Fantasy Castration Services: 1 & 2 (Best Birthday Ever / The Dinner)

In late 2020 I published a series called Rupture Fest where readers submitted their names and photos so they could star in ball-destroying contests; you can see the line-up here that links to those stories. The Rupture Fest event was run by a shadow organization that made all the contraptions, found all the volunteers and cleaned up all the splattered testicles... An anonymous fan took the concept of a secret organization dedicated to castrating willing volunteers in creative ways and wrote an entire series called Fantasy Castration Services! 

I’m going to publish parts 1 and 2 today with 3 and 4 coming later with additional installments through 2023 and possibly 2024. I really hope you enjoy them and please leave feedback in the comments, I know he'll appreciate it. 

Also, I have retroactively updated the Rupture Fest series to include explicit references to Fantasy Castration Services so that his work is officially part of the Cracked Nuts Ball Busting Universe! This is a perfect opportunity to remind you that I'm always open to publishing guest work!

Part 1: Best Birthday Ever

It was the happiest day of Ian’s life.

It was their 19th Birthday and his best friends Owen and Max had gotten him the best birthday present they could think of, castration.

He’d always hated his testicles, they were large filling in what for most guys would be a roomy sac, but on him it was uncomfortable. They had no swing and when he sat he had to keep his legs spread or they’d get squashed. His large cock he liked but his nuts. No. Just no.

Ian, Owen and Max were inseparable, they’d grown up together, all only children of parents who loved them provided for them, but had to work so many hours to make ends meet didn’t see them as much as they wanted to. By coincidence they also shared their birthdays, all of their parents agreed they might as well have been triplets 

Only a year prior Ian told the other two that he wanted to “lose his nuts”. They had been confused, didn’t understand why but had looked things up, learnt the word castration and helped Ian find the language he needed to explain.

That year, Owen and Max had sat Ian down and asked him to write down how he wanted to be castrated. Embarrassed he’d written something simple, his friends looking over his shoulder encouraged him. Telling him if he really wanted to be castrated no holds barred, how would he want it done? Eventually crying, he wrote it down. His friends hugged him. Told him it was all ok, they were always there for him.

Owen and Max had found out about Fantasy Castration Services (FCS), the same people who ran Rupturefest. For men who had a specific castration fantasy but couldn’t make it to Rupturefest, FCS made the outcall service free but they would record all the details. They had a catalog for their clientele who could buy the video of the men being castrated as they wanted. 

They also kept a list of their clientele’s fantasies of how they would like to destroy testicles and if they had any matches there was a quite absorbent fee where the watchers could be in on the action.

The friends had brought Ian’s fantasy to FCS and asked if they would do it. FCS had a strict age policy. The boys said OK, could it be a birthday present for Ian’s 19th?  FCS was delighted to run this special party for them.

Owen and Max had told all their parents they had a special surprise party planned. They had met with their parents early to celebrate and have cake etc. Then dragged a surprised Ian off, he had no idea what was coming.

They headed across town to an apartment, Max let them in with the key he’d been given. Inside was a slightly older guy, maybe early to mid twenties.

“Hi boys. I’m Alex, I’ll be looking after you today and you must be Ian.” 

Alex stuck out his hand and Ian shook it.

“Happy birthday Ian, this is a present from Owen and Max. We’ll be castrating you today.”

Ian couldn’t believe his ears. He looked from Max to Owen to Max as they nodded encouragingly.

“Seriously? You guys arranged for me to be castrated?”

He grabbed the two others in a bearhug.

“Best. Friends. Ever.”

As they let go Alex spoke up while passing them a glass each.

“Drink up. OK before we get to the paperwork a few things, I’m a trained medical technician specializing in castration and we have a full medical team and surgical set up in the apartment across the hall. We’re here to castrate you the way to be castrated but there are some things that need to be done afterwards for your health and well being.”

The three boys nodded.

“And just so you know I understand how important this day is for you.”

Alex pulled his trousers down; he had a large cock hanging limply between his legs. He moved it out of the way so the boys could see the smooth skin where his sac should have been. The three boys gawped.

“I had mine done two years ago at the closing ceremony of Rupturefest 2020.”

The boys had heard rumors of Rupturefest, the number and depravity of the castrations there.

“My old man and I got it done together on stage in front of an audience like we wanted.”

“Your dad did it with you?”

“Yep he’d wanted it done for years but didn’t go through with it, when I told him I wanted to be done he decided to get it done with me so I wouldn’t feel alone. Everyone always said I was the spit of him and he joked I wouldn’t be the spit of him anymore if he still had his.”

“But that isn’t what made it so special for us, someone had overheard us talking backstage just before we went on saying it’d be fun to wake up with the other’s empty sac in our hand.” 

“Whoever overheard us made it happen. After our nuts were destroyed and we’d passed out. They took us to the medical room and cleaned out our sacs then positioned us with our hands over the other’s scrotum. I woke up after my old man, to him feeling my empty sac and me feeling his.”

“A few weeks later we went back and had our scrotums removed together, had them turned into leather pouches and gave them to each other. “

Alex took out a necklace with a leather pouch attached.

“You don’t have to do anything like that. I’m telling you this because I know what this means to you and I want you to know we will do any after service work you need.”

“OK, It’s your special day, would you like me to cover up or do you want me to fully undress so you can see what things are like afterwards?”

Ian looked to the other two for help.

“Don’t look at us.” Said Owen. “It’s your gift, do what you want.”

“Take them off.” Ian said meekly, embarrassed by the request in front of his friends.

Max and Owen saw, looked at each other, nodded and simultaneously stepped either side of Alex and pulled his t-shirt off. Pushed Alex onto a chair, pulled his shoes off and then his trousers.

“No embarrassment Ian, we want it to be perfect for you.” Max smiled at his friend.

Alex moved some papers over the counter. 

“Sign these. This states you’re at least 18 and legally allowed to make decisions for yourself. This is your contract with us stating you consent to be filmed and for us to sell the footage, we’ll also send you the footage if you want it. You don’t have to decide that now. And this form is for medical, for today and any after service care you need.”

Ian signed both copies of each. Alex took one copy and put it in a folder with a bunch of others. The other copies he put in a plain blue folder stamped with the initials FCS and Ian’s name underneath. 

“We’ll drop these off with you when we get you home. There’s also a card in there with a contact number if you need aftercare. As well as some brochures and medical information as to options of what to do next and resources. All good?”

Ian nodded.

“Okay, why don’t you three sit on the couch. Tell us about yourselves and why you’re doing this.”

Alex liked the interview. It made him feel closer to his clients and also the clientele who would buy the footage later often liked more detail about the man they were about to watch be ruined.

“OK, why don’t you boys take your clothes off and get hard.”

The three stood up and stripped.

“Wow. All three of you are nicely hung.”

Ian in the middle was about 12 inches, not too girthy, with his large hated balls resting on the couch. Max on the left was the “smallest” 8 inches and thicker than Ian’s, his nuts were slightly smaller and his scrotum tighter. Owen however was enormous 14 inches and thicker than either of the others with testicles larger than the other two put together.

“Real pussy wreckers.” Alex laughed.

All three boys blushed.

“Oh you guys haven’t ever?”

“No, we haven’t.”

“Well thank you for allowing me to join you for this special occasion.”

Alex knelt forward between Ian’s knees and took something from under the couch. It looked like a clear plexiglas ball crusher but where the screw would usually be on the four corners were a mechanism.

Alex put Ian’s cock and balls through the hole in the bottom of the device.

“Now when I attach the top plate it’ll click in place and from then on I can’t remove it even if I want to. This is your last chance to back out, no harm no foul if you do.”

“Do it, please.” Ian’s cock twitched and Alex brought the top plate down over it and it snapped into place. Alex then took some wires from the machine and rubbed them up the length of the underside of Ian’s cock.

“OK, who’s next?”Asked Alex.

Ian looked confused as Max said.

“Do me.”

Alex started repeating the process on Max.

“Max. What? No.”

“It’s ok Ian. You remember last year we asked you to write out your perfect castration fantasy?”

“Yeah, but that’s my fantasy, you guys never wanted to be castrated.”

“We don’t but we wanted to give you the perfect castration you really wanted. Besides some friends get tattoos or whatever together we’re getting castrated together.”

Alex looked at Max.

“Last chance to pull out.”

Ian lunged to stop Alex but Owen pulled him back as the top snapped shut.

“But you guys didn’t sign the paperwork. They have to sign the paperwork, don’t they Alex?”

“They do.” Confirmed Alex.

“We snuck out last night after midnight and met Alex to sign all the paperwork.”

Alex started working on Owen’s crotch but had some difficulty getting his large orbs through the hard plastic.

“No need to be gentle with them Alex. It’s not like they get to protest for long,” joked Owen.

Alex rammed the first testicle through, Owen doubled over in pain.

Ian’s cock twitched and Max laughed.

“Don’t worry lads sack tapping won’t be a problem for much longer.”

“But you guys want kids, I know you both want them.”

That’s already sorted.” Replied Alex. “We arranged for the boys to visit a sperm bank and make a deposit. We work with several here and they waved the usual age restriction as a favor for us. 

“Max, what’s up?” Ian had noticed a strange look on Max’s face.

“I didn’t make the deposit.” He admitted. “It just didn’t seem right, like I was cheating on the castration. I want you to know I’m in this all the way with you.”

“You too? Huh. I felt the same. Didn’t make the deposit either.”

“Why didn’t you say?”

“Didn’t want to make you feel like you had to. Didn’t want to pressure you into it.”

“That’s why I didn’t tell you either.”

“Guys seriously. You don’t have to do this.”

“You're right we don’t have to, we want to. We want to do this with you. We want to be the same as you, the three of us together.”

The three boys hugged.

“OK boys. The electrodes I attached to your dicks are connected to the ball crushers which in turn are wirelessly connected to each other. So when one of you orgasms it measures the length and intensity and that will move the plates together. The longer and more intense the orgasm the closer it will move the plates. The drink I gave you when you came in had some chemicals in it to keep you hard.”

“I was wondering why I’d been stiff for so long.”

“Start jerking off and enjoy them, they’re your last orgasms ever.”

All three boys started stroking their cock furiously as Alex stepped well back so as not to be in the frame for any of the cameras.

It took only three strokes to Ian to have his first orgasm. He spurted so hard he hit the ceiling, the second cum rope didn’t go as high and came down with a splat across Owen’s chest. The third got Max and forth and final went across his own face and chest.

As Owen came, making sure to splatter his friends with the last of his possible children the ball crushers were starting to put pressure on each of their testicles but nothing painful yet.

“Here it comes.” Gasped Max as he came over his friends.

“Dude you got some in my mouth.” declared a somewhat shocked Owen.

“How did your no-longer nieces and nephews taste?” Joked Max.

“Find out for yourself.” Owen leaned over and pointed his throbbing cock at Max’s face just as he reached his second orgasm.

Max opened his mouth intending to close it before the cum hit his face but wasn’t fast enough. A thick rope of cum half landed in his mouth. He spluttered

“Tastes like crying unborn babies.”

The panes of the vice were about halfway closed and the boys were in obvious pain. It only made Ian’s dick twitch harder. He started cumming again.

“Ahhh, I think I felt one crack” Owen moaned.

The other two looked at his plexiglas box out of curiosity while they kept stroking.

“I can’t see anything. Wait no it’s bruising damn quick.” Ian moaned “FUUCk! I think one of mine went too.”

Max started to cry, “I didn’t think it’d hurt this much, Ahhhh. I think lefty just bit it.”

Alex spoke for the first time since they had started jerking off.

“I think there’s only one orgasm left. Who wants it?”

“Together?” Asked Ian.

“Together.” They confirmed.

Despite their pain they edged until they all nodded and had a last joint orgasm. It was so intense the boxes rammed home to less than a millimeter apart.

All three boys howled as the cum was forced out of their crushed balls spurting over them like thick gooey rain. Pink then darker pink. Alex was sure he could see little bits of crushed testicle forced out of their dribbling cocks.

They collapsed only half conscious as the plates of vice were released. Alex quickly moved to remove them and Owen’s came off far easier than it went on.

In a haze the boys felt their near scrotums, squishy. Then they felt each others.

“Oh good we’re still the same.” a befuddled Max.

“So much for our parent’s grandkids.” Smirked Owen.

“Best birthday ever.”

Part 1.5: Interlude

Alex was sitting at his desk wearing only his necklace with a leather pouch on it as usual. His legs apart while his large cocked rested lazily between his legs. He loved this position as he could really feel the lack of testicles between his legs which used to push his dick up higher. He also loved the feeling of the leather pouch, which used to be his father’s scrotum resting on his chest.

He had a small stack of files each of which was some man’s or men’s castration fantasy. Each very different and exciting.

The Management hadn’t been too sure when Alex approached them for the idea of Fantasy Castration Services being offered to men outside of Rupturefest. They hadn’t wanted to lose access to the many men wanting to be violently castrated in front of a crowd for Rupturefest but Alex explained that the men signing up for FCS’s intimate at-home services were in a different client pool than the ones who wanted it done in front of a salivating crowd at Rupturefest. Long story short, there were plenty of nuts to go around.

While the first few castrations had gone well the sales of the films hadn't really done that well. 

They were consistent sellers, enough to cover the outlay of setting things up with a bit of profit but nothing huge.

Then two things happened. Hal had mastered some new video editing software and the trio. Ian, Max and Owen. Three adorable young men having their nuts turned to pulp on their birthday.

Bill, his camera guy had outdone himself with multiple cameras around the room trained on each boy and some on all three as well as micro spy cameras in the workings of the ball crushers so you could watch their testicles destroyed up close. 

Hal had learned new software that could split the screen in four, each quarter was a close up of one of the three boys and the last a group shot. You could tap each quarter and make it a single window to watch a particular part in detail and you could flip between the different camera angles at your leisure getting the views you wanted, not what some editor decided was the best shot. As well as there being enough camera angles that each time you watched it looked like something fresh and different.

Sales had shot through the roof and the Management had offered Alex a nice corner office and a massively increased budget as it was sold to many who hadn’t gone to a Rupturefest and demand for tickets to the next event had skyrocketed as well.

Alex had said yes to the budget but asked to be left to run FCS as he saw fit. So long as the sales stayed good the Management was happy to let Alex do his thing.

Alex looked up from the file he was reading and hit the intercom.

“Brent?”

“Yes boss?”

“I’ve just finished reading an interesting file. Get your boys together. I need you to work out what’s the toughest glass we can get our hands on. Oh and a tank.”

“Boss?”

“I know. But it’s what the client wants.”

“I’ll be out of the office for the rest of the day, I have to attend a dinner party.”

“Righto boss. Send me that file and I’ll see what we can do.”

Part 2: The Dinner

Alex arrived at the apartment a good hour before the host  would arrive, the guests would be about two hours later.. Checking everything was ready. Bill, Zack and Dave had worked their magic again. 

Bill was the camera guy, the cameras around the apartment weren’t noticeable. Zack the sound guy was a plain wizard. The hidden mics picked up every sound, nothing would be missed. 

Dave was the lighting guy, all the extra lighting needed to give the professional quality to the filming was tastefully blended into the furnishings and not intrusive. 

They were now in the apartment next door making sure everything would be recorded in as much detail as possible.

Marshall was in the apartment across the hall which was a fully outfitted medical center that would be there to deal with the necessities, his team were on standby.

Pierre was a specialty chef flown in to help the host prepare dinner, he was in the kitchen prepping the food.

The door opened and a cute young man in his early twenties came in, short brown hair, clean shaven, a nice jawline and smile to die for.

“Alex?” He asked almost hoping there would be no reply.

“I’m here.” He replied walking into the hall.

The young man broke down in tears.

“I don’t want to do this. I want to keep my balls. I want to have kids.” he sobbed.

Alex put his arm around the young man. Due to the nature of their services, Alex and his crew were used to guys getting cold feet at the last minute and even though they loved their jobs and need the fresh content the FCS crew would never pressure or guilt someone to change his mind should he choose to back out at the last minute. Management realized that the shows were more enjoyable for everyone involved (not to mention easier to arrange since they weren't having to literally abduct guys to provide the balls) after they abandoned the forced participation of Rupturefest 2013 and switched to strictly-volunteer only, an improvement Alex had spearheaded.

“It’s ok, you don’t have to go through with it if you don’t want to. We never accept men being coerced into this. It’s your choice and your choice alone.”

“Even after you set this all up?”

“You can walk out the door right now, or just enjoy the night with your friends and we'll leave. All the food and drinks, all the cookware, it's yours to enjoy. No penalties, no hard feelings."

Alex gave Anton a genuine smile, fully expecting the scared young hunk to back out.

“But I bet the team. I can’t welch on a bet with the team.”

“I’m sure they won’t really force you to go through with it and find a different penalty, one that isn’t as permanent.”

“No. No. I won’t be known as a welcher. I’d rather be a balless wonder, than a welcher.”

He pulled himself together.

“You still got all my paperwork?”

“Of course.”

“Ok, let’s do it..."

“This way to the kitchen then.” Alex led the young man in.

“Pierre, this is Anton, the host for tonight’s dinner party. Anton, this is Pierre, he's a five star specialty chef. We know you want to do the cooking yourself, Pierre is here to advise and make sure the food is perfect.”

“Bonjure Anton. Thank you for allowing me to help prepare tonight’s repast. I will remain as unobtrusive as possible and once the cooking is done I will leave so as not to intrude on this special evening.”

“Um thanks. Are you?”

“Mais Oui. Would you like to see?”

Anton nodded and Pierre opened his trousers and lowered them. His crotch was totally smooth except for a small hole. Anton stared confused.

“I had my testicles removed ten years ago for my wedding. My husband was so happy and grateful for the wedding gift. Afterwards I did not like my saggy scrotum so I had it removed a few months later. I had my penis removed only two months ago for our tenth wedding anniversary.”

“You did that for him?”

“Mais oui. We love each other very much.”

“So that’s my future?”

“Non, this was my choice for me. Your choices are yours alone. After tonight, if you wish you can have substitutes put in that would make it look like you still have testicles. It is your body you can do with it as you wish.”

Anton hugged Pierre.

“Thank you, I really needed to hear that.”

“Let’s get started cooking.”

“Very well.” Pierre handed Anton an apron.

Anton looked at it for a moment.

“You know what, I got a better idea.”

Anton pulled off his clothes and threw them to Alex.

“Can you put those somewhere? I can't get them. I don’t want to get cold feet.”

Anton wasn’t big but nicely muscled, a dark tan covering his torso to his waist which changed sharply to a pasty white as far as his mid-shin. He had a pert hairless butt and a 4 inch circumcised cock under some neatly trimmed pubes. The real stars were his massive gonads, each was the size of a large chicken egg.

Anton and Peirre got to work in the kitchen.

An hour later there was a knock at the door. Alex opened it to find four puzzled looking guys about the same age as Anton.

“Gentlemen, please come in. Anton is in the kitchen.”

The four men filed past Alex and his directions to the kitchen.

“Dude pants!”

“My party, my dress code. Besides, I want you to see the desert before you eat it.”

Anton grabbed his full scrotum and shook it at his friends.

They all laughed, clapped each other on the back and settled into good natured banter. Alex watched, he was good at reading people.

Hugh was a little shorter than Anton, dark hair and a rim of facial hair around his jawline and an infectious smile. 

Dough was the tallest at 6’ 4” blonde hair, and a soft jaw that made him less intimidating than he otherwise might have been. He was built like a brick shithouse and took every chance he could to snatch glances at Anton’s pert butt.

Howie was the shortest at 5’ 4” he had a barrel chest with dark hair on his chest sticking over the top of his t-shirt. His head was a mass of dark curls.

Rob, in a group of good looking guys stood out. Fiery red hair and neat trimmed beard, piercing gray eyes that seemed to take in everything. He was the group leader Alex guessed. Rob noticed Alex watching everyone the way he did and nodded. 

“First course is ready, if you’d kindly make your way to the table.” declared Anton.

They moved to the table and sat down. Rob noticed there were only 4 place settings and looked at Anton.

“Okay what’s really going on here Anton?”, Rob demanded in a calm yet serious tone.

“I’m paying off my bet.”

“Which bet?”

“I bet against our team getting into the quarter finals of the city soccer league. We got into the final.”

“I’d forgotten you did that. Damn. You remembered it.” Rob laughed.

The other guys hadn’t remembered either.

“I remember every bet I make and I always pay up. So it is a four course meal for you guys.”

Anton obviously had worked tables before as he served dinner, with impeccable precision. He made sure all the drinks were kept full as the evening wore on. The guys at the table got more raucous and Dough even copped a handful of Anton’s bubble butt much to the amusement of the other guys who thought it was just funny.

It was time for dessert. Pierre brought in a cutting board with some of the sharpest knives he owned, a stand alone burner lit with a heating pan, a bottle of red wine, a bowl and some utensils.

“And now gentlemen for the highlight of the night. Desert. As per the bet it will be my thinly sliced testicles fried in red wine topped with a sauce of my last orgasm and hope for children.”

The guests laughed at the joke and hollered as Anton started stroking his cock in front of them, not yet realizing how serious Anton was. They started giving lewd suggestions and women he should think of to make him cum faster.

He nodded at Pierre who got the bowl in front of his cock just in time to catch the first spurt. Anton’s moan of ecstasy surprised even himself. Hugh and Howie started giving him marks out of 10. Dough had one hand under the table, Alex was pretty sure he was stroking himself. 

Rob went very quiet.

“You're serious aren’t you?” 

“Of course I lost the bet, I pay the debt.”

“Dude. we’re not going to eat your nuts.”

“You don’t have to, I just have to serve them up.”

The fact that Anton was serious had finally penetrated the alcohol and lust of the rest of the table.

“Dude no way.”

“You can’t do this.”

“We were drunk and high when we made that bet.”

“I don’t even remember us making the bet, it doesn’t count.”

“GUYS! Relax, you don't have to remember it for it to have happened. I made it, I lost. I pay up. Sit back and enjoy the once in my lifetime show. Alex?”

Alex came forward with a swab and a scalpel. Knelt down in front of Anton.

“What are you doing?” 

Alex looked to Anton who nodded.

“I’m sterilizing the scrotum, it also contains a mild anesthetic so he won’t feel the incisions.”

He wiped Anton’s scrotum thoroughly. And made mirror incisions on the sides then moved back.

Alex put his sac over the cutting board so his friends could clearly see as he squeezed the left side.His naked testicle popped out and flopped onto the cutting board. 

Anton grunted in pain like he had just been sac tapped.

His friends were stunned to silence looking at the testicle.

Anton readjusted his grip on his sac and pushed his right testicle out. Again he grunted as the testicle connected with the chopping board.

He picked up the knife, Pierre at his side.

“Just like we practiced. Swift clean cuts, you don’t want to ruin the meat. I can take over if you need me to. It’ll hurt.”

Anton lined up the knife as he looked at his defenseless right nut.

Lined up the knife and chopped the tip off the testicle. He almost doubled over in pain, only that Pierre and Alex caught him.

“I can’t do it myself.” He gasped. “Pierre please.”

“Of course, mon ami. Rob, would you mind helping hold him please?”

“Can’t you at least give him anesthetic?”

“That would ruin the meat, Anton wishes to give you only the best.”

Rob took Pierre’s place holding Anton. Pierre moved to the other side in front of Alex so Rob would be able to see what was happening.

Pierre lifted the knife and with a chef’s swift practiced smooth skill chopped Anton’s right testicle into thin slices. The howls of agony from Anton would have brought the police knocking if it wasn’t for all the extra soundproofing Alex had gotten added to the apartment.

Alex and Rob held Anton in place as tears of pain rolled down his face. It took him a few minutes to recover. 

Panting “Do the other one.”

“You don’t have to do that, one is more than enough for all of us.”

“DO. IT.”

Pierre swiftly cut Anton’s remaining testicles to slices.

Anton’s screams faded a few minutes after Pierre finished.

His buddies were sober from the shock of watching their buddies' testicles sliced up. 

Like clockwork, Dave swooped in and cauterized the wound with precision. It was clearly not the first time he had done it; Management required every on-site staff member of Fantasy Castration Services to have advanced medical knowledge for obvious reason.

Anton, still supported by Alex, who nodded to Rob to return to his chair, he splashed red wine into the heated pan which brought it to a near instant boil. He picked up the chopping board and slid his sliced nuts into the pan as well. He quickly seared the slices, moved the pan over the stunned footballers’  small plates and divided the contents between them. He picked up the bowl he had cum in earlier and poured it over the sizzling testicle slices like a sauce.

“Gentlemen, a once in-my-lifetime serving of jock testicles, pan seared in red wine with topped with my last chances of ever having kids. Please enjoy.”

“Please eat up.”

His friends looked at the plates in front of them dumbfounded.

“Guys it’s getting cold, I just had my testicles cut up for you guys to eat, you could at least taste them.”

Hugh picked up a slice of testicle with his fork and dipped it in the cum sauce.

Moved it in front of his mouth, stopped for a moment to look at the slice of his friend's testicle at close range. Then put it in his mouth and chewed.

“Dude gross.”

“I can’t believe you just ate nads.”

His eyes lit up.

“Wow. Dude your nuts are amazing. Seriously guys, you have to try them.”

The others did the same. 

“How did we not know this was so good?”

“Anton, you're amazing for letting us do this.”

The four men devoured the desert, going so far as to lick the final bit of sauce from the plates.

They stood up and group hugged Anton. 

“We have to do this again.”

All eyes went to Anton’s empty sac.

Then traded glances at each other.

“Fine,” Rob spoke up. “If we win the league next year I’ll cook mine for you all.”

There was much cheering from the group.

The cameras were turned off an Alex was taken into a spare bedroom for more advanced medical treatment and sedatives. The workers of Fantasy Castration Services never forgot that their clients weren’t just generic husks with testicles attached and they were treated with dignity and respect throughout the process.

“Can I get a card in case we win next year?”

Alex handed him one and Rob gave an odd smile as he turned to leave.