Castrologist MD Part 5 **Chapter 7: The hardest cut (present)** She then went and turned the camera back on. She then carefully and gingerly taped his cock to his stomach, to keep it safe and out of the way. He was too big to cut without securing it. She then fetched a pail of warm soapy water and carefully lathered and washed Del’s testicles. She was happy to see that his scrotum was still a bright pinkish-purple and not black. Still alive then, she thought, good!. She sweetly hefted his bollocks one more time. His cock feebly bobbled at her touch. Gently she applied shaving gel. Immediately Del’s scrotum began to wrinkle in reaction to the cool gel. She stretched his sack down with one hand and then began to shave. Once his sack was smooth and bald, she again lathered and rinsed. She noticed that the man had somehow managed a chubby. Damn he was some man she thought. Carefully she gloved and then swabbed him with iodine, again setting his sack to wrinkling. She took in a breath and prepared herself. She grasped the tip of his ball sack and stretched him down hard with one hand and then with the other quickly snipped off the bottom portion of Del’s sack. He screamed and her eyes teared up. Del’s testicles began writhing, doing anything they could to escape his impending emasculation. She heard Del begging as her eyes watered further. “Jenn, Jenn please, he uttered voice ragged. Jenn, please, please close up my sack and leave me whole, please Jenn.” Jenn reached in and grasped and manipulated out his right testicle, the larger of the two. It was so large, she knew the bleeding would be perfuse. Finally she had it outside of the sack, naked, and pulsing with life. She could feel the throbbing of his heart beat as she parsed apart Del’s cords. Del’s voice cracked and raised an octave, “Jenn leave me a man please, let me be a true husband, let me fill you with my cum and father children into your body.” Jenn cut the spermatic cord, the cord which moments ago had carried so much sperm, with such raw force into her womanhood. Del’s screeching became mostly indistinguishable. Jenn quickly severed all non-arterial connections to Dels right nut. Cutting away the cremaster muscle that was still trying in vain to pull the testicle up inside of his body, doing it’s all to preserve his manhood. When all that was left were vasculature keeping his right nut attached, Jenn grabbed her sharpest scissors and with one fast cut, released his largest bull nut from his body. The stallion sized bollock dropped quickly and heavy with a wet thud into the surgical bucket. Del screamed, his right leg jolted, His nut cords now free of his ball began to slither up into him. She caught his cords and ligated them. The heavy bleeding thankfully decreased to a dribble. She fished her hand again up into the Del’s sack. Fishing up into the left side of his sack. This time, his smaller testicle was much more difficult to wrestle free from its last protecting layer. It knew what had happened to its twin, his whole body had registered the loss of half it’s maleness. His last nut knew, that smaller though it was, it was Del’s last rights to manhood and it had to fight. Jenn finally wrested it from his sack, breasts swaying wildly as she just barely managed to win the fight with his smaller bull nut. She immediately severed the cremaster muscle to prevent the nut from further fighting. “NOOOOOOOOOOOO Del screamed” His voice was unbelievably high pitched. “NOOOOOOOO” he uttered again, “NOOOOOOO Jenn, Jenn, leave me male, Jenn let me keep this one last nut. At least let me keep this one please Jenn, please. Jenn I can still fuck you, impregnate you.” Jenn’s eyes welled. She knew that when his last nut was released, the devastation would begin. Del might wither as a man. The confident self assured force of a man that he was, that he still could be if she left this one last nut, may die completely. Jenn quickly cut the spermatic cord, yielding him officially infertile as a man, unable to impregnate, yet still a man. If she left the nut like this, he couldnt father, but he could stay a man, with a stallion nut like this producing testosterone, he could satisfy her, fuck her, fill her up with his full ridgid cock. With Del’s now frantic screaming she opted to make it clean and quick and moved the scissors quickly to cut all the remaining cords at once. She opened her scissors around his last cords of manhood. They were throbbing, pulsing with life, doing their all in attempt to maintain their testicle and the testosterone production that came with it. Jenn reflected on their entire relationship, zoning in on the first time she felt his rock hard member, at the young age of 18. She had fished her hand beneath his boxers to discover him one night while making out. Her incredulity as she discovered the bratwurst between his legs and then his impossible bull sized testes, she could barely hold one with both hands. She remembered needing to see him at that point. To know him. Once his pants were off, she just stared at it. The way it stood so hugely tall, erect, sparkling with precum. And his lazy fat sack laying accross his legs. She picked up his eggs individually and caressed them, kissed them, loved them. His hands sought her breasts. They still had further to develop but they were already full. After she had finally adapted to fit him inside of her, and the pain stopped, she remembered nights and nights of bliss. She could not get enough of his warm cock always seeking her sex, filling her completely, throbbing with desire for her, his nuts tensing up and contracting as he pumped load after load into her. He got hard so fast and so easy. He could catch a glimpse of cleavege as she bent down, or if he bumped into her ass by accident, or she might graze his arm with her continually ripening melons. She spent so much time draining him, to protect him from public erections. She loved how his dick reacted to her, how it always wanted her. She loved that he was always on the breast, sucking and loving. She would fall asleep to him feeding from her. When her friends would say they were connected at the hip, she would whisper to him “more like connected at the nip”. She loved the journey of his continually deepening voice, the feeling of running her hands through his thickening chest hair. That feeling that he could keep the world away and protect her from anything. His very masculinity, now to be gone. \~snip\~ The scissors resounded. Somewhere in her mind she registered the last hoarse screams of the man she loved. The man who was a man no more. At the forefront she watched as if in slow motion the falling of his last remaining testicle and with it, the falling of some of her own hopes and dreams. As his testicle hit the bottom of the bucket with a slow resounding sequence of thuds as it bounced and then settled. Jenn shook herself, and then quickly as possible, ligated the bleeding cords, she then sutured his sack closed and ran to turn off the camera and grab the tape.