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That’s right Faggot. Stop being the scouring little Faggot in the corner of the stall. Get out here now Faggot!

Here’s what going to happen Faggot -

1/ We are going to climb up in the loft and you are going to get on your knees and give the beat blowjob of your pathetic little life. You are Cock sucker and know how to suck cock. You are going to take my man size testicles and suckle and worship them. Is that understood Faggot?

2/ I am going to bend you over and breed you! This nine inch thick uncut cigar cock is going to your Faggot Pussy a good breeding. You will take for as long as I want to fuck you. You are not to touch your little faggot clit. It’s about satisfying my needs as a man until I shoot my semen and sperm deep in slide you. Is that understood Faggot?

3/ You will tied to one of the support beams and my dirty raunchy jock strap will be stuff into your mouth to keep you silent. Then I am going to pull out my castration banding tool and a little green castration band. I am going to snap a castration band around your little pathetic Fagnuts and watch you grimace in pain as you look down was watch your castration. Slowly turning purple, and cold.

4/ Once dead and I am going slice above the band and hack your Fagnuts off. Even your little scrotum is going! Once cut, sew you up and release you.

5/ You will report back to me in my barn four weeks from today where I go get on your knees and so you can worship cock and testicles all over again. Only this time, I am going to be your first to fuck your eunuch pussy.

Knives Out

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Breaking A Straight Cop

Officer Ryan didn’t know how much more of this he could stand, how long he could last before he finally gave in and told them what they wanted to hear. He was so tired, so incredibly tired. They’d kept him on his feet, his legs spread wide-apart by leather cuffs, close on 24 hours now. His thick thighs and calves felt like they were on fire. All Officer Ryan wanted to do was lie down or at least sit down. That’s all he wanted. But they wouldn’t let him - they wouldn’t let him until he told them what they wanted to hear, until he told them that he wanted them to fuck his cop-hole, to core out a pussy between his ass-cheeks and turn him into their fuck-bitch, their cum-dump, their sex slave.

Ryan was so tired, so incredibly tired. And there was always one of them in here, watching him, making sure he didn’t leave his feet, didn’t try to kneel down or lie down, do anything that might relieve the monstrous pain emanating from his burning thighs and calves. Twice he’d just collapsed, crumpling down on the floor. Immediately, the dude watching him had alerted his friends and they’d all come rushing in and forced him back onto his feet and then they took turns squeezing and pinching his nipples - his boy-tits as they referred to them - until he was howling in pain. The first time they’d worked on his nips for fifteen minutes, the second time for half an hour. By the time they’d finished their second session on his man-tits, the slightest touch to his inflamed nubs sent bolts of pain ricocheting through his body, worse even than the pain he felt in his quads and his calves. And they warned Officer Ryan that if he did it again they’d affix alligator-clips to his cop tits and leave them on there for hours. And Officer Ryan knew, he knew in the depths of his soul, that if they did that, if they put alligator clips on his tenderized boy-tits, he’d give in - he’d beg them to fuck him, to make him their cum-dump, their sex slave, he’d agree to do anything to get those clips off his tortured nips. So, for the last fourteen hours, he’d been standing there, struggling to stay on his feet, enduring the ever-increasing agony in his thighs and calves, battling against the sheer exhaustion that he knew would eventually overwhelm him.

It was bound to be a losing battle. Even Ryan realized that. He was already at the edge of his endurance and the men holding him prisoner seemed totally steadfast in their determination to break him. It was only a matter of time before Ryan conceded defeat and told them what they wanted to hear. And, that being the case, the smart thing to do - the only smart thing to do - was to give in now and at least the awful tortures of his quads and calves would end, though Ryan had no illusions concerning the other uses of a sexual nature he would immediately be put to. But that was going to happen eventually anyway. Why not give in now and simply accept the inevitable? That was clearly the smart move. Even Ryan realized that.

And yet. And yet, Officer Ryan just couldn’t bring himself to say those words, to ask to be fucked like a bitch, to ask these men to make him their cum-dump, their sex slave. He knew he was going to be fucked. He knew that as an absolute certainty. There was nothing he could do to keep that from happening, no way he could protect himself from that ultimate defilement. But, if he asked them to do it, if he opened his mouth and begged them to fuck him like they wanted him to do, Ryan realized he’d be losing a part of himself he could never get back - his own self-perception of masculinity. Somehow he realized that if he did give in - when he did give in - he wouldn’t just be serving as their sex slave, he’d become their sex slave. Ryan knew that if they kept him long enough, and he now no longer doubted that they would, he’d eventually see himself as their sex slave, as their property to use and abuse however they wanted and that once that happened, there would be no coming back. Ever. And that was the prospect that truly terrified him. He had to hold out, to hold on to his masculinity, as long as he could.

But the pain and the exhaustion were so bad, so unbelievably bad. He just couldn’t stand it anymore. And then, suddenly, his voice thick with tears, Officer Ryan heard himself speaking, “Fuck me. Make me your fuck-bitch, your sex slave. Fuck me. Please, fuck me.” And, as he could hear them all whooping and hollering and gathering together to take permanent possession of all that had made Ryan a man, bitter tears rolled down the rugged face. Officer Ryan knew he was lost. Forever.

After a year of forced workouts, strictly controlled diet coupled with an unhealthy amount of steroids, Master was finally ready to show off His muscle bitch. 

From now on, the two ‘outfits’ Master had chosen were all it would ever wear. People would snicker and openly mock it wherever it went…..ensuring it remained suitably humble and aware of its status 24/7. 

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With my first castration lined up I was eager to for it to happen, but had to be patient as it wasn’t exactly my decision to castrate this guy named Mark. Our mutual friend, Drake couldn’t fathom losing his testicles but never questioned Mark as we all are humans with different likes, fantasies and fetishes.

Drake didn’t t know my biggest and darkest secret that castrating another man was fantasy of mine or how horny I got thinking just thinking about it.

I purchased the medical supplies on line I needed. Scalpels, surgical threads, medical clamps, bandages… I had a buddy in the medical profession get me the lidocaine I needed to freeze the scrotum area.

I ordered a special Prada black bag as I decided this would be my treat. I wanted to look classy while carrying my little bag of tricks around. Who would have thought it would contain all the equipment I needed to castrate a man.

When I studied bilateral orchiectomies in med school (we used donated bodies), so I knew what I had to do in theory. The man’s right testicle was always taken first then the left. The penis would taped to the belly.

Sanitizing the area was the utmost important to stop future infection.

It’s a simple surgical procedure. A surgical paper blanket placed over the groin area and a simple hole was cut large enough to expose the testicles.

I always thought it would be hot to have a dude in stirrups with testicles just hanging there so innocent and ready to be taken but that is not the case. Maybe in the future if a client wanted to be castrated this way I would be happy to oblige.

The hardest part of the castration process was ensuring the chords were tied tightly to ensure no bleeding. Cutting spermatic cords, the vas deferens and pampiniform plexus take time. They are nasty and stubborn to cut through.

Many men that tried to perform self castrations or found a cutter that was not medically qualified had the potential to bleed out which became trip to the emergency room to have their lives saved.

In the mean time I created a cryptic website that only the underground world would understand and be able to decipher. It’s not like I could just create a web page or post a poster on a lamp post - “looking for castration? I’m your cutter!” It’s just not the simple.

They day had finally arrived that my Drake contacted me and said Mark was ready to be gelded! I was more than ready. The price has been arranged before hand and was to be paid in cash upfront. No trace of electronic cash transfers could happen.

The three of us met in the underground gay bar where we always hung out. My client Mark wanted to have his fair share of drinks. One to get himself relaxed and two to ensure he would go through with it. Drakeand I only only had a couple.

I was approached by a very attractive leather dude who whispered in my ear he wanted me to go to the back room. This made me horny. Getting my cock sucked on and face fucking this dude before we left for the evening had to happen. It was also going to help me relax and almost a surety I didn’t want to get a hard on while Castrating Mark later.

I ventured off into the back room with this leather dude who was not only masculine and muscular, but his eyes were steal blue and made my heart pitter patter. Look at me with this leather man and about to emasculate layer and suddenly I am developing a wee crush on this nameless dude.

We kissed passionately and we embraced like snakes. I grabbed his rock hard butt and pulled him tightly. I then put my hands on his shoulder and pushed him down on his knees.

It didn’t take long to him to have my leather belt undone and this cocksucker diving into my leather pants and pulling out my rock hard eight inch cock…

He sucked on my cock like a professional would have. I grabbed the back of his and drove my cock down his throat and held him there until started to run out of air. Great gag reflexes I thought. I just kept thinking about castrating Mark later and it made even more rock hard as I continued to face fuck this dude. Then my attention turned to castrating this cocksucker right here and now. The fantasy going going through my head. Where did this darkness come from? My cock, the last cock in his mouth before I castrated him.

That thought had me arch my back as I shot the best load of cum I think I had every shot. Four good strings for sure of semen and sperm down this cocksuckers throat. The dude suckled me and nursed on my cock until I could take no more. He looked at me, with his big brown eyes, like he was asking for mercy. I told him to get up.

I zipped up and asked him name. He relied Trenton and I mentioned we would be seeing each other in the future. He smiled and said gladly. Little did he know, I was thinking about how good his testicles would look in my hand.

Back to my friend and Mark. One more drink and then Mark home for his castration. Let the party begin… time to emasculate, to geld, to castrate another man.

Somewhere, in a hole in the desert which the enemy calls a prison, Bryce was stripped almost naked and hung from his neck to a metal bar. His hands are free, yet he must grip the metal bar with his his hands and perform a pull-up. He must keep his body lifted, because to let go would mean to hang from the neck. As if this were not enough, metal ankle shackles are tied to his testicles in such a way, that he has to lift his legs to avoid ripping his spermatic cords, straining his quads and and abs. Since this torture is not sustainable beyond 5 minutes, after every 5 minutes of agony, a hydraulic platform rises for 10 minutes, allowing Bryce's legs to stand on the platform. He uses this time to stretch his arms, lats, and abs. He also tries to fumble with the cord tied to his balls, to free them, but he cannot do so. After 10 minutes of uselessly and frustratingly trying to free his balls or his neck, platform starts to lower again, and Bryce must once again use every muscle in his body to save his manhood and his life. 

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No, just fry them up like oysters. While still on the vine even

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Have you heard of the slang word “cutter?” For those that don’t know what that means - Its someone that castrates men.

Men can’t simply get castrated in America. It’s medically not allowed and takes years of psychobabble bullshit to get medical approval. So these men seek out a cutter to get the job done.

To have their reproductive sexual organs cut out. Yes, it sounds barbaric, but some men don’t desire their most prized possession that make them men. How would I say it? The family jewels are not wanted hanging between their legs.

So men seek out my services to castrate them. Knowing, they just volunteered for me enjoy my dark side. To heinously remove their testicles. Once I take their balls there is turning back time.

Then there are men that seek out my services to have another man castrated out of revenge. From ruined business deals to jealous boyfriends and lovers. They hire to me ruin another man’s life. I am like a “hit man cutter”. My victims don’t see it coming and the pleasure becomes truly mine to emasculate a man against his will. I get paid thousands of dollars to cut!

You see those mob movies where someone gets a finger cut off or a or a tooth pulled with a pair of pliers because they won’t talk. Well I cut out testicles. It’s the ultimate punishment.

As sinister as that sounds and it’s sound very barbaric once I am hired to cut there are no boundaries. Sometimes it’s as simple as a knock on the door and getting the job done to planning for weeks, tracking my prey, capturing, Castrating and planning my escape route.

You may see this as sick, but I see it as a challenge, an excitement and a thrill. I enjoy Castrating men. To see the joy on the their faces when I do that last final snip and their last remaining testicle falls from their body.

Then there are the men that I am Castrating that are begging and pleading with me not to cut their testicles off. To see the fear in their eyes excites me while I am cutting.

I enjoy Castrating men that adorn their manhood and would rather die than be forced to watch their own castration. That’s my dark side. Castrating men gives me an endorphin rush like no other.

To hold a man’s testicles in my hand sexual excites me. It fulfills my needs, makes me feel like this is my purpose in life and I have found my calling. The rush to castrate another man and not get caught.

I have became so good at my job, I charge thousands of dollars and travel around the world to castrate men. From my homeland of America, to Spain, Thailand and Australia I have castrated 100s of men in so many different scenarios.

From from fun castrations to dangerous cutting missions I have lived life on the dark side. People see me on the street and think they see a professional, well groomed business man but they really don’t know me. It’s then the Jekyll and Hide persona.

How it all began…

It all started one Saturday night when a friend of a friend was very drunk one night and asked if I would cut him. I didn’t understand what he meant and he whispered in my ear, “castrate me”! I got that stir in my groin and that sexual urge with an erection in my leather pants and I said “yes”.

My name it Ted, I am an underground cutter and this my story.

The big beefy number 6 needs to be castrated to show its not just little fags ho get their balls harvested.

The finalists for

The Castration Barns Posterboy!

Our winner will become our Posterboy for The Castration Barn, ⭕️ Ranch and B&B, the Bunkhouse Hotel, Saloon and Bar, Barber Shop, Tattoo Shed and the soon and to open Bunkhouse Bathhouse!

Plus their Castration will be taken of courtesy The Castration Barn. You can also vote for your choice castration for the Posterboy.

In addition those voted for the Posterboy to be castrated will be eligible for draw for trip for two to watch the Castrations Barns Posterboy to castrated.

You as the winner will watch the Posterboys castation, allowed to take photos and a autographed poster of The Castration Barns first ever Posterboy.

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Contest ends 03/30/2020