Volunteering - A Reimer Emasculator Fantasy

Short story by: Jack Swan. 

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Edited August of 2024:  I initially wanted to add clarity to a few points that I felt were difficult to follow and to correct spelling and grammatical errors I missed in the initial posting of my fantasy.  I did add more to it but overall, it's very much the same story, only it should be more readable now.
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About the author:  I've thought about, researched, considered, and desired Castration for the past 6 to 8 years.  When the topic comes up, my mind envisions various versions of this basic story.  

I am not a writer by any stretch of the imagination, but I wanted to give it a try since most stories leave me wanting for different reasons.  Often lack of detail or accuracy.  

I do understand how it would likely affect me, as well as the implications of involving others.  Like it or not, I am getting used to the idea that it cannot happen in real life. 

This is my dark and obviously a very taboo fantasy ...

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Sixteen Professional Dominant Women have been selected as attendees for their open-mindedness and acceptance of men’s fetishes and kinks. Their ages range from 20 something to 60 plus.  These Women have been invited to witness an illegal but erotic underground exhibition in male body modification.  They have been told what they will be seeing, though many are skeptical due to the social acceptance and the nature of the event.

Regardless, the Women joyfully and eagerly enter 'The Observation Room' (AKA, ‘The Gelding Room’).  They wear only generic bondage hoods over surgical-grade breathing masks with their hair tucked neatly inside.  This is the uniform for the evening's entertainment.  All tattoos and identifiable marks have been covered with makeup.  Their privacy is of supreme importance, and they have been instructed to use no names.  Necklaces with different colors spelled out are worn by the ladies to help lessen confusion.  

The lone male in attendance does not wear a necklace but does wear the same generic hood as the guests.  He is to be referred to as: 'The Guest of Honor,' 'Their Submissive,' or simply 'Their Volunteer.'  He too, has chosen to not give out his name, instead opting answer to anything directed towards him within reason.  

He warmly greets the Ladies when they enter the room.  As the evening begins, he stands next to the Lady he respectfully calls Castratrix.  She offers him moral support, more than anything.  He has agreed to serve wine and catered food to the attendees while answering the audience's questions.  

Like everyone else in the room, the Castratrix wears only a generic hooded mask.  Her mask alone has been adorned with a row of stainless spikes at the neckline which makes her stand out in the room.   Her necklace is also unique, it does not spell out a color.  It reads 'Castratrix'.

The outspoken Dominants all want to know 'why’ and 'if' he will cower away at the last minute in fear.  He addressed the first question to the small crowd entirely in-circling him.  He lists his reasons for choosing to press forward with what had been a long-standing fantasy. 

The second question troubled him, so he admitted to his struggle with stage fright to the understanding group. Their apparent acceptance helped to ease his butterflies.  He had not met any of the guests before they walked into the room a few minutes earlier.  He was concerned about how they would react to his request that the Women attend an event centered around such a taboo subject wearing only hooded masks. 

They listened enthusiastically and encouraged him without judgment.  They weren't there to question his motives; rather, it was to enjoy and observe an erotic rare exhibition of male submission.  While engaging with the attendees, he encouraged them to freely talk about what they were about to see openly and if they held any deep feelings one way or the other about a man who asks for castration.  This was his attempt to understand what at least a few women thought about, or for that matter, fantasized about men, and their normally strong ‘attachment’ to their balls.   He carefully approached the question of whether it should be limited to those willing to buck the norms or forced upon them under certain circumstances.  He was not sure how to take some of their answers.  A half-hearted smile and several nervous laughs said it all.  He was uneasy.

An hour flew by, and then a hushed voice near his ear said to him, "It's time, Mister Volunteer." The adrenaline began to flow.  Determined he wouldn’t back out, he carefully but willingly climbed up to take 'his' seat at the center of the room and realized his muscles were beginning to tremble mildly. 

The ladies in the audience moved to take their far more comfortable seats on the raised-tiered platforms surrounding him like movie theater seating offering an unobstructed view of the silver screen.  The only things missing were the chewing gum, popcorn, and sticky soda spills on the floor. 

He tried to relax while the woman with the spikes worked to fully restrain him.    So, he started looking around and above the bondage chair he was being affixed to.  He counted seven video cameras.  They were set up to film him and his genitals, now hanging helplessly in the open air from multiple angles.  The cameras were connected to a computer recording the event and had live feeds to the seven big-screen TVs mounted to the wall behind the chair.  The Ladies in the room had a great view of the stage below them but the TV screens were there to ensure they could see the small, close-up details at every step.  He thought about the screens behind him and the image of a jumbotron at a football game popped into his head.  It put a silly smile on his face and made the butterflies act up again.  

Early on when he began talking to the Castratrix, they both agreed a video of the event would be edited together and released over the internet with much of the raw footage included. The decision to release the film was intended to help normalize human male castration in the US but it also met one of his kinks.  Although he knew it would never happen, he liked the idea of being publicly castrated, that is as long as his face and identity were hidden.  Posting a video of this once-in-a-lifetime event was the next best thing.  At that moment, sitting in front of this audience had him reconsidering the public part.  He was completely committed to going through with having his balls removed but the thought of being the center of attention left him feeling truly naked, vulnerable, and thankful the hood kept everyone from seeing his face blush. 

Since before the Observers entered the room, he had been turned on by the thought of living out his fantasy.  His erection continued to rage as he looked around and tried not to stare at the bare breasts on display in the room.  To this group of Dominant Women, his standing ovation demonstrated his continued readiness and willingness to proceed.

The bondage chair he sat in was unique.  It was custom-designed to be particularly sturdy and was built with the evening's entertainment in mind.  This strange furnishing could best be described as an 'Unusually Tall Bondage Chair' and it placed the Castratrix's impending Trophy high enough off the floor that none of the Ladies would have to bend or stoop throughout the night while the Castratrix worked or the audience had a closer look.  It securely held his thighs and knees over 90 degrees apart.  The moderate recline of the chair resembled a kitchen chair balanced on the back legs.  Padded, it was not that terribly uncomfortable.

There was a cushioned headrest with fixed points to restrain his head from side-to-side movement, and it directed his gaze downward.  This feature of the Tall Bondage Chair allowed the donor a mostly unobstructed view when hands and instruments were clear.  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 as he was neutered and to 'not' be able to turn his head away at any time.  She felt that might send the wrong message when the video was released.

Now, from his lofty seat, he looked down at himself to where the Castratrix would soon be working her magic.   Then he looked at the surgical instruments on the adjacent table draped in a clear plastic sheet, and finally to the prominently awaiting Display Jar filled with a clear liquid to preserve his contribution.  He tried to look into the eyes of the Castratrix but she was busy smiling under her mask and completing his preparations.  So, he slowly scanned the faces in the audience that followed his every breath.  He was undeterred but still found it all a bit overwhelming.

When she finished securing him, she looked into his eyes and asked in a warm, loud, clear voice, "Do you want to proceed?"   He was aware all eyes were on him and paused.  He took a slow deep breath and cleared his throat. Though his voice still trembled, he managed to reply, "Yes, I do". 

She quickly placed the gag into his mouth and inflated it, then removed the pump bulb as she had done in play.  Now, he himself had become a spectator with no further opportunity to reconsider ... or chicken out.

A few minutes after the restraints had completely immobilized him and the gag silenced his free will, euphoria began to calm his nerves.  He heard the beautiful woman standing between his legs ask him, "How are you doing sweetie?" 

With the gag completely filling his mouth, he couldn't speak but momentarily forgot.  Several chuckles came from the Ladies as he produced only muffled sounds, reminding him he had no voice until this was over.  Then he managed to move his head up and down slightly, struggling against the restraints attached to his hooded mask.  The woman with the studded collar was happy with his nod and turned to the audience, "Ladies, quiet down, please."  The room became library quiet and their attention focused on the Lady in charge. 

Random laughs began as she spoke.  "It should be no surprise to any of you, that I believe in a man's right to seek a permanent method of controlling his sex drive ... when he chooses … of course.  Nature does this to most men as they grow old by dropping testosterone levels with each passing year."   She joined the laughter, "Obviously, I see nothing wrong with lending Nature a helping hand."  She gave the audience a moment to settle down. 

"Mind you, at his request, you were invited here to be entertained in a most unusual way and in what he hopes will appeal to your erotic side.  Who here hasn't thought about cutting off a guy’s stupid balls for lying, cheating, or just pissing you off with his bulshit?” With a smile and a laugh she paused, “Miss Violet, we all know you're lying.  Put your hand down."  The audience giggled.  

He wants you to think about all those times and hopes you will channel some of that energy his way.  Okay, so I made up the part about channeling it in his direction but he’s restrained, and it's all good fun now if you do."  Several couldn’t stop laughing for the next few minutes.  The guest of honor began to wonder if the Dominates were a better choice than some random drunk women from a divorce party at one of the local bars. 

His wandering mind came back to the present situation when he heard her say loudly, "Wish No More !!!  Ladies, tonight you will be witnessing a voluntary ... live 'human male' castration!  Let's hear it for our kinky guest of honor!"   The applause was clearly for him, though the euphoria made it feel like they were cheering for someone else.

She continued, "He has chosen what Doctors would call a 'Bilateral Inguinal Orchiectomy'.  I've been doing this for the past 15 years and my little kinky volunteers never choose this option ... and I do like it.  This approach includes removal of almost all of the spermatic cord that we can access without going inside his stomach and the cremaster muscle.  They surround, support, and supply blood to each testicle and carry his swimmers to the prostate.  If you are fuzzy on your male anatomy, the cremaster is part of what retracts them up out of the way, along with the tiny muscles in the skin of the scrotum.  The vas deferens run inside the cords and are the tubes that Doctors cut in a vasectomy.  What I like about this method is, it leaves his scrotum as empty as possible and unscarred.  In this option, the cremaster, testicle, and spermatic cord come out all in one piece.  That’s right Ladies, on both sides." 

"This mild-mannered volunteer is a true kinkster.  He has requested the use of a very specific Veterinarian's surgical instrument called a 'Reimer Emasculator'.  Yeah, I had to ask why too.  He wanted to face his fear.  He saw it used when he was in his 20s to turn young bulls into steers and it gave him nightmares at the time.  But he never forgot about the castrator.  It's about a foot long, made of surgical stainless steel, and has three handles. Two of the handles crush and the third cuts."

"Ladies, I've never even heard of it being used on a guy jokingly before.  Once I clarified what he was talking about, you guessed it, I jumped at the chance."   

"The instrument is mainly meant to minimize the risk of bleeding complications during the removal of a male animal’s balls.  We will be doing what amounts to the 'open-covered castration procedure'.  'Open' meaning, in this case, there are two incisions, and 'covered' meaning they are left inside the cremaster.  We'll cover that better in a minute."

"Veterinarians usually add a suture or two for insurance around the cord base.  It's good practice.  So, I 'Will' be doing the same.  Today, we will use two Emasculators.  That way, both sides can be done at the same time.  Besides, a picture of both balls clamped at the same time will make it absolutely clear to everyone that he went all in and those nuts are done".  I plan to display my Prizes with that particular image framed next to the Trophy Jar.  

She uncovered part of the instrument table and held up one for all to see.  The audience began to discuss the pliers-like tool she held aloft.  She laughed at some of the comments, then cleared her throat.

"This situation presents me with several unique opportunities, namely: use of the Reimer; posting a full-length video of the evening's entertainment; and a safe environment for other women to explore and learn in.  I have considered and granted him an interesting request.  I will be placing my Prizes into my Trophy Collection without removing any of the outer tissue on one.  The other will have a flap cut into the outer layer of tissue, which will be stitched open to create a window so the testicle inside can be seen.  The vas deferens will also be looped out of the cord but all of the removed tissue gets preserved with it."

The room fell silent and the Castratrix turned to her awaiting submissive.  She shook her head at his erection and laughed to herself at the sight then gently rubbed his leg with her hand.  She said calmly to the man carrying her Prize, "Try to relax and focus on your breathing.  There’s no judgment here.  This can only happen once in your life big guy.  Allow yourself to enjoy the fantasy you've had for so many years".  She encouraged the audience to come up for a quick inspection.  Then pulled the clear plastic sheet back over the sterile instruments and waited until they returned to their seats. 

She picked up surgical gloves and put them on.  The procedure began by cleaning and sterilizing everything from his ribs to his knees.  He found the warm soapy water wash down with extra attention to his balls and engorged cock erotic beyond compare.  The audience of naked women made it that much better.  However, the alcohol and Betadine scrubs quickly brought him back from the edge.  They burned and stung his sensitive skin.  He attempted to remain strong in front of his peers, trying to hide his discomfort, but many in the room saw the truth and chuckled.

The skilled Castratrix selected lidocaine with epinephrine from the instrument table.  She used it to numb the skin covering the inguinal area.  She described the anatomy as she pointed it out to the Ladies. "These two areas that are slightly above and to each side of his cock are where I will be placing the two incisions.  It probably seems wrong at first to some of you since you can clearly see the balls hanging just under the skin in his sack.  Give it a few minutes and you’ll see what I’m doing.  It happens to be where the cords are attached and enter his abdomen.  Just so we're clear, I'm not injecting the testicles or cords.  He WILL' have full sensation in them throughout ... AND YES! ... WHEN THEY COME OFF !!!" 

He held his breath and watched as two 6-centimeter incisions were made just above the top of the shaft on both sides.  To his surprise, he felt no pain.  It was as if he were watching a medical show about someone else being neutered.  The bleeding was quickly cauterized, and a retractor slid into each incision, followed by gauze used to blot away the blood inside the incision.  This was to address the sources that opened up when the retractors stretched him open.  The two pairs of oddly forked instruments were left ratcheted to the open position in his skin, revealing the final layer of tissue covering the cord on both sides. 

A curved round nose clamp was selected for blunt dissection to create an opening through the remaining thin tissue above the cord and inguinal canal.  This was then enlarged by the Castratrix inserting her fingers into the incision and down into the upper scrotum.  She easily tore the remaining thin tissue along the grain of the muscle and ran her fingers around the inside of his bag to ensure the upper part of the testicle was free. 

The round nose clamp was then flipped over to hook under, free, and lift the cord from the canal.  The gap created under the cord allowed two fingers to slide underneath.  She used her thumb to clamp the cord between her fingers and gently began to pull.  This coaxed the testicle towards the light.  At the same time, her other hand pushed up on his sack with one finger wiggling back and forth to work the inside-out scrotum partly out of the incision and past the open retractor. 

This was the moment that all had waited for.  The first unveiling of 'Her Property'.  The room resonated with hushed voices and disbelief.  Twice the scrotum inverted.  Each time, the ligament connecting the nut to his bag held it inside out.  A few minutes passed while the skilled hands clamped, cut, and sutured off the gubernaculum on each side.  She explained 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 his nugget pouch."  A quick inspection for bleeding and the empty sack pulled down and out for the last time to reveal its new normal appearance.  It hung loose, deflated, and for the first time ever, unoccupied. 

The Castratrix allowed both of her Prizes to dangle outside his body encased in the cremaster muscle for a stills photo session and to allow the audience a closer look.  All gloved up to handle the warm flesh; lifting, pulling, twisting, and squeezing one last time while looking into the eyes of the submissive before them.  He squirmed and struggled within his bonds each time.  The only thing he could do was endure the brief impromptu torture session. 

One of the ladies laughed and began to count aloud the number of times she could twist a free-hanging testicle 360 degrees.  She remarked how it would be easy to keep going until it twisted off ... but stopped short.  The guest of honor was momentarily mortified.  He'd seen a 'Henderson Castration Tool' mounted in a cordless drill and used on livestock to do just that, twist them off.  It scared the hell out of him as the images repeatedly flashed in his mind of the drill mercilessly beginning to rotate and a nut flopping around in a circular motion.  He wanted no part of it.

He looked closely at the boys hanging there helplessly, then around the room.   He saw elation, euphoria, desire, and yes ...  a certain amount of callousness in their eyes.  The festive atmosphere quieted momentarily.  Two volunteers were called from the audience to hold each testicle and fully stretch the cords so the Castratrix could work more easily with both hands.  He watched as a pair of heavy dissolvable ligation sutures were placed on the fully elongated spermatic cord bases at the bottom of the incision on each side.  

The Castratrix glanced at the clock but was in no rush.  She allowed ‘Her Property’ to again rest on the skin that once covered them.  They slowly begin to blue with a lack of blood flow and fresh oxygen.  He felt a deep aching start to build in his gut, like when the Castratrix had slipped on a little green band in play.  He knew this wouldn't be a slow drawn-out ending like Elastrator Bands produced. 

Knowing what was about to happen, he began to fidget within the restraints as he anticipated the impending pain.  She prompted him in a sweet voice, "Calm down ... relax".  A tiny sensitive microphone was taped to his leg several inches away from the cord base to capture the sound. 

He began to again lose control and his eyes shown with terror when the Reimer Emasculator was finally picked up and held in front of his eyes.  It felt like an eternity and the instrument seemed to be suddenly gigantic.  He wished he had asked for a local anesthetic to block the nerves in his balls but it was too late for that, and the gag prevented him from trying to renegotiate. 

The first Reimer Emasculator was placed around the cord on the left.  She had two new volunteers from the audience standing by.  Now she asked one of the Women to grab and stretch 'HER' left testicle fully out, the same as had been done before.  She carefully positioned the stainless tool immediately above the pair of sutures.   Her hand gripped the first two handles that were used to crush and she rocked the pliers back and forth.  She took great care to look under and see that it was properly placed.  She asked for complete silence and the audience instinctively held their breath.   Her gaze shifted up and she locked on his eyes. 

Having spent enough time talking to the Lady conducting the show, he had become familiar with her facial expressions.  When the Castratrix smiled, her eyes changed shape.  He could see her eyes change and knew she had a huge smile on her face hidden by her mask.  She said in a clear, loud voice, "Look deep into my eyes, sweetie.  This part will be over in a moment".

He knew what she wanted and nodded 'yes' as much as the head restraints permitted.  He could tell she was happy with his response.  Her hands gripped the first two handles tighter and the Emasculator clicked seven times as it was slowly locked closed.  His cord crushed producing a scrunching, crunching sound.  His body froze momentarily and then strained against the bonds but he was unable to close his legs or pull away.  He barely heard the audience erupt into a low frenzied rumble. 

A moment passed and he became aware of her telling him to breathe.  He fought to slowly take in the next lung full.  With a suddenly erotic sensuous voice, she announced, "The Reimer Emasculator's first two handles have been locked closed.  One to go." 

"Ladies, we will be leaving it latched in place for a bit, the tissue needs time to basically... stick to itself.  I will be using the third handle to free ‘My Property’ when I’m confident they’ve been crushed long enough". 

The second Reimer Emasculator was locked on the right side with the same reaction from their submissive.  He again strained without results against the bonds that held him securely in the Tall Bondage Chair. 

She began talking, "I am going to leave the surgical castrators in place for at least 15 minutes as is recommended by some sources.  Many of the veterinarians who regularly use them, only leave them in place a minute or two since they are worried the animal might wake up while they are working.   Our volunteer is already awake, so … we don’t care.  It’s not going to change anything if they’re clamped longer.  If you're wondering, it’s fine to leave the Emasculators hanging by the cords and resting over his hips like they are now.  You may as well come on up and have a closer look while we wait.  Just don't try to open either of the Reimers.”  She said with a laugh, “Ladies, the privilege of using the third handle is mine".

The Castratrix wiped his nose so he could breathe better and cleared a few tears of pain from his eyes.  She sweetly said, "Hang in there. You're doing great.  Keep focusing on your breathing." then she stepped back to make room for the others.  The guests filed past again and their attention focused on the two stainless instruments hanging like odd jewelry.  One said, "I bet those could be used to remove a guy's cock too".  The Castratrix burst into laughter along with the rest of the Ladies while their volunteer's eyes grew large. 

Almost a half hour had passed since the first Reimer was locked on. The Castratrix, satisfied with the time, asked the audience to return to their seats.  She put on a fresh pair of gloves and, in an upbeat, enthusiastic voice, said, "For the Last Two Months, I Have Been Dying to do the Next Step!  'SUB' !!!  Look into my eyes"!   She began to stare deeply into his.  He excitedly looked down at her hands.  One held up an outstretched testicle and the other grasped the tool crushing the cord.  He could tell she was itching to use the third handle. 

He looked back up trying to recall what the two of them had decided would likely happen when the cutting blade was activated.  There was no information available anywhere on whether the nerves would be able to send pain signals through the crushed pathways while it was clamped.  He kept asking himself if this part was going to hurt but snapped out of it when he heard her command, “GIVE ME YOUR EYES ... NOW!"  He studied her face a moment, took a deep breath, and finally nodded a little to let her know he was ready.

The smile was back.  She announced a brief, "Okay, here we go".  The third handle cut very cleanly and resembled a guillotine in slow motion.  Its sharp edge cleanly sheered and amputated the cord as it closed.  He felt a little pain but nothing like when the Emasculator crushed his cord. 

She held up the first testicle for the crowd to see.  They had all been silent and about to turn blue.  Realizing it was free, the astonished Ladies made their exuberants all too clear.  The audience cheered and shouted, most making female chauvinistic comments and whistled catcalls loudly.  Then they all started to talk over each other.

The Castratrix placed 'HER' testicle in a cold metal tray on the instrument table while she removed the Reimer from that side and checked for bleeding.  Seeing none, she took hold of the remaining Reimer Emasculator.  The Ladies seeing what was about to happen, momentarily hushed without needing to be told.  He again gave her a nod yes. The second nut was freed from its mooring and held up for all to see.  The room erupted again.  She bowed to the audience of Dominant Women encouraging their ecstasy even more.  For five minutes straight, sexist comments flew his way in lieu of the men who had provoked their wrath.  The Castratrix laughed and let the Ladies celebrate.

She marked the second testicle with a tiny quarter-inch metal tag that had the letter 'R' on it to keep track of which was the right one and placed it alongside the first on the tray.  A tiny tag with an ‘L’ was added to the first as she kept listening to the lively conversation coming from the audience.  She grasped the last castrator and carefully unlocked it then set it on the instrument table.  

She continued working with her back to the audience and said in a triumphant jovial voice, "Ladies, I can tell some of you would like nothing more than to drop them on the floor and stomp them into mush.  Maybe one or two are thinking of tossing them in the trash or toilet.  Who knows what your vindictive minds are telling you to do to them right now."  More laughter and bad jokes were their response.

She was half serious when she said, "LADIES, I WANT THEM ... AS ... IS ... for my Trophy Case!  Please, don't damage them.  As many men as there are in the world, these things are still damn hard to come by." 

Seeing no bleeding around the second stump, she turned around and invited the unruly audience back up.  Another photo session began.  The two Reimer Emasculators were posed with 'the take' like rifles in an old black and white African hunting portrait from years past. 

One of the Ladies held up the freshly removed balls to her ears by the cords.  "I know a few bastards that deserve this!  I would love to wear their balls as earrings to the bar and tell everyone where they came from".  The room shifted into laughter again and the camera flashed as she did her best supermodel pose with them dangling below her ears.

The Castratrix finally got the Ladies back to their seats and her attention shifted to preparing her new acquisition.  They watched mesmerized as she injected them with a clear mixture of 195-proof ethanol alcohol, food-grade glycerin, and a little bit of distilled water to act as a preservative and keep them from shriveling in the Display Jar.  She let the cut end ooze and carry out some of the blood and other fluids that had been trapped inside each nut. 

She explained, "Before I injected this mixture, the cells were very much alive but beginning to starve for oxygen after … let's see … about 40 minutes without blood flow.  The cells were still using the dwindling supply of oxygen from the blood trapped in each and what was absorbed in the tissue.  If a doctor had been inclined to reattach them, they 'could have' potentially healed and worked just fine. 

The alcohol in this mixture ended that possibility.  Alcohol in this concentration will kill the cells and begin to destroy the DNA when injected, which is why some guys who want to be castrated, inject their balls with strong clear drinking alcohol."  She finished cleaning the blood remnants from the outside.  Then began to alternate from one to the other forcing in more of the mix under pressure with the syringe while looking for the liquid leaking out the cut end to change to clear.  The liquid was enough to swell the testicles and make them firm to the touch each time.

In a last bit of showmanship, she held each of her Prizes up by the cord and, one at a time, dropped them about 6 inches into the awaiting Specimen Jar with a slight plop.  Not quite dense enough to sink, they slowly floated back to the surface of the clear liquid preservative and remained just in contact with it.  The audience cheered their approval.  She closed the lid on her Trophy Jar and again encouraged all to have a closer look as she placed it on a table to one side of the room. 

Now her focus turned back to him.  She looked for bleeding one last time in and around the cord stumps and with a small sterile flashlight, inspected the inside of the scrotum.  Satisfied, she injected local anesthesia into the stumps to relieve his suffering.  Within minutes, his eyes told everyone the pain was gone.  He realized he was tensed up and could finally relax his body.

The Castratrix sutured the underlying tissue and then the surface skin.  The incisions were treated with a clear medical-grade germicidal gel brushed over the stitches of the two incisions.  The Castratrix smiled under her mask and announced to the guest of honor, "Congratulations you now fit the definition of 'Eunuch'." 

This came as a bit of a shock.  He had considered this day an act of submission and, when finished, had genuinely believed he would still be a male, only he would be missing his balls.  'Eunuch'?  This pronoun was the one thing he had not discussed with the Castratrix.  It would require more thought.

The Lady who had made his one-time fantasy come to life reached up tenderly and rubbed the side of his face while smiling.  She said, "You did so much better than I could have asked or ever expected.  I'm proud of you.  Let me know if your kinky masochist mind decides to have the scrotum removed after you heal.  I will get ahold of these lovely Domineering Women again and see if they can come back for a bit of a reunion." 

She also took the opportunity to thank him for taking a chance and opening up to her.  She thought a moment, “I know most people would have asked what was wrong with you or told you to get some professional help.  I wish people would let men in this country volunteer for castration, and not act as if you were talking about 'THEIR' balls.  With 8.2 billion people, it's not like the world’s population will miss a few men in the gene pool." 

The ladies began to move in closer to him for more pictures.  With him at the center still held captive in the Tall Bondage Chair, they took lots of group photos.  The Jar and both Reimer Emasculators were the clear stars of the day.  He and his uninhabited scrotum took a distance second, but this didn’t bother him at all.

The lady with the studded neckline looked around the room and said, "What do say we free our volunteer?"  They all set to work happily removing the restraints.  With most of the work done, several stopped to play with his empty sack.   Someone found a black permanent marker and wrote “Vacancy” on the loose floppy skin.  He began to laugh with them when someone finally read aloud what he couldn’t see for himself.  It was a Kodak moment and the cameras captured their fun. 

When the gag was deflated and came out at last, it took a few minutes to realize he had regained his free will and his voice.  Suddenly, he began grinning uncontrollably like a kid in a candy store.  The Lady that had orchestrated his fantasy into reality and had the medical knowledge of how to geld a man, advised him to remain seated in the Tall Bondage Chair for the next several hours.  He smiled and answered her quickly in an upbeat voice, “Okie Dokie.  Stay put.  Got it.”  She gave him ice packs to hold on his scrotum and incisions. 

The conversation shifted and now the group again began talking 'to' him instead of about him.  Excited voices started to overlap.  Some expressed their disbelief, saying they didn't think he was going to go through with it.  Others told him how much they were turned on watching and still were.  One asked him how he remained hard the whole time and burst into laughter when another grabbed her boobs from behind, saying, "He was thinking about these the whole time, Honey". 

Several genuinely questioned how he felt.  Wiping the drool from around his mouth, "I feel incredible!  Not much pain, a bit of euphoria, and lots of adrenaline still.  I'm so happy I was able to do this with all of you today". 

At the coaching of the Castratrix, he was reminded, he had one last duty to perform.  She handed him a short speech he had written several days earlier.  From the Tall Bondage Chair, he cleared his throat and looked into a video camera.  "Thank You, Ladies, for Being Here!  Today wouldn't have been the same without you.  I hope society can someday accept that some men do desire castration and allow it to become more commonplace”. 

“It was way too difficult to find a legitimate Female Castratrix and get today set up.  To tell the truth, I didn't think this day would ever happen.  For years, I could only fantasize about getting them removed.  It felt as if I had no say over my body.  Today, you’ve made one of my deepest desires a reality, and that’s thanks to everyone in this room.  Especially this wonderful woman, my Castratrix.” 

“One last thought.  I hope that the women here tonight and the people brave enough to download and watch the video, feel emboldened and empowered, instead of bowing to Victorian-Era views about men, women, and what they ‘should’ think about Castration in people.  Again, THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING HERE!  …”

 

“… and for being you".