Final Days

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Final Days

A rather wide-ranging story in answer to the request in the story 
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And now… Final Days

Hi. I’m Kevin Zegers. I don’t know where to start. I mean, everybody 
wants to hear about famous people. Supermarket rags talk about all 
the liposuction procedures and the silicone breasts. The magazines 
are full of all the other stuff like divorce and who’s having sex 
with who. But there’s one thing they don’t talk about. I think it’s 
barbaric and unfair but it’s already happened to me, and there is no 
going back. I may as well tell you all about it in the hopes that 
this ugly custom is someday ended.



I knew this was going to happen since I was about six or seven. When 
I was that young I didn’t care because it was only a little flap of 
skin and some funny round things that they were talking about taking 
off. I mean, they didn’t do anything but get in the way and it really 
hurt if you got kicked there. Mom told me that it would be for the 
best, and I believed her. All the other kids would tell jokes about 
those parts of a boy, and I did too.



When I turned 11, I was starting to get fan mail from these girls all 
over the world. They sent pictures of themselves sometimes. Sometimes 
they sent really GOOD pictures with next to nothing on. That was 
really good, but I had to get to the pictures before my parents did 
or they would throw them away. Some of them even wanted to know 
really personal stuff like if I had any girlfriends yet. My penis, a 
word I learned since I was six, was starting to grow. I knew about 
puberty and stuff like that but hadn’t seen anything in the mirror 
that would show that I was starting it. 



When I was 12 and a half my mother took me to the doctor because I 
had made the mistake of mentioning that my testicles (another new 
word) were a little sore. I stripped down to my briefs like they told 
me too and sat up on that cold table with my Mom in the chair at the 
foot of the table. The chair was sitting so that mom was forced to 
look straight into my crotch as I sat there on the table. I was kind 
of embarrassed because she seemed to be looking really hard at the 
bulge in my cotton briefs. She had this weird look on her face; her 
eyes were kind of glazed and her mouth was scrunched up and to one 
side. She had never been so obvious about looking at me before. 



Since I hadn’t been to the doctor for a while, he did a full 
physical. He started by listening to my chest and taking blood 
samples. He “Humphhed” and “Hmmd” and finally popped the big 
question. 



“Alright Kevin. Tell me why you’re here today?”



I ducked my head in shame because my mom was still sitting there. I 
mean- I had told her why, and she had brought me, but I was still 
embarrassed that she would hear this.



“Well… My testicles have been kinda sore lately.”



It seemed like such a small thing really, and I was suddenly feeling 
very guilty about wasting the doctor’s time.



But Doc understood my fears and tried to put me at ease as he pulled 
me off the table to stand on the floor. 



“Well Kevin, most boys your age get pains in their genitals. It’s 
part of growing up you know. Could you slip your shorts down for me 
please?”



And that was it. I was going to have to get naked in front of my 
mother for the first time since she gave me baths when I was six. I 
guess I should have seen it coming. My face was bright red and I’m 
sure Doc could feel the heat as I pulled my briefs down and stood up. 



“Yes Kevin” the doctor said as he looked at my genitals. “I believe 
the pains that you are feeling are natural. You are entering puberty, 
rather early I should say.” 



Mom was staring openly at my crotch. 



“Doc.” Mom asked. “Kevin is due for the procedure when he turns 14. 
Do you think we should have it done earlier?”



Doc reached down and fingered my little patch of brown hair. Then his 
fingers strayed down to where my little penis was hanging. He grabbed 
my shoulder to steady me as the cold latex glove touched the 
sensitive part under the head. 



“No Mrs. Zegers. Boys need to mature to the full 14 years before the 
procedure is performed. “  Doc’s finger continued lower as he began 
to gently finger my testicles.



“Kevin, have you experienced any nocturnal emissions?



I didn’t think I could be embarrassed any more but I was wrong. 



“No.”



“Do you masturbate yourself?”



Oh God, these questions in front of my mother!



“Occasionally.”



“Are you sexually active?”



“NO!”



Mom’s maternal instincts kicked in at that response. “Now Kevin, 
don’t be rude.” 



Doc smiled at me and said. “It’s alright Kevin, I understand. “



“Have you ever been able to ejaculate?”



The room fell into dead silence. What could I say? My body was 
obviously maturing. Everything was bigger than it had ever been 
before- certainly bigger than the last time mom had seen it. My penis 
was starting to get hard from the questions. The foreskin was 
starting to pull back off of the head. My balls were hanging loose in 
their sack, and that little patch of dark brown hair above my dick 
topped everything. Mom was leaning forward in her chair taking 
everything in. I knew I was done for already so there was only one 
possible answer to that question.



“Yes.” 



Mom sat back hard in her chair.



“OK Kevin” Doc said, slapping my right butt cheek as he walked past 
me to his work table. “You can get dressed now. Wait for your Mom out 
in the waiting room please.”



I did so, and a few minutes later Mom came out of the door leading to 
the doctor’s office. I was sitting in the waiting room with my head 
in my hands. Mom came up to me and stopped. I saw her feet in front 
of me through my fingers and looked up at her. 



“Let’s get something straight Kevin. No more masturbating. Now let’s 
go home.”



Two weeks before my 13th birthday I was home for a few weeks before 
my next shoot. I hadn’t been able to obey Mom’s instructions very 
well. I mean, I tried, but it’s so hard when you’re hard. I think 
it’s addictive. I managed to keep my jerking off a secret from 
everybody. I’m glad I did because I’m certain that mom would have had 
me cut right away if she had caught me. Then I found something better…



All the other kids at my school (when I was there anyway) had 
girlfriends. All the girls in my school knew me since I was in the 
movies. I knew it when they would whisper behind my back, and I 
occasionally heard that one or another of them had started a rumor 
that they were dating me. They all knew that they had to act fast if 
they wanted to play with dicks since sixty percent of the boys would 
be castrated when they turned 14. The ones that weren’t cut were very 
popular and most girls couldn’t get a dick to play with unless they 
dated a boy that was younger. If the rumors were true, then every 
girl in my town wanted to suck and jerk and otherwise ‘torture’ a 
boy’s genitals. They had an incredible appetite for young sperm, and 
if all the rumors were to be believed; they wanted mine.



None of the girls knew which boys would be cut and which wouldn’t 
since none of the boys told. Every boy wanted a girlfriend that would 
do stuff. If a boy told a girl that he was in for the cut then 
obviously that boy wouldn’t be any good for much longer. I mean- he 
would be good for marrying because they say that castrated boys are 
more understanding to a woman’s needs. Fourteen year old girls though 
aren’t thinking about marriage though. They want to play with the 
dicks, and that is a limited time offer.



I was thinking about which girl I wanted to take to the dance. I 
kinda knew that nobody actually danced much at those things, but I 
was still embarrassed to ask a girl because I don’t know how to dance 
real well. 



I was going through my fan mail and trying to decide who I would ask 
to the dance when I noticed an envelope that had an Ontario postmark 
on it. I slit the envelope open with the letter opener. A picture 
fell out onto my bed, a picture of a beautiful girl. Better yet- she 
didn’t have anything on. She was sitting on the bed with her legs 
spread and her head tilted back. I mean, I had seen other pictures in 
the magazines, and once in awhile I had seen girls topless. I see my 
sisters all the time since they have no shame, but they aren’t much 
to look at. But this girl, THIS GIRL WAS A GODDESS. I looked around, 
half expecting Mom to come popping out of the closet to rip the 
picture out of my hands.



I turned the picture over and written on the back . “I’m waiting for 
you Kevin. Love Michelle.” She had written her phone number also. I 
could tell by the exchange that she was in Windsor.



Well that was it. I ripped my underwear down and jerked furiously 
until my sperm was shooting all over my chest. I don’t know what it 
was, I usually don’t lose control like that. When I recovered I 
carefully hid the picture in my best hiding place, the air vent. Then 
I carefully cleaned myself up before turning out the light and going 
to bed. 



I tossed and turned all night long. When I finally gave up the next 
morning I had decided to find out what she was about. I took the 
picture down long enough to get the number from the back, and a 
hardon from the front. I carefully replaced the picture and sitting 
on my bed, stared at the phone for a full ten minutes before getting 
enough balls to place the call. 



Ring. 



Ring.



“Hello?”



Sounded like a little kid. “Could I speak to Michelle please?”



CLUNK! I guessed that the phone had fallen. In the background I could 
faintly hear: “Micky’s got a boyfriend! Micky’s got a boyfriend!” and 
then, “Oh shut up Sam.” 



I could hear the phone being picked up and then.



“Hello?”



I paused and pulled my tongue back into submission. Just the voice 
was giving me a hardon. 



“I got your picture.”



Silence from the other end of the line. And then: “Would you like to 
catch a movie or something?”



From then on it seemed like the most natural thing in the world to 
talk to this girl. I mean, after the picture, she didn’t have any 
secrets anymore. About two hours later, and after arranging to meet 
at the local theatre, we finally got off of the phone. 



I don’t even remember much of the movie. Michelle didn’t try anything 
that night. I was too shy to ask what she meant by sending the 
picture to me. The closest that I got was saying how nice she looked- 
and that was no lie. 



We saw each other several times during the next few days. Then 
Tuesday after school, I met her at the corner ice cream shop and 
bought her a vanilla cone. We spent the next few minutes talking 
about nothing when she suddenly turned full toward me.



“Nobody’s home at my house” Michelle said and slowly licked her 
vanilla cone.



I was instantly nervous. I mean, I had expected this to happen 
eventually, but Michelle would be my first. I certainly hadn’t 
discussed anything sexual with her- and she sure as hell didn’t know 
that I was going to be cut in a year. I couldn’t say anything, but I 
got up anyway and followed her on our bikes to her house. 



 The next few hours are a blur of stop-action memories. Michelle was 
naked almost as soon as we were inside. Then I remember that we were 
in her bedroom. I was suddenly wearing nothing but my red briefs, 
then I was wearing nothing and Michelle had a firm grip at the base 
of my dick with one hand while she peeled my foreskin back from the 
head with her other hand. I remember her tongue sticking out of her 
mouth. I remember that first we touch on the end of my dick. I 
remember cumming and watching my sperm splash between her firm 
breasts. Then I remember little else for the next two hours. 



We met many times during the next two weeks until I went away to my 
next shoot. Michelle had the most gifted tongue and the softest 
hands. She taught me a whole lot about pleasing a girl too. We did 
everything a boy and a girl could do, except that final step. I 
tried, I was between her legs and my dick could feel her hot wetness, 
but I stopped when she said that she was saving that for when she got 
married. I couldn’t rape her, and I still couldn’t work up the guts 
to tell her that I was going to be cut in a few months. But we left 
it at that, and I went to my next shoot.  



It was August 19, 1998, one month before THE birthday. My mom was 
holding my hand as we crossed the street from the parking lot to the 
office on the corner. 



“Look both ways before you cross the street, Kevin! I don’t want you 
getting hurt.”



“Yes, Mom.” As if she cared. 



The sign on the corner said “Youth Clinic” and offered little else in 
the way of explaining what happened in that building. 



Mom had told me the night before that she had made an appointment 
with Nurse Anderson or her daughter Briony, who had recently been 
board certified in youth castration and genital surgery. I was 
immediately suspicious that she intended to have me cut right away 
before I went on my next assignment called “Four Days”.  I knew that 
I was entitled to a last night, but Mom didn’t mention anything about 
that. There were no gifts, no special meals, and no sexual 
satisfaction since Michelle was not home. Then the inevitable 
happened and the day dawned just like every other. 



The heavy wood street door slammed shut behind us. The light inside 
was rather dim compared to the bright sun outside. The receptionist 
looked up at us and addressed us by name.



“Mrs. Zegers, Kevin, Miss Anderson will see you in room three please.”



With no choice, I meekly followed my mother through the indicated 
door and entered a small office with a desk, a few chairs, and a sink 
in one corner. Mom and I sat down and waited for the witch to come in 
to see us. 



A few minutes later, I heard the door to the office open behind me.



“Good afternoon everyone.” Nurse Anderson cheerfully said as she 
swept around the desk and settled into her chair. 



“Good afternoon” mom said as she leaned forward in her chair. I could 
tell that I was effectively being cut out of the conversation. 



“We are here to schedule the procedure for Kevin here. He turns 14 in 
a month.” Mom declared.



Nurse Anderson coolly regarded me as she listened to what Mom said. 



“The problem is that Kevin will be on location when he turns 14.” Mom 
went on. “Our family doctor has explained that it is important that 
the boy be given as much time as possible to mature. I’m sure he is 
ready to be cut now… ”



I cringed when I heard this. Of course, Nurse Anderson noticed this 
and smiled slightly as Mom continued. 



“But I am willing to give him the benefit of the doubt and allow him 
this last month, even against my better judgement.”



“We could of course perform the procedure at any time” Nurse Anderson 
answered. “But we could do the procedure on location as easily as 
here. This last month won’t affect the outcome of the procedure in 
any way.”



I didn’t like the direction of this conversation at all. I had hoped 
to get an extra few weeks out of my balls because I, and they, would 
be on location, far away from the horrible tools of Nurse Anderson 
here. Now the witch was saying that she could do it on location as 
easily as cutting my hair. For the first time, I felt fear about the 
coming day when my manhood, as I had recently begun to think of it, 
would be taken from me.



I spoke up. “How will you do that?”



“My daughter “ Nurse Anderson patiently explained “will travel to 
your location, perform the procedure, and return here. She will 
return to your side a week later to check the progress of your 
healing. You will need to explain the circumstances to the director 
so any strenuous activities can be performed before the procedure. 
You won’t want to walk for a few days.”



It sounded so clinical and cold when the Nurse discussed it. Didn’t 
anyone in this room, besides me, realize that this was wrong? Mom was 
nodding her head as she agreed to this strategy for taking my 
manhood. 



Mom and the Witch discussed the terms of my emasculation. It was 
agreed that Mom would pay the travel expenses for Briony and her 
equipment. Our insurance would cover the cost of the actual procedure 
itself. It all boiled down to $1,500. So little for so much. 



How much are those balls in the window? Why they’re $1,500. It was 
sick. 



Michelle and I were down to the last two days that we could possibly 
see each other. At least, see each other with my manhood intact. She 
still didn’t know that I was in for the cut. We had a lot of fun 
those two days. I didn’t know how to tell her, but she knew how to 
please me and I knew how to please her. We concentrated on what we 
knew while I struggled with how I would be able to end this. 



I didn’t want her to see me without my balls and dick so I had to 
tell her now. 



But I couldn’t. I decided in my cowardice to end it by making 
Michelle the bad guy.  I slipped between her legs and got as far as 
the entrance to her pussy before she stopped me with a soft “Please 
no.” I just couldn’t do it. I wanted to. I was there, but I just 
couldn’t push that last inch into her. 



“That’s it! I’ve had enough of your games bitch!” I said, not 
believing what was coming out of my mouth. “Don’t call me ever again.”



And with that I got up, dressed, and rode my heartbreak back to my 
house. 



The next day was a blur of preparation for travel. I stubbornly 
packed my jockstrap and cup- although I knew that the procedure was a 
mere week off now. I doubted that I would need them before I no 
longer needed them. My sisters were looking at me oddly, as if they 
expected me to turn into some kind of monster. Then we were off to 
the airport. 



Michelle was on the street corner waving good-bye as our car cruised 
past. 



The first few days of the shoot were as hectic as they usually are. I 
knew that my mom had told the director because all the action shots 
were re-scheduled for those first few days. I hadn’t had as good of a 
workout in a long time. I think the rumor was out on the set too 
because everyone on the cast and crew was whispering behind my back. 
When I turned around, they would act as if nothing were going on. 



I knew better, and I feared the worst.



Suddenly it was dawning Friday morning. This was my last day as a 
man, and my last night was tonight. I knew that mom was making 
preparations for my last night, and my birthday party tomorrow. The 
only way I could figure, I would have a ‘surprise’ (as usual) 
birthday party, and then be in for the cut in the afternoon. 



My last day went quickly. I did some stunts, and winced every time 
the director would yell; “Cut!” The whispering increased as the day 
went on.



Dinner was special. Mom had made a ham and some special pasta dishes. 
Everything was quiet on the set. You could hear the evening noises 
from outside the trailer. I had hoped Dad could come, but mom had 
explained that he was occupied at work back home- so it was just us. 
I may as well have been alone. 



“Kevin” mom started. Then was unable to continue. 



“Why do you have to do this mom?” I screamed. “It’s not fair!” 



“No, “ mom softly replied, “it’s not fair, but it’s the law and you 
have been chosen. I expect you to act like the young man you are when 
you go into that trailer tomorrow.”



“I’ve got some stuff for you for your last night. “ Mom continued as 
she pulled a few puny boxes out from under the cabinet. “I’ll leave 
you alone here tonight so you can have the entire trailer for 
yourself.” And with that she was gone. 



The boxes contained the obligatory soft porn books and a videotape of 
the same kind of thing. Neither one contained anything more hard-core 
than women posed in various positions, none of them particularly 
revealing. Another box contained a pair of panties that had obviously 
not been used. The only thing that set them off was that they were 
Mom’s size. I clipped the sales tag from the waistband and considered 
what was going to happen the next day. I couldn’t help it. My 
thoughts returned to that picture of Michelle in the air vent back 
home, I now wished I had been brave enough to bring it. The memory of 
it and the fun we had together served well enough and I spent my last 
night alternating between feeling sorry for myself, and jerking off. 



The inevitable happened again and the day dawned bright. I knew this 
was the day and I briefly entertained the possibility of running 
away. I decided in the end though that I probably wouldn’t be able to 
get away from the set without somebody seeing me and stopping me. 



A pounding on the door eventually convinced me to get up. My sheets 
were caked with sticky cum from the last time I had humped the 
pillow, so I peeled them off of my skin and then off of the bed 
before I dressed and answered the door. 



“Come on Kevin “ mom said as she came into the trailer. Her eyes 
immediately took in the pile of crumpled sheets and her nose picked 
up the smell of cum on the air. “You need to go out and get breakfast 
before the caterers stop serving. You’re going to need your strength 
today.” 



And she was off, cleaning and straightening the trailer as she went. 
The last thing I saw as I left to go to breakfast was Mom as she 
picked up the sheets at arm length and tossed them in the cleaning 
hamper.



The cast and crew were hanging out behind the catering trailer, just 
as I expected. They all jumped out screaming “Surprise!” and making 
TOTAL fools out of themselves. We cut the cake and I was presented 
with presents and a bunch of balloons. They had arranged for a water 
balloon fight. I found out by being pelted with several as I stood 
there having opened the last of the gifts.. I did get into that, and 
spent a very happy thirty minutes tossing my balloons at costars and 
crew members. I got a great hit on Colm-right in the back of the 
head, and another on the director. Then suddenly it was over. I was 
soaked to the bone and needed a change of clothes before what I knew 
would happen that day. It was strange knowing what was going to 
happen- but not when or even how. I didn’t think that was fair 
either. 


I tied my shoes together and slung them over my shoulder as I headed 
barefoot back to my trailer with my balloons in hand. As I was almost 
to the door, a water balloon sailed over my shoulder. I turned around 
and saw a few members of the crew with balloons in hand. Eric, one of 
the gaffers, snapped a quick picture of me with my mouth wide open, 
hand on hip. The picture turned out to be the last of me as a whole 
man. I laughed off the surprise and turning, walked the last few 
steps to the trailer with water balloons sailing past of all sides. I 
didn’t think I would ever be dry again. 



When I walked into the trailer I let go of the balloons and watched 
them float to the ceiling. I tugged my black polo shirt over my head 
as I turned toward my bedroom. I didn’t notice my mom standing there, 
or the other young woman, a girl really, until I was fully in my 
bedroom. I guess that’s what I get for walking with my eyes shut and 
the shirt pulled over my eyes. I instantly figured out what was about 
to happen- and the fear redoubled in my gut. I was almost physically 
sick as mom introduced Briony as the Board certified nurse who would 
perform the procedure. Mom had always been able to reduce 
the ‘procedure’ to the level of a hang-nail removal. 



I noticed that my room had been converted while I was at the party. 
The bed had been replaced with one of those adjustable hospital 
gurneys and the other furniture was covered. The straps on the gurney 
unnerved me, and I again considered running for my manhood. I sensed 
that it was already too late though. There was a covered table next 
to the head of the gurney and I imagined that the tools for my 
emasculation were hidden under that innocent looking green cloth. 



Mom was talking, and I finally focused on what she was saying. 
Something about how the director had re-arranged everyone else’s time 
on the set so that I could have a week to recover from 
the ‘procedure’. 



“Now take the rest of your clothes off so Briony can get started. “ 
Mom said as she moved toward me with her hands clutching at my belt. 
What did she think, I couldn’t undress myself?



Briony was at the head of the gurney as Mom succeeded in unfastening 
my belt. I batted her hands away and slowly unbuttoned the fastener 
at the top of my pants fly. The zipper seemed to pop pop pop open as 
I drew the draw down. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of the pretty blue 
vinyl that covered the gurney.



 I felt like I was going to my execution.



“Hurry up! Kevin!” mom said as I stepped out of my cargo pants. She 
made as if she might start grabbing at my white briefs to try and 
pull them off, so I took a step toward Briony and the gurney. Briony 
had a neutral expression on her face as I pulled my briefs off and 
stood waiting for her instructions. 



“OK Kevin, get up on the bed please “ Briony said, patting the vinyl 
surface next to her. 



In a daze, I sat on the middle of the bed and spun around so I was 
laying with my head toward the window. Mom was standing at the foot 
of the bed as Briony began by strapping my right arm firmly down to 
the surface of the bed. I couldn’t understand the need for straps. I 
was here wasn’t I? It’s not like I was going to run- alright I was, 
but I didn’t. 



Both of my arms were secure now as Briony pushed past Mom to begin 
strapping my legs down at the knee and again at the ankle. She 
secured the other leg and then pulled a strap across my lower stomach 
between my navel and the object of her eventual attentions. 



“Don’t worry Kevin, “ Briony explained as she secured the last 
strap “the straps are only for insurance reasons. We are required to 
use them for every procedure now.”  She grunted as she cinched the 
last strap down.



Mom was staring at my dick again. I HATE it when she does that. 



“Mrs. Zegers, just to confirm, you want the Blanko Martin crimper for 
the testis and scrotum.”



“Yes” mom answered. 



“… and the ring cut would be best for such a ” Briony paused a 
moment, “ripe and mature penis. “



“Whatever you think is best Briony, and make sure to get as much of 
it as you are able.”



Once again I was cut out of the conversation. I didn’t know what the 
Blanko Martin crimper was, but it sounded as if it might hurt. I sure 
as hell didn’t want to experience the ring cut: I knew that would 
hurt!. Then it struck me why I had been strapped down. 



There would be no anesthesia. 



“Oh God…”



“Kevin, I’m going to make a short run into town while Briony is doing 
the procedure. I have to get some pain killers for after, and some 
light food since Briony says you probably won’t want to eat for a few 
days. “ 



The fear was growing stronger.



“Now you be a good boy. “ Mom never has called me a young man, or 
man, or anything like that. “And don’t give Briony any trouble.” As 
if I could, trussed up like a pig to the slaughter.



Mom kissed my forehead and with that she was gone. 



So there I was. Naked, vulnerable, alone, and scared. Briony was 
busying herself with the covered table at the head of the gurney. She 
wheeled it down level with my stomach. She hadn’t yet looked at my 
male organs resting there on my pressed together thighs. 



“Now Kevin, I’m going to do something special that I’ve never done 
before. You will enjoy this a lot if you agree not to tell anyone.  
If you tell, I will lose my license, so I’ve got to have your word 
that this won’t get out of this room. 



“What is it? I asked. I guess I had the start of some fantasy about 
us just pretending to castrate me. 



“Do you promise?” Briony insisted.



I guess I had no other choice. “Yes.” I said, and Briony disappeared 
into the next room. I was thinking to myself, “Yes! No Procedure!.” 
But then the reality that I was still naked and strapped down 
returned to me and I realized that the procedure was indeed not over 
yet. 



I heard footsteps returning and raising my head, saw the last person 
I ever expected to see as Michelle came into my room. I didn’t know 
what to do. I couldn’t cover myself, and I couldn’t run. All I could 
do was stare as she walked up to the foot of the bed. I don’t think 
I’ve ever heard such a heart-rending silence, and there could only be 
one possible answer.



I started, “Michelle. I’m so sorry, but I “



“didn’t want me to know… “ Michelle finished for me. “It’s alright 
Kevin. I kind of guessed anyway when my friend Briony said that she 
had to travel to do a job. She told me where, and I guessed who. She 
looked really surprised when I told her I wanted to come along, but 
she didn’t say yes until I explained exactly what we were to each 
other. I wanted to be here for you in your time of need. “



I wasn’t sure I wanted Michelle anywhere around while I was being 
castrated. But I was sure glad to have somebody here to comfort me. 



Michelle sighed and began to take her dress off. I could still hear 
her speak as she had the dress pulled up over her head. 



“I’m not allowed to take off any of the straps, but Briony has agreed 
to give us ten minutes for… “ Michelle’s voice tapered off. 



Ten minutes is not a long time. But I was ready the moment her dress 
lifted past her waist. Michelle had shaved her bikini line so that 
there was only a small strip of hair to cover the lips of her vagina. 
Suddenly she was astride me and kissing me as I felt the heat and 
wetness of her pussy on my stomach. She reached behind herself and 
grasped my dick, pulling it up and away from my body. I was expecting 
her to masturbate me but I opened my eyes in shock when I felt the 
head of my dick touch that spot between her legs. The sensation 
lasted for only a moment before my nerves were overwhelmed by the 
sensation of entry. It had happened!



Michelle gave a little moan as my hard dick pressed past her defenses 
and took her virginity. I didn’t understand. I mean, she had told me 
she was saving it for when she got married- and here we were having 
sex. 



Michelle slowly increased her rhythm until we were both panting with 
the need for release. We knew each other well enough that we 
simultaneously orgasmed. Michelle shuddered over me as my sperm 
pumped into her pussy. 



“Wow! That was really something! ‘ Briony said from the corner where 
she had lurked unnoticed. “You two make a great couple.” She 
continued as she stepped toward the gurney. Briony reached out and 
grabbed the green cloth covering the little table. She swept the 
cover off with a quick move, and I could see the instruments of my 
doom. There was an electric razor, a few scalpels, some strange 
devices, a bottle of antiseptic, two jars, a long steel rod, a few 
rings of various sizes… I turned my head away. I couldn’t bear to see 
what lay on that tray, I could only imagine how much each of those 
things would hurt. 



Michelle kissed me again, and with a sad look in her eyes pulled her 
body away from mine. My semi-hard dick popped out of her pussy and 
wetly slapped my stomach. A drop of sperm was oozing from the eye as 
Michelle lifted herself up off of the gurney and left me again alone, 
naked, and doomed to my fate. 



Briony said “Now we begin the procedure “ as she reached under the 
foot of the bed and released a lever. The gurney clunked and then my 
legs spread as the parts of the gurney they were attached to swiveled 
away from each other about 60 degrees. Where before I felt somewhat 
protected because my balls and cock were laying on my thighs, I now 
felt completely vulnerable because my balls were hanging unprotected 
between my legs. My cock was still slightly erect from it’s encounter 
with Michelle and was standing slightly proud above my balls.



Briony grabbed the electric razor from the tray and switched it on as 
she turned toward me.



“Kevin, we need to shave your pubic area to help prevent any 
infection. Don’t worry. The hair will grow back eventually. “ Briony 
said as she began to clip my pubic bush from my crotch. The job took 
her almost no time, and I was soon as bare as a five year old. She 
had clipped the hair from my pubic area and then around behind my 
balls- but she left most of the hair on my scrotum (not that I had a 
lot) except for a ring she shaved right at the top. 



Michelle was standing at the head of the gurney. She was still naked, 
but I couldn’t see her pussy from the angle I was at. I was getting a 
great view of her breasts though. She had a hand on each of my 
shoulders and I was glad of the touch. It seemed to lend a bit of 
strength as Briony continued in her preparations for my castration. 
My fear had settled in my gut and I was breathing quickly. I could 
feel Briony’s fingers as she ran them gently over the spots she had 
shaved. The touch of her fingers on such an erotic spot soon had me 
hard again as she finished her inspection of her preparations. 



Briony grabbed the jar of antiseptic and began to apply it all over 
my lower body from my anus clear up to my navel. It was cold and I 
flinched every time Briony applied another dab to my bare skin. When 
she finished, I had a ring of antiseptic around the top of my 
scrotum, and the first inch at the base of my penis. I couldn’t 
understand why she was so carefully stingy with the stuff until I 
realized that there was no sense in protecting my balls or my dick 
from infection since they weren’t going to be attached to me anymore. 



“Kevin. Which do you want to lose first, Your testicles or your 
penis? “ Briony asked. 



I guessed that she was ready. I sure wasn’t.



Michelle’s hands tightened on my shoulders. I didn’t want to appear 
to be scared in front of her, even though I’m sure she could tell. 
Here it was, the last big decision- and I couldn’t make it. I looked 
up at Michelle and seeing the look on her face blurted out



“My balls I guess.”



Briony nodded once and grabbed the odd looking device from the tray. 
She walked around the end of the table so that she was standing 
between my legs. Because of the where she was standing, I could see 
everything she was doing as she reached out and grabbed my scrotum. 
She was obviously experienced at this from the way that she massaged 
my balls in their soft sack. She gently pulled on them once, twice, 
three times until she was satisfied that they were as loose as 
possible. Then she gently pressed them through the loop of the 
device, which I now realized was the Blanko Martin crimper mom asked 
for. She was completely professional as she handled my balls, and I 
wondered how she could do something like this without getting excited 
herself. 



She settled the device so that the ring was over the spot on my 
scrotum that she had earlier shaved and applied the antiseptic. The 
device had a strange lever on the side which she grasped firmly in 
her hand. She looked up at me and Michelle then started applying 
pressure to the lever. 



I immediately felt the compression on my scrotum as the cold steel 
jaws of the crimper closed on my vulnerable scrotum. 



I didn’t want any part of this as I screamed “NOOOOO!” at the top of 
my lungs. Michelle gripped my shoulders even tighter and bent down 
over my head as I thrashed my head back and forth. The pain was 
horrible- like I had been kicked several times in the balls. The 
pressure increased more and more as the jaws closed shut. 



I heard a click and something pinched hard on my scrotum as Briony 
began to count down from 30. The pain was no longer increasing, but 
the horrible pressure wouldn’t go away. Briony reached down to my 
scrotum and positioned her finger over the little red switch on the 
side of the crimper. She reached zero but the expected pain never 
came. There seemed to be a moment of silence. 



“Michelle, I told you that you had to ask him before I cut. “



This was an interesting turn. Ask what? Answer what? 



“Kevin, could I keep your balls and your penis when Briony takes them 
off. It would be very special to me. Please.”



I was suddenly confused. Why would she want to keep them? They would 
be nothing but dead flesh- it wasn’t like she could use them for 
anything… 



I grunted through the pain “What do you usually do with them?” 



“We cremate them usually when the procedure is done at the office.” 
Briony answered. “But in this case, I have no way to get them back to 
do it. I will just have to dispose of yours some other way.”



“Fine, “ I said, “let Michelle have them.” I surely didn’t want them 
being burned. Somehow that seemed wrong to me. I was in too much pain 
from the crimper to want to continue the conversation. The pain was 
beginning to deaden, I guess as the crimper killed the nerves in my 
scrotum. The skin of my scrotum actually felt like it was itching, 
especially under the crimper where I knew the knife would soon sever 
my testicles from my body.



“Are you ready Kevin?” Briony asked, positioning the jar full of 
clear liquid under my balls. I suddenly realized that the liquid was 
some kind of preservative.



I couldn’t speak so I just nodded and Briony’s finger closed on the 
switch on the crimper. 



Suddenly the pain was gone for a moment, and then came rushing back 
as a line of fire across the top of my ball sack. I must have 
screamed because the world was suddenly very noisy, and just as 
suddenly quiet. 



Briony swabbed between my legs with a cloth as she lifted the jar and 
placed it back on the table. In a daze, my gaze followed the 
sparkling container as she set it down. There was something inside it 
now, and with a rush I realized that it was my scrotum. It was so 
familiar to me having been attached to me all my life. I looked like 
it belonged to somebody else though because it really didn’t look 
human at all. There was no blood visible. I could see that the ends 
of the cords that used to attach my testicles to my body were 
floating free out of the top of the sack where it had been cut from 
my body in one straight smooth edged cut. 



I was brought back out of my daze when I felt an insistent jabbing in 
the eye of my penis. Briony had a grip on the shaft of my cock and 
was inserting a steel rod into the eye. It should have been painful- 
but I was in such a daze from losing my testicles, and seeing them in 
a jar, that I wasn’t able to feel very much. I could see that my 
penis was erect, but was unable to feel any pleasure. My balls just 
hurt too much. 



Michelle and I watched as Briony fitted one of the rings on the tray 
around my penis. Then she took up another tool from the tray and 
fitted that over the tip of my penis. I could feel the cold steel as 
she slid the device down until it locked with the ring already around 
the base of my penis. She slid a switch on the side of the device and 
I suddenly understood how it was going to sever my penis from my 
body. 



Briony gripped  the device with both hands and twisted the two halves 
in opposite directions. I could feel a blade as it squeezed in and 
was twisted around the shaft of my dick. A puff of smoke floated in 
the air as she completed a quarter turn  I heard the sound of steel 
on steel as the blade contacted the steel rod that had been forced 
down my cock. I could tell from where the pain was that she had taken 
my penis off at the very base. 



Briony lifted the device away from me with my penis still sticking 
out of the hole, and still as erect as it had been before the cut. It 
was like I was having an out-of-body experience as she up-ended the 
device over the jar containing my testicles and released my penis 
with a plop into the preservative. I looked down and could see a ring 
around the base of what had been my scrotum. Briony slid a plastic 
disk down over the steel rod to cover the quarter inch stump that was 
all that remained of my dick. She pulled the rod out and tossed it 
onto the tray. 



Briony nodded to Michelle who immediately climbed onto the gurney 
with me. She was kissing me all over my face when I felt a jab in the 
muscle of my right thigh. I realized that Briony had injected 
something as I drifted off. 



 Well, that’s the end of my story. Michelle was still there when I 
woke up the following morning. She changed the dressing on 
my ‘wounds’ as I blushed and tried to apologize again for misleading 
her. She had to travel back home almost right away, but said that she 
wouldn’t have missed being there for me for anything. She let me see 
my balls and my still erect penis once more before she took them home 
with her. She said that she would treasure them forever and keep them 
and me in a special place in her heart. We’re still dating, but it’s 
a good thing that I know how to pleasure her- because I don’t get 
anything out of it except making her happy. It does feel soothing 
when she strokes the scar and that little bump where my penis was. 
She lets me see my things whenever I want. My penis is still erect 
having been sealed at the base with another plastic disk. It looks so 
ready with the foreskin pulled almost all the way back and the skin 
of the head tight and shiny. It is a shame that it will never be 
stimulated to satisfaction again. 



I healed up all right, in fact I was quicker than Briony expected. 
She said so when she came back the following week, then she left 
again. The ring and the plastic disk dropped off on their own about 
two days later. 

 

Mom was gushy sweet as she always is. I think she realizes that I 
still haven’t forgiven her because she is a lot less pushy than 
usual. She did demand to see my crotch and seemed to be satisfied 
with the thoroughness of the procedure. She mumbled about how she had 
heard that Briony wasn’t always as thorough as she should be. I 
wished that she could have been less complete with me. I was jealous 
of those other boys- whoever they might be. I guess my days as a teen 
idol are over now.