castrated by candlelight

With the help of a female nurse,  she castrates me using a hot 
scapel, keeping my testicles as payment for services. 

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For years I had cut my gentials, why? I'm not quite sure.  It was 
something that gave me immense sexual pleasure.  During the last
year I finally cut my scrotum in half vertically, slowly over several
weeks, finally getting down to the penis shaft.  It was painful, but
electrifying at the same time.  I used a hot knife to stem the 
bleeding, which worked pretty well and protected me alot from 
infection.   I was quite satisfied with what I had done, but it 
wasn't enough.  I told a female nurse that I knew, who also had some 
sadistic tendencies, about my scrotal division and she thought it was 
"cool."  But as time passed I began to fantasize about castration.  I 
had never considered it before, but the thoughts haunted me and 
plagued me to the point that I asked my nursing friend to help 
castrate me.  She initially refused, but I hounded her
and told her that I'd do it myself soon, and told her I couldn't 
control my urge to do this, and after much pressure she relented.  We 
made plans and at the end of our discussion she asked me if she 
could keep my balls as payment for helping out.  I agreed but chose 
to keep my scrotum intact.  Finally the night came and as I walked to 
her door I noticed candles burning throughout the house.  I rang the 
doorbell and she invited me in.  But she was not alone, she had asked 
another female friend over to watch and assist if needed.
They led me to the kitchen and asked me to undress, they sat me down 
and my nurse friend told me that they would need to shave me first 
inorder to prevent infection.  This took about 10 minutes or so, and 
then she scrubbed my cock & balls with someother nfection preventing 
agent.  Needless to say, I was rock hard.  To my surprise my friend 
said that it would be difficult to work with that thing waving in the 
air and asked her friend to take care of it.  She got up  from her 
chair and without taking off her panties, sat down slowly on my hard-
on.  It was heaven.  She slowly began to move up and down, I didn't 
even feel the needle that was being shoved into me by my nursing 
friend.  I came in what seemed like buckets and this woman cleaned me 
up, washing me clean.   A few minutes later I was completely numb.  
My friend she told me, that since my scrotum had been cut into two 
section previously, that she would have to make to separate 
incisions.  I was able to sit up and watch as she began to cut, 
slowly, steadily with her hot scapel.  It hardly bleed at all, she 
went deeper, saying that my sac was thick and there was an additional 
layer that needed to be cut.  It looked like a one inch cut to me, 
and finally she said, "Here it is!"  It's tried to hide, but I found 
it.  Then she asked me?  Are you sure you don't want this?  She took 
the testicle into her mouth, moaning and smacking her lips.  I said 
no, you can have it.  With that, she popped it out of her mouth and 
quickly grapped what looked like scissors, but it was a clamp.  She 
told me she was clamping the cord so that she could sew it up and 
prevent a hematoma.  With a smile on her face, she clamped the cord 
and with a very slow back and forth motion, began to cut off my 
ball.  Her friend held a stainless steel bowl a few inches away and 
when she cut through that testicle, it made a dead sounding clunck in 
the bowl.  I thought  I was hallucinating, but this woman took that 
testicle and put it in her mouth, saying, "I always wondered what 
this would feel like.  It's warm and softer then I imagined."  My 
nurse friend looked at her and sternly said, "That's my testicle, 
don't you dare swallow it!"  But  with a wide sadistic grin, she took 
a slow gulp and I watched my testicle slide down her throat.  My 
nurse friend was not happy, and they started fighting.  I wanted out 
of there, but could hardly move my legs.  All at once the yelling 
stopped and my nurse friend returned, saying that the other woman had 
to leave.  With that she said, "Where were we?  Oh, yes!   I'm going 
to castrate you!  I began to have some second thoughts and told her, 
but she said, "I'm sorry, but it's too late now!  And if you 
misbehave, I'll cut off your dick."  I struggled quickly, but still 
could hardly move.  I tried to talk her out of it, but she put a 
piece of tape on my mouth, and then continued with removing my 
remaining testicle.  She had me watch as she slowly cut into my 
scrotum once again. (I could see that the other side, where the 
testicle was removed, was quite empty and small).   She finished her 
incision and once again joyfully announced, "I've got it and now it's 
mine!"  Only this time, wanting to punish me in some way, she said, 
"Let's cook it on the vine!"  I couldn't believe that this was the 
same woman who had to be begged into helping.  She got out an unusual 
looking cup with a cord attached, saying, "We'll boil it in this!"  
She put water in the cup and with a long extension cord plugged it 
in.  Then she placed my as yet uncut testicle into it, and we watched 
and waited for it to boil, which only took a few minutes.  Pretty 
soon I could smell the aroma of my testicle cooking,  she was giddy 
and crazed with the smell.  Finally she asked me, "Do you think it's 
done?"  But without waiting for my answer, she simply snipped the 
cord and took my testicle away.  Draining the water away she placed 
the steaming ball on a plate, she brought it over and said, "Well, 
let's see what they taste like."  She said, "Well, it's a little 
tough, alittle strange, but delicious!"  That's all I can remember!