Altogether Gone

A young man visits a professional castrator

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When I had received the first e-mail from Jeff it had been like so 
many others, mostly having fantasies about castration or  thinking 
about castration but the price of $1500 sent most of them away but 
then Jeff had stayed in contact so I had sent him the fact sheet and 
he had sent back the 25% deposit so I had scheduled him for a 
Saturday morning.  Being a castrator isn't a full time job for 
anyone.  For me my job as a registered  nurse keeps me in bacon but 
an occasional castration was nice pocket change.
I was thinking about how busy the year had been.  Seven castrations 
in eight months was a definite increase in business and now Jeff 
would be the second this month and the eighth of the year.  Not bad 
money for one days work a month and lets face it, who would declare 
taxes on castrations.  
Looking at his sheet revealed that Jeff was  a 23 year old Caucasian 
male, 5’”7 in height weighing 120 lbs  that had been interested in 
having himself castrated for almost three years and now it would 
happen.  When I contacted him with directions to my place I had told 
him to shave his pubic region very carefully that morning before 
arriving as this would really help the prep.
The door bell told me that Jeff was here.  Opening the door I 
greeted him and invited him in.  Looking at him I had to wonder 
about his age since he really looked more like eighteen or nineteen 
than twenty three but that was his thing.  We sat in the living room 
and talked a bit. We had coffee while I  reminded him that the 
procedure would leave him totally and permanently sterile, without 
the ability to produce testestrone.  I told him that as his body 
withdrew from male hormones he would within a few days become 
impotent, and experience some rather unpleasant hot flashes.  I also 
pointed out that his beard and pubic hair would quit growing and 
that he might develop female type fat deposits around his butt and 
thighs. however this wasn't  for certain.    What was certain is 
that he would leave later in the day a eunuch.  We finished up the 
details with Jeff giving me eleven crisp one hundred dollar bills 
and change for the balance of the operation and we were ready.
When we were finished with our coffee I asked him if he was ready 
and he said yes so I led him into my  procedures room.  The room was 
painted white and spotlessly clean.  In the middle of the room was a 
doctors examination table with stirrups spread wide and waiting.   I 
had Jeff remove his clothes on lay on the table with his feet in the 
stirrups.  I checked him out listening to his heart and checking his 
blood pressure.  He seemed to be in great condition so I checked his 
testicles,  Feeling each testicle carefully they were nice and big 
and considering the smooth youthful glow of his body I suspected 
that he was in actuality closer to nineteen than twenty three but 
that was his business.
I picked up the recently sterilized burdizzo up from its sterile 
surface and told Jeff that I would do his left testicle first and 
that he would feel a sudden and intense pain as I clamped down on 
the handles.  I told him that I would hold the burdizzo in place for 
twenty seconds counting them out loud.  I told him that when I 
released the burdizzo their would be no way to save the testicle and 
that it immediately begin to die. The pain would continue for 
several hours, possibly most of the day but he could stay until he 
felt better.  I asked him”are you ready” and he said “go for it” and 
I placed the burdizzo over the cord to his testicle feeling very 
carefully to be certain it was well placed and quickly closed the 
handles.  Jeff gasped and out, “oh shit shit shit” and beads of 
sweat appeared on his forehead.  Counting out loud but not to fast 
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 20 I 
released the burdizzo.  Their was a small bloody wound from the jaws 
of the burdizzo that I knew would heal quickly but the nice plump 
testicle inside his scroThe cord to your testicle is ruined but it 
will feel better soon”.   I told him the testicle would hurt for the 
next few hours as it dies and then the pain will pass. “Are you 
ready for the other testicle?”  I reminded him that when I reached 
the twenty count on the other testicle he would be a eunuch.  This 
was his last chance to stop.  Jeff said “Go For It!!!” and I placed 
the burdizzo for the cord to his right testicle and closed the Jaws 
and began counting slowly to twenty.  Through the whole time Jeff 
kept crying “oh shit oh shit, oh shit it hurts until I reached 
twenty and released the jaws.  I cleansed Jeff’s scrotum with  
disinfectant and  asked Jeff how he felt.  He told me his balls and 
scrotum really hurt so I gave him two extra strength Tylenol and 
told him that he could spend the next couple of hours recovering in 
my spare bedroom and that four or five hours of laying quietly would 
help the pain to diminish.   While Jeff was in the bedroom I checked 
my E-mail.  Business was picking up.   I confirmed that Taylor a 25 
year old dude would be here the next weekend for his castratio.  
Reaching into my pants I felt my own empty bag and thoug