Scrolling the Internet one day I saw what appeared to be a legitimate medical research offer. Thirty thousand dollars compensation for donating a testicle to medical research. "Well that's why I have two of em" I thought.
I've never had much money. Growing up I never had the nice clothes the popular kids had, we didn't have cable TV. I was clean and I was fed. That was about it. I wasn't especially wealthy as an adult either. A blue collar worker with three kids at home. We had food in the house but not many luxuries.
That night I asked my wife what thirty thousand dollars could do for us. We dreamt and joked about what we pay off and buy. I then asked her "what would you do for thirty grand?" As expected she came up with silly ideas like prostitution etc. "I would sell my left nut!" I exclaimed. She laughed saying "hell I would sell your right one too for thirty grand."
After laughing for a bit about selling my balls I said "I found an ad that says you will receive thirty thousand for donating a testicle". She laughed again until realizing I was being serious. "You are kidding, right?" She asked. "Hell no I'm not kidding, thirty grand for one nut, and it's for research."
It took some time, but I was finally able to convince her this was a good thing, and I'm not going to miss my left nut. Now that I got the ok I start researching where to have this done. Road block after road block I'm finding the ad is fake. Until I received a Reddit chat message late one night.
"Hello, I am doctor Ormond" the chat message said. "I'm assuming you have discovered that it is illegal to offer money for a body part in the United States for research." I responded with "yes, unfortunately I have figured that out." Dr Ormond then teens me that he has a small team of doctors and investors that would be willing to give me thirty thousand dollars for the removal of a testicle. I was intrigued to say the least.
The doctor and I worked out some details, and set the appointment. My wife was allowed to come, but not observe. She would simply be there for transportation service.
Finally the night arrived and my wife drove me to the location. "Are you sure you want to go through with this?" She asked. I couldn't think of an easier way to get us out of debt and to give us a hand up. "Of course I do" I answered. I approach the door of the house and I am met by a man who introduced himself as Dr Ormond.
Dr Ormond led me to a room with a table that was brightly lit, and about ten other people sitting in chairs. "Any questions you have for us before we begin?" The doctor asked. "Why? Why do you want to remove my testicle?" I quickly responded. The doctor said "fascination and power. How far is a man willing to go for money? And nothing makes a man feel more powerful than taking another man's power." "My testicle for your money, I'm game for that" I said while removing my clothes.
"We have a proposition for you" Dr Ormond said. "We will give you eighty thousand for both" he said with a curious look. He could tell I was seriously thinking about it. "Will I be able to receive testosterone therapy?" "Absolutely" he quickly responded. "Yeah, I will do it". I heard some muttering going on between the people in chairs. "We have another proposition" Ormond said emphatically. "One million dollars if you take them yourself with no anesthesia". "The only rules are that you have to slice open your scrotum to remove them, you cannot simply hack everything off in one blow" the doctor said with a smile. He assured me they would stitch me up afterwards.
I carefully considered my options and simply could not pass up a million dollars. I called the Dr up to the surgical area and told him my plan. I told him how I planned to remove them to ensure it didn't disqualify me from the money. Dr Ormond explained to his audience what was about to happen and gave me the ok to begin.
I removed my clothes and got up on the table with a leg hanging of each side. I had a half erection and my balls were pulled up tight. I needed my sack to be loose for my plan to work so I began stretching it. Stretching my scrotum wasn't working and now I have a full erection. I knew what I had to. I started stroking my cock faster and faster until it unleashed a thick rope of cum. I could hear the onlookers talking.
Now that my erection is gone and my back loosened it was time to get down to business. I stretched my sack out on the table in front of me. My heart felt as if it were leaving my chest and my stomach was in a knot. I reached for the scalpel and quickly sliced through my sack. I'm looking down trying to comprehend what I have done. No time to think, I push my testicles through the opening. I'm reaching for tools, but I can't stop looking at my exposed testicles. I'm reaching for what looks to be a cleaver so I can take them off quickly, but I knock it to the floor. There is no way to get down to retrieve it so I go with plan B. I find medical shears. I place the cords in the shears and with a deep breath I slam them shut as quickly as possible.
I awaken a couple of hours later. Dr Ormond said I passed out right after severing my testicles. I look down to see everything neatly stitched up. Dr Ormond then said "my associates agreed to compensate you 1.5 million". "They were very impressed with how you took care of business, and the additional show you provided".
I was walked out to meet up with my wife. "That took much longer than I expected' she said with a worried look. I explained to her what happened and the money I received. Tears ran out of her eyes as she tried to comprehend the sacrifice I made for our family.