Great Balls on Fire

But the climate isn’t the only warm thing in the southern hemisphere.

Sometimes (often where I am) a pair (or two or three or twenty) of those gorgeous masculine spheres also soak up the sun (or lighter fluid or other incendiary substance) in the hemisphere down here.

Eunuch.org is one of the favorite web sites in the cartel Chateau where I have been stationed, but not stationary, for the last few months. To the great authors on the site, let me say that your talents are highly praised at this top-shelf pony farm.

If you write it, they do it...

Anything, within in reason. And basically there is no reason around here.

Whatever tempts you or turns you on is available. That is, if your tanned-scrotum coin purse has more than just small change. It better have the ready-access number of your large Swiss or Cayman bank account too.

... For example, a couple months back a eunuch.org author gave instructions on how to remove a penis head. The glans-removal plan was just grand. Go to one of the many sub-male livestock barns and see for yourself.

Then there was the modest proposal for a holiday cock-removal party. Every proposed playful act was acted out with great sucking and with great success.

Lately, I’ve been writing screen plays for their extreme erotic productions. Actual shooting is months away, so let me tell you about one of the unscripted episodes I’ve seen lately.

Did any of you realize that many, many men around the big, big world would do just about anything, anything to enjoy the pleasure of losing, losing their balls, balls, balls?

Of course you realize it. That’s why you hang out, or hang them out, at eunuch.org.

Just the other day, a couple of German sissy-boys-in-love came to cum together where they really did see fireworks. Because in part their parts were the fireworks.

And they wanted beautiful naked women to light their fire.

They were pampered and prepped for days. They were just gorgeous when it was time for their gorgeous gory ceremony.

Two tight glory holes in the same large pane of thermal-resistant glass. Four large gonads popped through the holes, ready for fun on the business side of the glass.

Their exposure was perfect. Their view of their own perfection was also perfect. Crystal clarity for their event of rarity.

We could see just fine too. And the Hollywood-caliber film crew and equipment also aimed just right.

The naked beauties were flown in special, because they had registered (and paid for) their own fantasies to one day be fulfilled. This was the day, the day their fem-dom dreams to burn some balls would be theirs to live.

Flambé of faggot was the lunch special that day.

Marinated in grain alcohol, the gonads sizzled with appetizing aroma. The happy male donors were sutured and ready to be sent on their happy way.

One of the girls was a French gourmet chef.

The preparation and the presentation were perfect.

Even the happy, happy newly ball-less happily feasted their eyes on the fantastic feast.

They were offered, and hungrily accepted, a small taste of themselves.

Last, but not least.