my girl friends pregnant, or my wife for that matter, and he made it sound simple and painless and not that big of a deal. I've never been excited about kids, and so I opted for him to do it and he was certainly willing." My heart started to beat faster. So....that's how he was doing it. I looked at him, and then, trying not to sound like I was probing, I said: "Did you have any complications following the surgery?" He laughed. Then he said: "No...not really. It didn't hurt, at least not when he did it. I was pretty nervous, but he drugged me up really good and I just don't remember much of it while it was being done. I was pretty spaced out through the whole thing. Afterwards there was quite a bit of soreness, but he gave me some painkillers and it only lasted a few days. My nuts got numb afterwards, but he told me that was normal, and not to let that bother me. I've had a lot of second thoughts since I did it, but at the time shooting blanks just seemed like a good idea." I looked at him, the young man with the numb nuts. He just had no inkling what had been done to him. He wasn't just shooting blanks. He wasn't shooting much of anything anymore. And pretty soon he'd be done with even trying. So, the good doctor had drugged him up, and then when he was out of it had taken his balls. Wow. That took some nerve of course, and knowing Dr Larkin it just seemed hard to comprehend, but I knew he liked his castration fantasies and I couldn't dismiss the thought. As my mind raced I forced a smile at the patient, and then I examined his nipples, probing for any tumors. His breasts were enlarged slightly, which was consistent with the loss of the hormones his missing testicles were no longer generating. I gently slipped his drawers down to his knees. He didn't say anything, and if it bothered him he didn't let on. I let my hands go to his prick. His face changed expressions then, and he looked down at his soft dick as I picked it up. Then he said: "Well, you know Doc, after I saw Larkin things just didn't work the same. My dick pretty much just hangs like a dead worm now, no matter what I do. I don't know....but I just don't even feel like a man anymore." As he was talking I hefted his prick, carefully examining it while he watched. It was only about four inches in length and was dead and hanging the way it is on a eunuch. Next, I felt his scrotum, and then my practiced hands went to his individual testicles, and as soon as I touched them I knew they were fake. They were rubber....silicone to be exact. He had two prosthesis's filling his bag, and they were soft to my touch. Of course, they felt almost real, but I knew what I was feeling and there wasn't any doubt. As I was feeling his rubber balls, and hefting them, I took the right one in between my finger and thumb, and then, carefully, I dug in the nail and pushed it deep into the synthetic tissue. He didn't flinch at all. Yeah, they were rubber all right. Rubber balls. But I sure wasnt going to tell him. Instead, I smiled at him, and told him he was getting older, and that he shouldn't be too hard on himself. I half-lied to him, and told him that he shouldn't expect his body to work like it did when he was seventeen. He nodded, as I held his balls with my left hand. I hefted his worm again with my right, feeling his pole and examining the tip of it as if I was looking for something. There was no puss, or any other sign of disease, although I'd take some blood and run the battery of tests just to make sure. I flicked the tip of it a couple of times, and he blushed red. Still, there was no stiffening; none at all. Next, I had him bend over and then I told him I needed to check his prostate. He knew about the check, but at his age I was surprised he had had it done before. But when he told me that Dr Larkin had checked it during his physical every year, I wasn't surprised of course. I think I should have guessed that and it made me wonder if he wasnt doing it on the teenage boys that came to him for their sports physicals. Well, I sure hoped not. Anyway, getting his ass probed didn't bother this one too much. Of course, that didn't mean he liked it either. I put on the glove and the lube, and then I slipped in my finger and felt for his little bud of an organ. He gasped, and stared straight ahead, not saying much of anything as he felt me touch his soul. I went deeper, and rotated my finger, pressing down hard on his little nut in there. He grunted, and said "OH...GOD I HATE THAT!" A little bit of fluid oozed out the end of his flaccid pole, and I smeared the slick fluid on a glass slide. His prostate was different than it feels is on a man who still has his balls, although the difference is subtle and it would be easy to miss. His walnut sized organ was smooth and healthy. It was somewhat less pronounced than it normally is, but that of course was a direct result of his castration. Finally, I stood up and dropped the slide under the microscope, looking at his sterile precum I had forced from his prostate. It was just as I suspected. He was completely healthy....for a eunuch. But there was no way I could tell him. That was wrong of course, but hell, I knew something had to be done first about the good doctor, and so telling him would interfere with that. Instead, I discussed some of the options, including vardenafil, sildenafil citrate, and tadalafil. Dr Larkin had given him Viagra already, when his erection problems had started, but with his balls missing his sex drive was disappearing and that was the real root of his problem. I took a blood sample, and told him I'd check his testosterone levels as well as check for any venereal diseases. Of course, the hormone check wasn't necessary, as I already knew his testosterone would be damn near zero, but I needed a lab to confirm it, so I could then prescribe hormone replacement therapy. The hormone therapy would give him back his dick, over time, and with the Viagra prescription soon he'd be fucking again. Hopefully, he'd learn to live with that, and not get too suspicious on why his body wasn't working like it used to. But, no matter what I did, he still wouldn't be a man really in any sense of the word. He was instead a nut-less neutered eunuch, and if I didnt artificially adjust his hormone levels, his days of chasing pussy and jerking his meat would be nothing but memories. Of course, I should have gone to the police, but I decided there was another way that justice could be done and I recognized an opportunity and decided to chase after it. I didn't see any reason that I couldn't have a little fun and enjoy my own fantasy, which otherwise I could never have done. So, that very evening I made the call and set up the session with Larkin, urging him on and talking it up enough to get him excited. He invited me over, like I knew he would, setting it all up for Saturday evening. I was really excited about doing what I was going to do, in ways that can't really be described. In the end I knew it would be fun and as far as I was concerned it seemed a pretty justified measure. He would like it too, up until a certain point at least. I hadn't played out a scene with him in a while, and I knew from his tone and the excitement in his voice he would be up and ready. Of course, if he had known where things were really going to go he would have been scared shitless. It seemed to take forever until Saturday arrived. But it finally did, and I gathered my stuff and dressed for the occasion, wearing my leather and playing the scene as a top. When I arrived he popped a boner as soon as he saw me, and it was tenting out his pants like a teenager's prick. Right away I started ordering him around, like a slave, which excited him to a tremendous degree. God he was rock hard, almost eager, totally clueless of course to what I really intended. But even so, his cock was stiff and erect and ready, pushing out his pants, so excited with anticipation that it was dripping. I knew then and there I had made the right decision. Soon enough I had him totally naked, with his fat cock jutting upward at a stiff forty-five degree angle. Once I had him nude, I told him to put his hands behind his back. I cuffed them, and after that I slipped on a leather dog collar and started marching him around like a slave, pushing him forward like he was my toy. He was into it, his thick prick stiff and eager and jutting, sticking upward and bouncing obscenely to his heartbeat as he grinned with excitement. I started things off by slipping a string into a noose and placing it around his nuts, and then making him get down on his knees and suck my cock. I was in the mood, and I was excited too, and I didn't figure he would be anxious to blow me after I had nutted him. But he protested, and wanted to wait until things heated up. I jerked that string on his balls, hard, and his eyes went wide at my aggressiveness. When he told me 'no' I jerked so hard on that string that the noose tightened, and I almost pulled his bag so far under his ass that I could see it. Boy, that surprised him! I wasn't fooling around, and he got that message right away! I think it surprised him, the way I was giving him orders and being so firm so quickly. He didn't protest any more after that, and instead he parted his lips and opened his mouth. I gave his balls another stiff pull, jerking on them until he grunted. Then I pushed my cock through his lips and called him names while I held his head and forced him to suck me dry. He liked it, was into it even, and he did a good job and drank every drop. God he did feel good, and his tongue was talented and he was hot. As I squirted my jism down his throat, I held him like a master would hold a slave, forcing his head onto my cock, thrusting my dick right down his throat. I came then, violently, and it felt wonderful as my seed splashed down the back of his gullet while he was forced to deep throat me. His eyes were so wide as I forced my prick into his mouth, my pubic hair literally right up against his lips. It was fun watching him as he swallowed the essence of everything that made me a man. He ended up with some of my jism dripping down his chin, and I thought that was sexy as hell. After I had pumped out my cream and made him swallow my load, he tried to spit out my prick and take a rest. But I jerked on his nuts again, and told him to "KEEP SUCKING." In fact, I made him suck my prick until I blew a second wad, and then suck it even more until my prick finally went soft and I was completely and totally satisfied. The old saying is really true, that when you have a man by his balls his heart and mind will follow. God, it was one of the best blows of my life. Afterwards, I made him get down on all fours and grovel, hand walking himself around his house like a dog. When he would stop or slow down I would crack a riding crop across his ass, hard, leaving a red mark. If he protested, then I snapped the crop lower, so that it curved around and caught his nuts, and as they would swing from the blow he would yelp with the shock. He really liked being dominated, and it was fun to make him grunt. He got moving then, the game serious in a way but he enjoying every minute of it. He was so excited and his cock was so eager it was literally dripping. I made him crawl down the stairs then, until we were in his dungeon. There were a lot of choices, but I went for his restraint chair, which was built something like a dental chair, complete with a surgical light that could be positioned where I needed it. While it had started out that way, the chair had nothing anymore to do with dentistry, and had been modified for CBT play instead. It had leather restraints for his wrists, ankles, thighs, and forearms. One bigger strap went around his flat stomach. There was a clip for his dog collar, which kept his head pinned back to the back of the chair, and there were padded straps that came up above his knees, and another set below them as well. Suspecting nothing, he hopped right up into it, like a good little slave, and with an eagerness that is hard to describe. Almost before he knew it, I had him tied out and immobile, totally and completely at my mercy. I liked the chair, because it forced him into a semi-sitting position, and by cranking a lever I could spread his legs so wide I could literally look right up his hole. I did that right away, and that exposed his balls and made everything oh-so-reachable. His thick cock was jutting upward, straight up out of his nest of blond pubic hair, and his balls were big and filled his scrotum. I hefted them and gave them a good squeeze, and he tossed his head back and enjoyed the feeling of helplessness. He had a beautiful scrotum, and it was stuffed full with his manhood. As I was feeling it, fondling the individual testicles within his sac he had his head back and was moaning with the pleasure. I liked the soft, tender skin that defined the sides of his sac, and the way his nuts were so soft and were hanging loose beneath him was a tremendously erotic thing to feel. As I was feeling out the location of each individual orb my heart was pounding in my chest, the excitement building by the minute as I contemplated his unmanning. He had no idea, none, and my prick stirred all over again as I felt his meat and pondered it's taking. I reached over to the side table and grabbed a set of nipple clamps, and he started begging then, pretending that he didn't want them to be put into place. But it was a game still at this point, because he wasn't using the safe words, and so I just smiled and played with them for a while. Then, I opened the jaws and set the first one in place, and he yelled and jerked against the restraints as he felt the teeth bite into his tit. I pinched the second nipple, and pulled it outward, toying with it. It turned into an erect little bud in my fingers, as the feeling grew and added to his excitement. I popped the second nipple clamp in place. There was a little chain that ran between then, connecting his nipples that were now pinched off. I pulled an overhead cable down from the ceiling, which ran over a pulley and could be used for suspension play. The pulley was mounted directly over the chair, and as he watched and begged with wide eyes I pulled down the cable and clipped the end of it to a small bungee cord. I slipped the other end of the bungee over the chain that connected his tits, and then, slowly, very slowly, I cranked the winch on the cable until the bungee tightened and began to pull upward on his two nipples. "YEOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" he yelled, thrusting upward against the restraints as he felt the pain in his nipples. "OH..OH SHITTTTTTTTTTT" he yelled again.....and then he said "Hey...not too much.......that's enough man...that's enough!!!! REMEMBER--MY TITS ARE SENSITIVE! BE CAREFUL MAN!" I laughed, really loudly, and then I gave the handle another crank, stretching the bungee a little tighter, and thats when he started to freak. "Ohh...STOP...YELLOW...YELLOW....YELLOW MAN!!!!" I grinned wide. Yellow was a "safe" word, one of the words we had agreed to beforehand that defined our play. It meant for me to back down, but to continue the play, telling me he was reaching a point that was almost too much for him. Under the rules of the game we played, I should have loosened the pressure on his tits at that point and gone on to something else. Instead, I opened my black bag and brought out the package I had retrieved from the hospital. I had disguised it somewhat, and wrapped it up like a Christmas present, complete with a red ribbon and a bow to match I grinned when I showed it to him, and he looked at it and his eyes were so eager with excitement it reminded me of a teenager looking at his first pussy. I told him this gift was just for him, and then, slowly, I unwrapped it as he watched. Finally, I pulled out the sterile bag, and that's when his face went white as he recognized it immediately. The bag contained two large sized silicone testicles, artificial balls that were designed to be used to replace those that are removed during testicular cancer surgery. Of course, he knew all about them, as he had used smaller versions of them on the patients I had seen. When he saw them in my hand I think it confused him to the core. Still, I think at this point he was thinking it was still a part of the game, and his prick got really hard and the end turned purple with his excitement. But he wasn't sure, and he opened his mouth and said: "What the hell...? Hey man.......stop this shit and keep it sane. You're scaring the shit out of me. Just be careful with those, you got that!?" I grinned at him, and then I leaned over him, until I was looking right into his eyes. He was staring at me, with a look of confusion on his face. That's when I said "Listen Larkin....let's not fool each other. I know about your games....and how you enjoy castration fantasies. But you've gone too far this time Doctor...way to far. You see, I know all about them. I saw George Chasting a few days ago, and that's when I finally figured you out. I've seen Michales too, and Rodrigez, Miller, Hanford, and Jones. You have been one busy fucker. I have no idea what your motive has been, but there isnt any doubt you are out of control. Do I need to spell it out for you?" His face went totally white. His eyes grew very wide, and then he said "OK...RED...I'M CALLING A RED. GET ME OUT OF THIS CHAIR...NOW!!!!!" Red of course was our other "safe" word, the big word, the one word when spoken that ended all play. Of course, I wasn't playing anymore, and now that was going to be crystal clear to him. I narrowed my eyes, and grinned again, and then I cranked the handle a little more, and pulled his tits upward then even more until they stretched outward then almost another half of an inch. They were pulled so far upward that they were turned into two little flesh-tents. He yelped, and screamed then, and tried to buck his hips and shake himself loose from his bonds. He panicked too, and I could see it as the fear went through him. Suddenly he was scared, now, really scared, and that's when he started yelling and cussing and begging for me to let him go. I said "Stop your whining.....and understand this. I was going to call the police, yeah, I was going to and I ought to and you and I both know it. But I don't think you want me to do that, do you?" He got quiet, and stared at me then, looking in my eyes. His heart was pounding. I owned him. "No....I didn't think so. You'd spend the rest of your life in prison, and forever be known as the crazy doctor who castrated his patients. Yeah Larkin....you would lose it all. But well, I'm going to do you a favor Doctor, yeah, a big favor, and not say anything to anyone. But of course, my silence comes at a price. And I think you know what it is." His eyes were so wide, and he started to beg me then, really beg, but I leaned over even closer and then I said: "Shut the fuck up you bastard. If you'll be honest with yourself then you will know you deserve it, so I suggest you just lay quiet and relax, and enjoy your greatest fantasy as I make it real for you. You know you have always wanted it, so this is your lucky night! It won't hurt that much; and besides, I'm not going to do anything to you that you havent already done to your patients. But make no mistake, I am going to avenge their loss." He went ballistic then...really in a panic. I didn't need to listen to him anymore, and so I grabbed the penis gag that was sitting on the table next to me and started to push it towards his mouth. When he saw the rubber cock gag in my hand he screamed, and then started yelling "WAIT...FOR GOD'S SAKE...WAIT!!!!!! They deserved it.....they were fucking around and I just taught them a lesson. They didn't deserve their balls! They were cheating on their wives for God's sake! Please...oh PLEASE MAN....YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME!!!!" As he said the word "me" I pushed the gag into his mouth, and he choked and his eyes went wide. I liked the shape of it, a thick little short cock, made of soft rubber, with a big fat head on it. It literally stuffed his mouth, filling it with a rubber cock. It was made just like a penis, and now it was stuffed in his mouth, and while he could bite down on it other than that all he could do was mumble and grunt. I clipped it in place with a strap that went around his neck, and after that he could do nothing but stare and grunt and chew on that rubber cock. I grinned, and then I hefted his balls, feeling his sac. I went and got the scissors and a razor, but couldn't find any shaving cream. I looked for several minutes, and then got another idea and decided I'd do without it. I came back then and took the scissors and started clipping off his pubic hair, removing his thick bush, and he was so scared and mad that he was jerking every muscle as he strained to get loose. I had tried to shave him during an earlier play session a few months before, but he had called a "yellow" and had used the safe word to keep his hair. This time of course he was mumbling all kinds of words, but I didn't care anymore and instead just took his hair in spite of his yelling. He stared with disbelief at what I was doing, but I had to get the hair before I did the surgery and took his balls. After I had got as much as I could with the scissors, I said to him: "Well.....time to take the rest of it. Since I can't find your shaving cream, I'm going to use something else. Perhaps you will enjoy it." With that, I grabbed his stiff dick, which was as thick and as hard as I had ever seen it. I started to jerk his pole then, up and down, up and down, pumping his dick and jacking him off. He grunted, and the look on his face was angry, defiant, and yet there was nothing he could do to stop my fist. I pumped him fast, and he struggled, but all he could really do was watch my hand as I jerked his prick up and down. I increased the speed as his cock thickened, and then, after five or six minutes, he threw his head back, and bucked his hips against the restraints. As he did that, he spurted out his load across his flat stomach and onto his hairless chest, his sperm shooting upward with a vengeance. It was a hell of a wad by any measure, and it came out in lines of cum, some of which went almost to his chin. I milked him until he was dry. "There we go....that's is. Give me your cream so I can take your pubes. That's it.....pump it all out and empty those balls like a good little boy." When he was finished I turned on the light on the dental chair, and adjusted it so it illuminated his genitals. Then I smeared his load of semen over his big balls and through his short pubes that I had already clipped with the scissors. Then, taking the razor, I began to pull it through the remains of his nest, taking it down to skin with every stroke. His slick semen surprisingly made a decent shaving cream, and it was enough to allow me to get the job done without nicking him. Soon, he was as bald as a little boy, and his sac of nuts was so smooth it felt like a baby's bottom. He struggled the entire time, but it didn't matter, and soon enough below the waist he looked like a ten year old. I took some hot water and washed his balls, and then I dried them carefully and completely. Next I painted them up with surgical antiseptic, which really got him jerking. I figured it must have stung like hell, but I needed him clean before I started the surgery. Next, I pulled the surgical tray over into position, so it was between his legs and he was staring at it. He was jerking and thrusting so hard it was something to see, his eyes wide with fear as he stared at the instruments that he knew I was going to use to unman him. I gave the crank another half turn, and his nipples elongated even more. He grunted, staring with disbelief then as the clamps pulled his two tits upward into little posts of flesh. He bucked his hips, his eyes so wide and the fear painted on his face. I grinned, and took his rod and toyed with it, looking at his cock and feeling it in my hands. It was fairly soft then, only semi hard after its recent ejaculation, but it was still thick. The end of it was wet, and looking at it I could see a bead of his semen still filling his little hole. Then I opened up the kit of medical sounds, and when he saw them his eyes went wide. Sound play was something he wasn't into, and it was something he hadn't let me do to him before. Of course, I wasn't playing now, and so I picked up one and moved it toward his half-hard cock. He shook his head, jerking his thighs in a useless attempt to close his legs. I looked at him shaking his head and said: "What....you don't like this one? I thought it was the perfect size, but perhaps you are right and you need a thicker one." God his eyes went wide then! I put back the sound and picked up one two sizes larger. I knew that it would fill his sausage, and as I contemplated that it made me smile. While he watched I lubricated the rod with KY, and then I set the fat end of it against his piss hole. It was quite a bit bigger than his piss slit, and it wasnt going to slide in easily. His eyes went so wide then, and he was shaking his head side to side, begging me, literally, the very idea of the metal rod being pushed into his cock almost more than he could contemplate. I eased it in, just a little, and as it parted the opening in his dick and started to slide inside he bucked his hips and grunted like a madman. I pushed some more, sliding the thick rod down inside of his dick, deeper and deeper and deeper. It's always amazing how the cock will stretch to accommodate it. Then, because I could, I pulled it out a little, and then pushed it back in, in and out, in and out, literally fucking his prick with the smooth metal rod. He slammed his head back, and jerked with every single muscle in his body. I saw his asshole slam shut and then open, and he bucked his hips upward against the restraints. He was in a total panic. I laughed, and then pushed the rod in deeper....all the way in until it went into his bladder. He screamed then, his entire cock stuffed with the metal rod, the sound literally fucking his piss slit as if it was a woman's pussy. His cock stiffened as it felt the rod, and soon he grew stiff around the metal, his entire cock thick once again. It looked funny growing out of his hairless groin, and it looked huge on him without his nest of hair. I liked the look of it though, especially with the shiny end of the metal protruding out, spearing his manhood and filling his cock. I took a break, and went and rummaged around through his drawers until I found the chrome vibrator I knew that he had. I came back with it, and when he saw it he was shaking his head, side to side and begging me then with a look of fear. I lubed it up with more of the KY, and then I just eased it up to his big hole. With his legs spread out in the chair, he really had no choice but to just watch it be done. I pushed the big dildo into him, filling up his ass with the big thick metallic thing, stuffing his rectum as if it was a cunt. I then strapped the dildo to the clip on the chair, that was made for that purpose. It held it deep in his ass, and there was nothing he could do to get it out. I left it there, and leaned over and then I asked: "You ready to be castrated?" He screamed into his gag, desperate, shaking his head in an absolute panic. I laughed, and then I said: "No? Oh, look at your cock.....it's sure ready! I suggest you stop fighting it, and just realize you deserve the experience. You really ought to thank me even. Unlike what you did to your patients, I'm at least telling you that its being done." "UF RFT A MUTHR FUKR.....YLE OH TU THE KOLICE. I ENE IT. I SWHRE EYE YILL" he mumbled into his gag. I squinted my eyes, trying to figure out what he was trying to say. Then I grinned, and I leaned over to him, until my lips were inches in front of his face. I reached out and touched the gag in his mouth, and pushed it in deeper, and then outward, forcing the rubber cock to move around, almost as if the rubber dick was fucking him. He bit down on it, hard, to stop me from moving it. At that point, the look in his eyes was something between panic and fury. That's when I whispered: "Shut the fuck up. You arent gonna say anything to anyone after its been done, and you won't be going to the police. Even you arent that stupid. If you say one word then you will end up rotting in prison for most of your life, and we both know it. So no...you aren't going to say anything at all. Instead, you are going to just keep your legs wide apart and enjoy the feeling as I take out your balls." As I said the word balls, I flicked the switch on the dildo, and it started to vibrate with a vengeance. It was deep inside of him, up against his prostate, and so as he felt it pulsating inside of him he grunted and his eyes went even wider. I don't think he could believe the feeling. Next, I took the TENS box, which is an electrical stimulation device that he kept on the table next to the chair. TENS units have a lot of applications in medicine, and I knew very well how to use them. They are by design a neuro-muscular stimulator, and they have a lot of uses, and are very capable of supplying a very stimulating shock, in a pulsating frequency that can be extremely intense and will last as long as the unit is turned on. The frequency and magnitude of the shock are both adjustable, and if applied in the proper way to the proper place, can cause intense pain or intense pleasure. The TENS unit he had next to the chair had two electrodes, each with an alligator clip on the end of them. He had purchased one of the most powerful units on the market, and so he was well aware of its capabilities. As he watched, I took the first clip and connected it to the metal dildo that was vibrating in his ass. The second electrode I clipped to the metallic sound that was stuffed down his cock. As he saw me do that, he started to scream, knowing that I could do anything to him at that point, anything at all. When I turned on the TENS unit the path of electricity would travel in an alternating current, back and forth, down his cock, through his prostate, and out his ass, and then again in the opposite direction. If I wanted, I could make him cum....and I could force his ejaculation to continue as long as I wanted. Or, I could fry his genitals if I so desired. He was totally vulnerable, and as he looked at the wires and saw where they were connected, he stared and his face went white. I grinned at him. Then I set the dials to match the desired frequency, and then I turned on the TENS unit to its minimum setting. He grunted then, loudly, and he slammed his hips upward, against the restraints, literally bucking his hips from the intensity of the electrical pulsations that were now surging though his genitals. I noticed right away his cock started twitching. His asshole seemed to grip the dildo, tight, and it quivered there, tightening and then loosening in rhythmic contractions that seemed to consume his being. I wasnt in any hurry, so I left and washed my hands, scrubbing for the surgery I was about to perform. Then I pulled on the latex gloves, and holding my hands high in the air, I came back to him. He was staring with disbelief, as the vibrating dildo pulsated, while at the same time the TENS unit fired off its own electronic impulses in rhythmic pulsations that went straight through his prostate and out and up his cock. I looked at him, and then I said: "I think it's time Doctor. It's time for your balls to go, and time for you to cum." I grinned as I said that, and then with a full turn of the knob, I increased the intensity of the pulsations and watched then as he was forced over the edge and began to spontaneously ejaculate. He was grunting then, his eyes wide with the feeling, and his entire body spasmed, as the forced ejaculation started. He grunted then as he started to cum again in waves more intense than anything he had ever felt before. Of course, this time he had a metal rod in his cock and so there was no way for the semen he was trying to squirt to escape. But he was cumming even so, and the look of shock on his face as it was being forced upon him was totally priceless. It was just so damn funny watching him shoot and shoot and shoot and he having no control of any of it. Yeah, he shot his wad, deep inside of himself, the sperm boiling up and then backwashing into his nuts and prostate. He was cumming and cumming and cumming, the sexual muscles pumping continuously to the electrical stimulation that pulsated up and through him. He slammed his head back as the electronic stimulation continued. He started trying to buck his hips in his desperation to get loose, trying to pull out the wires and to stop the feeling. He was turning and twisting as he fought the feelings, his over stimulated cock throbbing into the air, fucking it, like it had never throbbed before. I was holding his balls with my left hand as he was ejaculating, and I had the scalpel in my right, holding it against his sac and poised to make the slice. As his orgasm continued I pushed in on the scalpel and opened his scrotum. He felt it, felt the cut, and he was staring down as I was doing it. Still, the TENS device continued to stimulate him, forcing his ejaculation to continue, his rock hard cock bouncing up and down and up and down, the end flared and big and throbbing as he came and came and came. He banged his head back in frustration, the feeling of the stimulation way too much for him. I didn't care, and opened up his big scrotum and then pushed out both of his balls as the forced orgasm continued. He was screaming into his gag as I was castrating him, but while the pain was severe it wasnt overwhelming. The stimulation of the TENS unit masked a lot of it, and his over-stimulated nerve endings simply couldn't handle the overload. He bucked his hips and continued to cum, his body squirting out his jism from his prostate as I was nutting him. Of course the load of cream was all damned up by the metal rod in his cock, which was conducting the electronic stimulating from the TENS unit right down his shaft. None-the-less, he shot and shot and shot his load of cream, continuously. It couldn't go anywhere of course, but just backed up inside of him as he retro-ejaculated it again and again and again. With his scrotum open I held his two exposed balls in my hand, feeling his nuts. The man had big nuts, really big, and they were each almost the size of a hen egg. In a way, it seemed a waste to take them. They were literally pulsating in my hand as he was ejaculating, and it was interesting to feel his manhood as he was trying to pump out a wad with his cock plugged. While he was rocked by his ongoing orgasm, I put a single suture around each of his blood vessels that fed his balls, so that when I cut them there wouldnt be a lot of blood to contend with. Of course, he was watching it be done to him, and yet he was powerless to do anything abut it. Finally, it was time. I grinned then, and while he continued to ejaculate I flicked the edge of the scalpel and snipped the vas deferens of his left ball, slicing through his blood vessel in the same instant. He slammed up hard against his restraints, and strained with every muscle to close his legs together. Half-castrated, he stared at what I was doing to him and grunted with a desperation that only a man being nutted can exhibit. When I cut off his left ball his load of pent up cream came shooting out of the cut sperm duct, under pressure, the cream thick and copious as it finally found an escape path. He grunted then, as he squirted out his load through the tube that just moments before had been attached to his nut. He bucked his hips as his load of cream shot from his severed cord. There was white jism everywhere then, and my hands became slick with it. I grinned. God it was a big wad, and it pumped out of him, bypassing his cock, almost as if he was desperate to fertilize something, even if it was nothing but the chair he was strapped to. Next, I took his right ball into my hand, and laid the blade right up and under it. I stared into his eyes then, and he into mine, and for a second I hesitated, letting the moment between manhood and nothing linger. He was looking right at the knife, staring with disbelief as his cock quivered and I prepared to take his last remaining ball. He looked up, into my eyes, begging me with his look of absolute desperation, and that's when I winked at him. At that same instant I just moved the scalpel and snipped off his right nut, completing his bilateral orchiectomy with another single stroke of the knife. He grunted as I castrated him, and bile came up in his throat. He almost vomited, almost, but swallowed it back down. I'll never forget that look on his face. His big bald dick was oh-so-big, the end of it flared and purple and pulsating as it bounced up and down for the last time. He was a eunuch then, and I suppose I should have shut off the TENS at that point and allowed him to collapse. However, his cock was so big and fat and eager, still jutting upward, even without his balls, that it just seemed fitting to keep it that way for a little bit longer. So, I left the TENS unit going, and took the opportunity instead to show him his severed nuts. I held them right up to his face, so he could get a good look at them, and know for certain that it had been done. Then, I dropped the pair of them on his belly, next to his quivering cock which was continuing to spasm and to pulsate. I don't know why then, but for some reason as he looked at his severed balls I reached over then and turned up the TENS unit as far as I could, to its highest setting, and when I did that he rose up against his restraints and started screaming continuously. Of course, his ongoing orgasm intensified to an unbelievable level. He bucked his hips like a madman, the pleasure instantly becoming painful, and he screamed and grunted into his gag as his ball-less cock came and came and came. I let the electricity shoot through his prostate, burning his pleasure center and making sure he learned his lesson. As that was happening, I took the time to suture in his silicone balls. That took a few minutes, as I wanted them in place where they would look and feel natural, and there is a trick to doing it and getting it right. I had picked out oversized ones, and they looked funny as I sewed them into his scrotum, but he had always had big balls so I thought it fitting to keep that consistency and now of course they were even bigger than before. Finally, satisfied, I had them in place, and when it was done I then stitched up his bag. The entire time I was doing this I let the TENS unit going full out, the electricity shooting down the rod in his cock and out his ass like a bolt of lightening. Of course, it had to hurt like hell. I could have cared less though, and as far as I was concerned he deserved his misery. Finally, I turned off the switch. It's sort of funny, but after it was all done his scrotum looked exactly the same as it did before I had started, although now it was stuffed with two artificial testicles that were bigger than the ones he had had. They would have been an improvement for him, except that they were made of rubber. That made me grin, and I gave his big bag a firm pat, smacking his sac hard enough to make him grunt. Then, I jerked out the metal sound that was still in his cock, and when it came out the last of his load of cream came up with it, almost like a small pent up fountain. His final load of semen was actually hot to the touch, and as it oozed out his cock and ran down the outside of his shaft it almost sizzled. I then turned off and withdrew the chrome vibrator from his ass. Next, I took off the nipple clamps, and rubbed his stretched nipples to get the blood flowing to them. That hurt too of course, although he was too exhausted really to care. Instead, he collapsed, spent and totally exhausted, a eunuch now and totally unmanned. His cock deflated almost instantly, and in less than a minute was totally flaccid and spent, a useless worm that would never get hard again. He and I knew that he had had the last and final orgasm of his life, and as I looked at his severed nuts sitting in the spent cream spilled on his belly it occurred to me he deserved what I had done to him. I stared at him for a full minute, looking at his wide open ass that seemed to wink at me. My own thick prick had gotten so hard as I had nutted him it was almost painful, and I didn't see any reason not to leave satisfied. So, as he watched me, I lowered the leather jock and let my prick escape, and then I took my hard meat and eased it toward his hole. He didn't say anything, but just watched. From his stomach, I took a little bit of his semen I had forced from his balls and smeared it over my cock, lubricating my pole with the slickness of his stolen seed. Then, because the chrome dildo had stretched his hole, I was able to slide into him easily, all the way to the hilt until my balls were up against the outside of his ass. His hole was warm, really warm, probably from the electricity that had been surging through it. God it felt good, and the muscles in his ass gripped my slickened cock, the tightness of his hole better than anything I could have imagined. I started to move my hips then, thrusting my rod in and out of his hole, fucking him, and savoring the feeling of bliss as I was doing it. I began stroking at high speed, fucking his ass with a vengeance, and enjoying knowing he was powerless to prevent it. But I didn't want to hurry, and so instead I slowed down than and let myself enjoy it. I owned him, and filled his ass with my hard cock, as his own soft prick lay flat and useless across his stomach. I was staring at his two balls that were resting above it, severed and useless and unimportant. God he felt good! I fucked him faster, and he started to grunt, his eyes wet then with tears. He was totally embarrassed and humiliated and his face was red with his shame as he felt himself being mounted like an animal. I fucked him faster then, my cock going into his hole like a piston, in and out and in and out, and the feeling felt better with every stroke. Finally, I threw my head back and grabbed his nipples, and as I tweaked them I shot my jism into him, filling up his bowels with my living seed. The look of defeat in his eyes was priceless, and it occurred to me that I had totally dominated him. He knew it too, and just lay there then feeling my sperm as it squirted into him. I shot a hell of a load, and pumped my jism deep into his rectum, and as I was ejaculating I pushed into him so deep my cock rammed into his hot little prostate. I stayed that way long after my balls were empty, and just savored the feeling of the muscles in his ass as they continued to grip and hold my rod. I didn't move at all then, and just enjoyed that feeling, letting them grip me until I finally grew soft. It was several long minutes before I finally extracted my satisfied pole, and some of my jism dribbled out of his ass when I did. He just stared at me, staring at my satisfied prick that had fucked him like a whore. When I was done, I thanked him for his hot ass, and then I picked up his balls and flushed them down the toilet, to make sure he didn't go for a miracle. After that I unstrapped him and left. Of course he never called me again. In fact, I never heard another thing from him, although I have since heard from others that his practice has improved and he's a much better doctor. I do know that he didnt come to any of the play parties after that, and I guess they just didn't interest him like they used to. Another thing I know for certain is that he doesnt do vasectomies anymore. As for his neutered patients, I've placed a few of them on hormone therapy and they are doing quite well with it. They have no idea why their testicles stopped producing testosterone, but they have embraced the hormone therapy and it has given them back what it is they wanted. As for the rest, well they are actually very happy with their impotence and are even enjoying the quiet solitude and satisfaction that many eunuchs come to know. Sex has lost its importance in their lives, and their minds are free and open and uncluttered, and in many ways I think they enjoy life in ways that others cannot. As for me, I continue to play the games and jerk my meat to the memories I've made. I'll never forget taking those balls, or the way his cock ejaculated continuously while I opened his sex and stole his manhood. The final moment, when I stole his balls and took his ass is probably my fondest memory, and that feeling of domination over another male will likely never be repeated. But I have the memory, and it is oh-so-sweet, and without doubt was one of the most erotic things I've ever done. [Authors note: © Copyright July, 2004. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author. 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