Castrologist MD. Part 2 **Chapter 3: Back to the present. (\*Present)** Coming back out of her memory she heard the orderly, the same one she had once cut and rode, continue with his summary. “He’s big doc, real big. Would you like any help?”. No, that is okay Childress, you go home, I’ll handle this. After the remaining orderlies filed out of the operatory and all was quiet Jenn evaluated the patients file. It seemed he was in perfect health, peak physical condition, and happened to be her same age. Jenn then looked towards the bound man. The top of his head had been covered with a sack and a gag was stuffed in his mouth. Jenn removed the gag from his mouth, surprised to find…. Silence. He offered no resistance, no vitriolic utterances or hurling of vile insults. The man didn’t so much as groan or fight against his restraints. He worked his jaw side to side, recovering from the gag, but was dead silent. Jenn was flabbergasted. This was very odd at this stage, especially if what the orderly had said was true and he was in possession of a large endowment; which should be fueling him with rage, egotism, and a vile cunt lust that such men usually experienced. Jenn positioned herself between his stirrup locked legs and lifted the sheet covering him. She gasped in amazement. He was the largest in cock, sack, and ballocks that she had ever seen. **Chapter 4: Her last such patient (\*past)** Her last such prisoner had released a deep baso bull like bellow once she had removed the gag, he was raging on and on “ain’t no weak ass cunt bitch is gonna break me, whatever the fuck she does to my nuts. Real brave of you, you coward bitch, cut a man’s balls while he’s tied down, set me free first and then we’ll see who fucks who, I will own you bitch, I’ll have you face down in the dirt impalinging you with my massive dick. Take my nuts like the little pussy bitch you are. I’ll never surrender, I will fucking find you and own you. You’ll wish you’d never touched my fucking nut sack when I’m done with you”. Jenn was not to be drawn in though. She ignored the man. This was the problem with such males. They saw their ability to win a physical altercation as evidence of their superiority. Jenn opted to forego his chance at a release. He’d stay horny after cutting and she would just admit him, and keep him under surveillance until he lost his ability to erect. He evidently gloried in being a massive cock swinger. His proud cock bobbed and his stallion sized bollocks began tightening up. Jenn struck the cock hard. Jenn was ruthlessly efficient with him. She opted for complete sack removal on this asshole. He screamed himself hoarse as he felt his massive nads painfully stripped free from their home. Jenn chuckled as his cremaster reflex attempted vainly to pull his spunk monsters into safety. They made it partway into the canal but she could still see the bottom portion of his nuts peaking out. Jenn pinched the lower tip of his right nut and forcefully pulled it from its hiding place. He immediately pissed himself. It went safely into the catch but it was satisfying to see him brought low for once. His bellows, bravado, and toxic masculinity bullshit was gone, as he began to beg. “what was that!?” Jenn asked loudly as if she hadn’t heard him… “PLEASE he said between frantic breaths, “please no, don’t do this please.” “Don’t do what!? Jenn yelled back. “Don’t do this you mean”? And Jenn released a band onto his biggest nut’s cords. He heard it snap into place above his massive babymaker and prematurely cried out with the anguish of loss. “Or don’t do this” Jenn said as she pulled his largest stallion sized bollock as tight as she could and then savagely cut it free from his sackless body, his right leg muscles began to jerk, spasaming and shaking uncontrollably and his once taught nut cords richocheted back upwards, leaking blood and smacking him in the dick before hanging lamely from his sackless crotch. “NNNaaaaaaaaahhhhhhooooooooooo” the man screamed in the agony of physical and mental soul searing anguish. His world had just changed. His maleness halved. His ability to walk proudly on the earth gone. Jenn bent until her mouth almost brushed his ear and began to whisper. “This, what I just did to you, what I have yet to do to you. This sense of worthless, this meaningless withered flesh.” She viciously grabbed his clipped cords where is right nut used to be as he let out a squeal. “This is exactly how you used to see everyone else. Maybe after I release your last worthless fatherless nut you’ll learn to think outside your own thick head.” Jenn stood to her full height and fixed him with her steely blue eyed gaze. She maintained her unrelenting stare while with her left hand she grasped his final claim to masculinity. She brutally pulled the nut from his canal and dropped it on the cold steel table. His whole body shuddered and his head arched back. A hoarse and ragged roar forced its way from his stomach through his rigid veined neck and out of his yawning mouth. Abruptly he inclined his head and spit in her face. A cold sensation stole over her entire body and without realizing it, her right hand form into a fist and she savagely began to beat his last babymaker into the table. Her hits sometimes rebounded off of the egg but just as often the nut would squelch sideways and her hand would slam the table. The man shrieked and tore against his restraints as his last spunk tank was slowly brutalized towards extinction. It was the sight of crimson against the cold steel that brought her back. Both his and her own blood. Finally she registered his mewling and was shocked to find him still conscious. His defeated eyes lazily rolled and then finally came to rest on her own. Jenn picked up the scalpel, pulled the nut taut, and flicked the blade through the cords of his last tenuous hold on manhood, his last chance of reproduction, the last remaining well which had long fueled his dickish superiority. One eternal heart beat later, an earth shattering plop engrossed his mind, jarring him past perception and sanity and he finally gave up and let go of his fight. Sleep took him, gracious silence filled her operatory. She then made the necessary cuts and reached in and retracted his dick back into his body, she transferred a portion of his dick to close the open wound where his sack once was. Effectively reducing his once mighty phallus to a truly puny little wiener. Even if he was still intact or if he later was given testosterone injections, he’d never be raping any more women with this equpiment. She watched him in days after as he listlessly wandered the ward. Periodically gazing expressionlessly at his now button sized little peen. She heard later that after therapy, the man was fully rehabilitated. He worked well and hard as a crop planter. He found peace in the world and learned respect of its little wonders. He found transcendence in is everyday. He grew to appreciate and long for what he may have been. If he had somehow just learned to see before it was too late. He wondered at what being held and loved may have been. What unbelievable joy may have overwhelmed his senses. What it might be to be possessed in the complete connection of body and soul with a woman, a lover, a human, a companion.