Castration phone sex is one of those things a select group of people talk about. I never imagined that a doctor would have a thriving business cutting off balls, until my friend Emma told me that she worked in a private surgeon’s office that did at least twenty castrations a week. I couldn’t help but wonder and she told me that there were the men who had to get it done as a condition of release from prison and then there were the ones who got it to adhere to a program where they were being controlled. Whenever Dr. Swift saw a patient with a signed contract of consent, he knew there was a woman in charge who sent him there. The directions were always the same. The family jewels were to be sent back to the woman in charge with a note saying, “property of” and her name. It was a way to drive the point home that from this day his name would die, along with any control over his life and cock. Dr. Swift got a special thrill out of the act. After every surgery, she had her eunuch personal assistant come to her office and get on his knees in front of her with his pants down to show his ball-less cock, as he ate her very wet pussy. Being able to cut away the ability of men to get a woman pregnant got her so excited that she had to masturbate and ordered her assistant to as well. When she was near orgasm he was to repeat the words, ” Your fertile pussy is going to cum”, over and over, as she came all over his tongue. Her assistant would then stand up with his pants still down and his eyes fixed on the floor. He was not allowed to move until she told him to. When she addressed him as half of a man, he was able to retreat to the back office. Dr. Swift would come in to find him wearing a paper gown and nothing else. She would strap him to a gynecological table with his feet in the stirrups and a vibrating probe in his ass. His face was always red with embarrassment and she loved that, since he wasn’t allowed to shoot as he stroked before. If he had any balls they would be full and heavy. This time, he wouldn’t be able to stroke or control the useless spunk when it spurted from his fuck pole. She left him and closed the door. It was time to get a fresh scalpel and get to work. The eunuch would be waiting after she was done.
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