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I grab at your sac and milk it down
Worship it with my mouth Before the tie will make you bound A wondrous present without a bow The myriad of colors begin to flow Your rock hard cock throbs It's veins bulge and ridges show I ride it with abandon for perhaps the last time My pussy will be yours But your balls will be mine They grow cold and purplish blue I inspect and lick them - enjoying the view "Are you ready my love, my eunuch-to-be?" "Oh yes," you cry "I want you to cut me!" "But first," I say, "One last cum." A volcanic burst from the masterful one With fluid motion I stroke you hard A finger deep inside your nether part taking you off guard "Faster, my love,mmm, I'm gonna cum" You tap your groin and the white begins to run I savor it with my tongue, lapping, fulfilled Applying now the novacaine - the pain will be killed "It is time", as I hold the knife to your lips I run it down from your neck to your hips One long look into your wide eyes I realize your destiny will be my prize The blade is cold as it etches the skin And soon the teste peers at me from within Slowly, methodically, I cut you away Holding up the first one to the early light of day You sigh, your freedom, soon to be real I lick at my lips at the sight of the meal Again I slice to exhibit number two Displaying it my hand for you to view You are finally free and resigned Like the great spiritual masters who've existed in time With gentleness I pack and stitch you Presenting a jar that will hold one and two You place them lovingly inside with honor Remembering all those nights of past lust and valor I kiss your lips and accept the jar Hoping now maybe you won't wander so far Sleep is finding you, content as you will ever be I love you my eunuch, and now you are free.
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