My Handsome Surgeon (gay)
His blade is flashing in the beam of light. My breathing is deep as it will
ever get with the expectation of what is about to happen, myself laid ready
with my legs apart. I am naked save my

g-string, full with the thoughts of my ultimate sacrifice. The blade moves and
cuts my final clothing away, leaving exposed the focal point of my being with
him - this beautiful, handsome surgeon.

I have no need for pain relief, there is only place for sensual touch - his
touch, his knife. The first gentle stroke cuts into my scrotum between my
legs, turns up towards my penis and caresses across its base, then veers back
down to complete the incision. My living pouch separates and slips away from
me, my testicles left to be seen, full, exposed, naked, exciting - still
connected to my body by their tubes of life.

My testicles are cupped into his palm and taken into his waiting mouth, his
tongue embracing, exploring my unique nakedness. His lips close on my cords,
my manhood never to be seen again. He teases, savours each ball, almost
timelessly.............

................until the glinting, razor sharp blade severs the only
remaining connection my testicles have with me.

My final sperm shoots in ultimate orgasm from the tubes still winding from my
body.

I have been castrated.

My lover...........

My handsome surgeon............

My devourer................