Castration phone sex inspired me. I had a call last week from a useless ass loser. He had a 2-inch dick and huge balls. Sadly, I saw pics. Some things you can never unsee. His balls obscured his shrimp dick. I was happy to take his nuts. At least it made his dick look bigger lol. Two nights ago, I was at a Goth bar when this little nerd came in. He bee lined straight towards me and flashed his tiny wiener. The geek had a death wish. To show me his cock he wanted killed or castrated, or both. I have a reputation. He said his girlfriend dared him, but I had a hard time believing he had a girlfriend. He looked truly scared when I pulled out my huge knife. My guess was a woman fucked with him and knew my reputation and wanted his balls gone. He reminded me of my caller because he had huge ass balls and a teeny tiny weenie. I took him into the bathroom to castrate him. I had no supplies, just my knife. This was a freebie. He wasn’t paying me, so no need to treat him well. He was some looser with a sort fuck stick exposing himself in public. I didn’t give a fuck if he got gangrene and died. Seriously, he was a loser with a death wish. I know a few. I had some Jack Daniels, my lighter and my trusty old knife. I made him put his cock under the dirty toilet seat to separate his nuts from his dick. The loser was so fucked up he was going along with it. I poured whiskey on his balls as a curtesy he wasn’t owed and chopped them off. It was medieval torture sex. Very bloody. He puked. What a wuss. I used my lighter to cauterize his wound and then I used some more whiskey to dull his pain. He acted like I took his fucking dick too. Ungrateful loser. I could have killed him, I should have killed him. I made his worthless dick look bigger and not even a thank you.
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