Reimers Fantasy Reimers Fantasy --- A short story by Jack Swan. I've thought about, considered, and desired Castration for the past 4 or 5 years. When the topic of Castration comes up, my mind envisions various versions of this basic story. This is, in fact, my dark desire ... ======================= Reimers Fantasy Ten women attendees joyfully and eagerly enter 'The Gelding Room' wearing only hooded masks. This is the uniform of the upcoming event. All tattoos and identifiable marks have been covered with makeup. Their anonymity is paramount, and they use no names. These women have been invited to witness an erotic underground exhibition in male body modification. The 'Guest of Honor' at this 'Party' warmly greets the Ladies. He too is wearing only a hooded mask and stands next to the Lady he respectfully calls Castratrix. She also wears only a hooded mask. Hers alone is adorned with a row of stainless spikes at the neck which stands out in the room. He mingles, serves wine and catered food while answering questions. They all want to know 'why' and 'if' he will cower away at the last minute in fear. He addresses the first question for the small crowd entirely in-circling him. He lists his reasons for choosing to press forward with what had been a long-time fantasy. The second question troubles him, so he admits his struggle with stage fright to the understanding group. This helps to ease his butterflies as he has not met any of the guests prior to this event. They listen and enthusiastically encourage without judgment. Their place is not to question his motives, it is to watch and observe a rare exhibition of submission. A whisper near his ear tells him, "It's time". He willingly climbs up to take a seat center stage as the ladies in the audience take theirs. He tries to relax while the woman with the spikes fully restrain and then gag him for the evening's entertainment. Now he himself becomes a spectator with no further opportunity to reconsider. He looks around and above his odd seat to see seven video cameras. They are set up to film only the subject and his genitals now hanging in open-air from multiple angles. He is naked, vulnerable, and thankful for the hood. Since the ladies first entered the room, he has had an erection which continues as he looks and tries not to stare at the breasts on display for his benefit. To this group of dominant females, his standing ovation demonstrates his continued readiness and willingness to proceed. The chair he sits in is unique, it's designed to be particularly sturdy, and was built with the evening's event in mind. This strange furnishing can best be described as an unusually Tall Bondage Chair and it places the Castratrix's impending Trophy high enough off the floor that none of the ladies will have to bend or stoop while working. It holds his thighs over 90 degrees apart. The moderate recline of the chair resembles a kitchen chair balanced on the back two legs. The captive's head is also restrained from movement and directed downward. This feature of the Tall Bondage Chair allows the donor an unobstructed view. The Castratrix had insisted on this as the chair was constructed. Her reasons? She had wanted the only male in attendance to have a bird's eye view of each and every little detail and to not be able to turn away at any time. From his lofty seat, he looks down and surveys the Castratrix's worksite, then the surgical instruments on the adjacent table, and then the prominently awaiting Display Jar. He gazed into the unsympathetic eyes of the Castratrix smiling under her mask, then to the faces in the audience that follow his every breath. A few minutes after the restraints have completely immobilized him, euphoria began to calm his nerves. He hears the beautiful woman standing between his legs say, "Tonight we will preforming a Live Castration, let's hear it for our volunteer". The applause is for him, though it feels like they are cheering for someone else. She continues, "He has chosen what Doctors would call a 'Bilateral Inguinal Orchiectomy'. This procedure will include the removal of the Cremaster Muscle which surrounds each testicle and the spermatic cord all in one piece." "He has also requested the use of a very specific Veterinarian's tool called a 'Reimers Emasculator' used for Castrating livestock. Today we will use two, one on each side". "Since this technique presents me with several unique opportunities, I have considered and granted him a request. I will be placing my Prizes into my Trophy Collection without removing any of the outer tissue on one. The other will have only a flap cut into the outer layer of tissue to create a window to view the testicle inside." The room falls silent and the Castratrix turns to her awaiting submissive to commence. The procedure begins by cleaning and sterilizing everything from his ribs to his knees. He finds the warm water wash with extra attention to his engorged cock and balls in front of the women, erotic beyond compare. However, the Alcohol and Betadine scrub bring him back from the edge. This burns and stings his most sensitive skin. He attempts to remain strong in front of his peers, hiding his discomfort, but they see the truth and chuckle. The skilled Castratrix selects lidocaine with epinephrine from the instrument table. She uses it for numbing only the inguinal area above and to both sides of his cock. The testicles and cords are purposefully excluded. They will have full sensation when removed. He holds his breath and watches as two 6 cm incisions are made just above the shaft on each side. The bleeding is cauterized and retractors are slid into the incisions. The pair of oddly forked instruments are ratcheted to the open position revealing the final layer of tissue covering his cords. A curved round nose clamp is used for blunt dissection to create an opening through the remaining thin tissue above the inguinal canal. This is then enlarged with fingers that reach into the upper scrotum and further tear the thin underlying tissue. The round nose clamp is now used to hook under and lift the cord from the canal allowing two fingers access under it. The thumb is clamped over the cord and helps gently pull and guide the testicle towards the light. A second hand pushes up on his sack. This is the moment that all have waited for. Twice the scrotum inverts and is pulled partly out of the incision with each nut. A few minutes pass while the skilled hands clamp, cut, and suture off of the gubernaculum on each side. She explains to the room, "This is the structure that holds the testicle in place inside the scrotum. It must be severed to free my Prize from the inside of the nugget pouch." A quick inspection for bleeding and the empty sack pulls down and out to its new norm. It hangs loose, deflated, and vacant. The Castratrix allows both of her Prizes to dangle outside the body encased in the Cremaster Muscle for a stills photo session and to allow the audience a closer look. Several women glove up and inspect the warm flesh lifting, pulling, twisting, and squeezing one last time while looking into the eyes of the submissive before them. He squirms and struggles with his bonds. He can only endure the brief impromptu torture session. One of the ladies begins to count aloud the number of times she can twist a free-hanging testicle 360 degrees. She remarks that it would be easy to keep going until it twists off but stops short. The submissive is momentarily terrified. He's seen a 'Henderson Castration Tool' in action and the images flash in his mind. He silently wants no part. Now he looks around the room and he sees elation, euphoria, desire, and yes ... bloodlust. The festive atmosphere quiets momentarily. He watches as a pair of ligation sutures are placed on the fully stretched and elongated spermatic cord bases at the bottom of the incision on each side. The Castratrix does not rush and allows her property again rest on the skin that once covered them. They begin to blue with a lack of blood flow and oxygen. This won't be a slow drawn-out ending like Elastrator Bands produce. He knows what's coming and now struggles with the restraints as he anticipates impending pain. He has begun to wish he had asked for a local anesthetic to block the nerves in his balls and cords but it's too late to reconsider. The first 'Reimers Emasculator' is placed around the cord on the left. A tiny microphone is brought near to capture the sound. Two hands are used to grip the first two handles. The handles are slowly lock closed and this crushes the cord immediately above the incision producing a scrunching, crunching sound. His body strains in the bondage but he is unable to close his legs or pull away. This stainless steel surgical instrument from the veterinary world is about a foot long and has three handles. Two handles have been locked tightly closed to crush the cord, the third handle will be used to amputate. The second Reimers Emasculator is locked on the right side. He again strains. These surgical instruments remain in place for 15 minutes hang by the cords and resting above his hips. The Castratrix wipes the tears of pain from his face and looks deep into his eyes. She announces a brief, "Here we go". The third handle cuts like a guillotine in slow motion. It cleanly sheers and amputates the cord as it closes. The first testicle is held up by the length of cord it is connected to for the crowd to see. The ladies gasp with excitement and adulation. It's placed next to his belly button while the other is freed from its mooring and placed alongside. Another still picture session begins, posing the two Reimers with 'the take' like old black and white African hunting pictures from years past. Attention turns away from him. The Castratrix cleans and places the two Prizes into a single Specimen Display Jar where they are suspended in a clear preservative. She has her Trophy and again encourages all to have a closer look. Now her focus turns back to him. She looks for bleeding from the cord ends and injects local anesthesia in the remaining reproductive tissue stump to relieve his suffering. The Castratrix sutures the underlying tissue then the surface skin. The incisions are finally closed and the Castratrix announces, "Congratulations you now fit the definition of 'Eunuch'." This comes as a bit of a shock, he had considered this day an act of submission and viewed himself as male not gender-neutral. This would require more thought. The ladies move in closer to him and help to free their volunteer but he remains in the Tall Bondage Chair with ice packs on his scrotum and over his wounds. He performs one last duty from the Tall Bondage Chair. He thanks the ladies for being present on this special day!