A twisted original story by: SnakeCharmer
CONTINUED FROM PART ONE: The second part of this story is written for those readers who appreciate a nice long castration fantasy from time to time. (And like, who doesn’t, right?)
“Adam, I would like to bring Nurse Devin back in the room. He is the nurse that showed you to this room and asked you to strip down completely for me to examine”, stated Dr. Stuart.
“Does that mean I am about to get dressed to leave, Doctor Stuart? I still feel that I need medical help here. I don’t think I should leave in the same condition as when I arrived. Aren’t you going to help me?” Adam is quite upset, and he wants the doctor to ‘do something’.
Doctor Stuart says reassuringly, “We at the clinic want to help you Adam, and we are going to suggest a couple of, I will say, remedies to get you stabilized. I want you to agree to allow our BCCT Nurse to examine you.”
Adam doesn’t know what BCCT stands for, or he might not have so calmly stated, “Sounds great doctor. And thank you for any recommendations you might be able to make!” Doctor Stuart smiles and nods knowingly. He didn’t think he would get any resistance from Adam. Not in his condition. And further, he isn’t aware of what duties a BCCT Nurse is license by the state to perform. A state that is governed by the BNWO. Doctor Stuart heads to the door and Adam asks if he should put on something to cover himself. After all, Adam has a full-on boner poking straight out from his pubic hair. Adam reasons, it is one thing for him to be stroking his pecker in front of his long-time doctor. However, it is quite another thing to be erect in front of a nurse he just met.
“Adam, as you know, Nurse Devin is a Black male. There is absolutely no reason why a White cuckold must cover up his body in his presence. It isn’t really expected. Besides, I want the nurse to examine your testes. So, the balls need to be readily accessible to his trained hands.”
“Oh”, says Adam. “Well, I am okay with whatever you think best, doctor.”
“Good boy, Adam. Now I will invite the nurse inside. Oh, and by the way, he has a trainee with him.”
The door was left wide open all this time so that Nurse Devin could overhear the conversation. Dr. Stuart raises his voice slightly and says, “Nurse Devin, we are ready, if the two of you are.”
“Yes sir!”, is the immediate reply. Then into the room walks Nurse Devin BCCT and he is followed by his assistant Cleave Stuart.
“Adam, I would like to formally introduce you to these two medical professionals. Nurse Devin here is a very experienced state-licensed BCCT nurse and has helped me many times at this clinic. He also has an excellent reputation with other local doctors. Do you know what the BCCT stands for Adam?” Adam shakes his head no. “BCCT is the initial for Black Castrator of Caucasian Testes.” Everyone waits for Adam’s reaction. Adam is confused as to what is going on and just sits there. So, Doctor Stuart continues the introduction and says, “This is a third-year medical student that is studying Urology and has a strong interest in the effects of castration for behavior control and cuckold acceptance. His name is Cleave Stuart, and he is my oldest son. He has an interest in this area of medical concentration.”
“YOUR SON!” states Adam a little excitedly. “He doesn’t look like you, not really that is.” Doctor Stuart thinks that this is strange and that, this is what Adam is thinking about. How his son doesn’t look like him because Cleave is Black. Adam should be reacting to the fact that the word castration has been mentioned several times, in the last couple of minutes. Even though the doctor is White, he still can’t help but think how strange the ‘White Folk’ can be sometimes, or maybe really, it is all the time.
“Yes, I am his son”, Cleave replies. He extends out his hand and Adam shakes it. Then Nurse Devin extends his hand and Adam shakes it as well. Everyone smiles at one another.
“I am not sure what all of this has to do with me,” states Adam.
“Well, neither do I. But I would like you to meet them both. There might be some questions about their line of work and what it accomplishes”, states the doctor. Since Adam has not voiced any objections so far, Nurse Devin jumps into the conversation and seizes control of the situation.
“Adam, I want to thank you in advance for your willingness to be examined here at the clinic. As you must know, we have your best interest at heart. I have looked over your chart and I have been listening to your conversation with Dr. Stuart this afternoon. I understand that you are experiencing emotional problems due to your recently changed living situation.”
“That is correct Nurse Devin.”
“Is it more depression or anxiety that is upsetting you?”
“Well, it is both.”
“What do you believe to be the root cause?”
“I am not the man of my house any longer. I think I should be. I think I should be in charge.”
“Adam, were you ever in charge?”
Adam looks around the room at the three of them, one White man and two Black men. He then states, “What do you mean, Nurse Devin?”
“Just what I asked you, were you ever in charge of the household?”
“Well, yes, I was! I am the man of the house and…”
Nurse Devin interrupts Adam, “Were you in charge, or has your wife always been in charge? You are married to a White woman. Don’t they normally run the house when they are married to a White male?”
Adam thinks back on his relationship with Tiffani over their married life. He always thought of her as That Devious Bitch that he was married to, and he had to be sneaky about getting his vasectomy. He wasn’t in charge, she was. He just brought home the paycheck.
Starting to squirm, Adam looks at the other White guy in the room, “Doctor Stuart, I am not comfortable with all of this questioning.”
“Alright, Adam.” Dr. Stuart replies. But maybe we need to get out of our comfort zones every now and then to look at ourselves honestly. Does that make sense?”
Looking down Adam realizes he needs to be truthful in order to enable the doctor to help him.
Nurse Devin steps forwards Adam. “Adam let’s take a break from the questions for a minute. May I examine your testicles?”
“Sure, why not?” he says apathetically.
Nurse Devin and the trainee Cleave Stuart exchange glances. They both would love to get their hands on those White balls. Devin reaches out and palms Adam’s left testicle and gives it a gentle squeeze. It feels so nice to have this White guy’s gonad in hand. He pulls down on the tight ball sack a bit. Devin feels a bit lightheaded for a moment while he imagines removing it from the owner. He smiles slightly.
Cleave nudges Devin with his elbow. Devin turns quickly to look at him. Then Devin states, “I need the help of my assistant Cleave with the examination.”
Still caught up in his revery, Adam just nods his head yes.
Cleave palms the right testicle. Like, Devin, did he gives it a squeeze, judging from the way Adam jerked, may be a little too firm a squeeze. Cleave has not yet been involved in a castration, although he has fantasized about it while jerking off. He often gets sexual gratification from his desire to castrate White males.
Cleave and Devin met one another at a chapter meeting of the Black New World Order. They were attending a lecture given by the renowned Doctor Kastrieren who has produced a documentary about three college age White males who were castrated in a group setting. The documentary is called, Doctor Kastrieren Completes a Triple Play. Cleave has a copy of the documentary and watches often in his bedroom. For Cleave, it is kind of like watching a porn movie. It gets him off.
Doctor Stuart is very much aware of Cleave’s fetish for castration of White males, and he encourages it. Doctor Stuart believes in Black supremacy and wants his four mixed race sons to breed the White girls with Black babies. He is very proud of his second son Taron who has already bred Tiffani. He fully supports Cleave’s fetish, and they have discussed it many times.
Devin spoke with Cleave at the chapter meeting because he finds Cleave attractive and wants to get to be close friends and who knows, maybe more. Devin is cautious because he knows that Cleave identifies as straight. But that fact doesn’t stop him from glancing down at the tent that has popped up inside of Cleave’s scrubs just now. Nice size boner. Not as big as his own, but nice all the same.
Devin uses his ‘official sounding’ professional voice and says, “Cleave, would you please examine both testes at the same time, while I make some notes.”
Cleave has a spasm of excitement, and nods in the affirmative. He holds both of Adam’s balls in the palms of his hands. Cleave’s boner grows to full length and is so strong it is not only tenting the thin scrub trousers, but it is pulling the waistband out from his tight muscular abs. Should Adam happen to take notice and look down, he could easily see Cleave’s dense dark curly pubic hair and the beginning of the young Black man’s thick shaft.
Doctor Stuart is taking all of this in while he is watching. He is smiling from ear to ear and slightly nodding yes. He is so glad to see his oldest son’s interest in human castration. It truly delights him. He feels like a successful father, proud of his son.
Doctor Stuart begins the conversation again with Adam. “Adam, who really WAS in charge in your household?”
“My wife Tiffani. I did things to please her and avoided other things to not upset her. I knew I was outgunned, as she and my three ********* were running the show.”
“Who is in charge now, still your wife?”
“No, a BLACK BUCK named Taron is running my house now. What is it you said that I am now doctor? A cuckold, isn’t that correct?”
“You tell me.”
Adam tears up, “Yes, I am a cuckold now. I really do like to watch my wife get Blacked BALLED by that handsome young Blackbuck stud. His dick is so big, it obscenely stretches out my wife Tiffani’s big fat mouth. It is the only time I have seen that bitch stop talking, is when she is too distracted while choking on Taron’s cock.” Adam’s own dicky is fully hard again while he is visualizing and telling what goes on in what once was his master bedroom.
Devin comes back over to where Cleave is handling Adam’s balls. Devin pretends nonchalance while acting like he is listening to Adam. He is really looking down the front of Cleave’s scrubs at his privates. Fucking ‘A’ man! How he would like to be choking on THAT Black trouser snake right now. Devin reaches down to the front of his own pants and adjusts his scrubs that have gotten to be too tight suddenly. Did the pants shrink somehow in the last twenty minutes? Devin grins at his own joke.
Adam is speaking, “How can young men produce so much fucking semen? Taron just shoots it all over Tiffani’s face and it gets in her bleached blond hair. He has even smeared his jiz on her face with his uncut Black glans and she just smiles up at him. She would have killed me for doing the same fucking thing.”
Nurse Devin asks, “Why does she NOT complain when Taron does that?” There is silence. “Adam, again, why does your wife allow that Black man to get away with doing that? Smearing his jiz on her face.”
Doctor Stuart states, “You know why. So, let’s talk about it.”
“BECAUSE HE IS A BLACK BULL STUD FUCKER WHO CAN FILL AND SATISFY HER LOOSE, SLACK-HAPPY, VERY SCANKY PUSSY!”
“Yes Adam, that is all correct but there is more to it than that.”
Adam confesses, “That man is a real MAN. He is what they call an ALPHA MALE. He likes pussy and he can CONTROL the females and make them come to him for a good fucking. I usually had to beg for a little pussy from time to time. With Taron, my WIFE is on her back yelling for him to impale her on his rock-hard Black telephone pole. I didn’t know she was a slut for Black cock! But I sure know it now! I have seen her get up from our bed and seen cum drip out of her wrecked pussy hole. You can smell that hot cum all over the bedroom.”
The room goes silent. Cleave is still palming Adam’s nuts and envisioning having them free in his hands. Devin is still looking down Cleave’s pants at his buddy’s rock-hard cock. Doctor Stuart is practically walking on air with pride for his son Taron, who breeding the White girls.
Adam glances around the room at the three medical professionals. He feels weak. White as a ghost. He looks down at his balls resting in Cleave’s dark hands and frankly states, “I don’t know why I even have those balls anymore. They don’t shoot sperm since my vasectomy. And I don’t act like a man anymore. Maybe I never did. My balls might as well be resting on the face of the moon, instead of dangling between my fat white thighs.”
All three of the men look at one another and seem to be thinking the same thing, BINGO! Now that’s what we want to be hearing!
“Well, funny you should say that, Adam” Dr. Stuart tells him. “I think all of us could agree on that LITTLE matter regarding your nuts. In fact, I think you would be much better off without those worthless nuts laughing at you from down there. They do mock you, don’t they Adam?”
Adam looks down at his tight white ball sack and the little balls inside that have atrophied over the past year. He reasons, they are worthless. They are laughing. They do mock me. I hate them. I am a cuckold. What do I need them for now? A couple of reminders of my silly hopes and dreams of becoming a man one day. Now I watch those muscular Black butt cheeks clenched together, just pumping away to a jungle beat, up and down on my wife. My devious BITCH wife. And I just stand at the edge of the master’s bed watching and beating off.
Adam looks up at Dr. Stuart and answers him, “Yes my worthless nuts mock me.”
Doctor Stuart knows that he can stop all the medication that Tiffani has been giving to Adam, if her husband gets his balls snipped off. “Adam, you will feel better without them, I can assure you.”
Adam feels he is ready to do the deed. Was that the plan all along? He brought in that Nurse that is…what is it again? “Dr Stuart, what is it that Devin is again, a BBC or something like that?”
Smiling at the BBC comment, the doctor reminds Adam, “Nurse Devin is a licensed BCCT, Black Castrator of Caucasian Testes. And he is top notch at is craft. No infections. Lots of satisfied households.”
“Adam, I do highly recommend that you agree to being castrated. We can do that ‘in house’. And do it today, if you want to start feeling better as soon as possible.”
Cleave starts to leak pre-cum into the trousers of his scrubs. Not a little pre-cum droplet. A small thin stream of clear pre-cum. This is his sexual fantasy that might actually come true today! His heart starts beating harder and he feels it in his temples and hears the beating in his ears. He feels a bit wobbly and lighthearted. This is so fucking thrilling! White boy castration! Just like in the documentary. Got to love it!
Adam flatly states, “Yes Dr. Stuart, I am ready to start feeling better. I know it is going to happen, so why prolong the inevitable. I want to get this castration operation over with today. Will that be alright?”
Doctor Stuart places his hand on Adam’s shoulder, “Yes, it is alright. Now let’s get the paperwork signed and your legs up in the stirrups. Do you mind if we film the castration? It is our standard operating procedure, but we still need your written consent.”
“I will sign whatever paperwork your office requires Dr. Stuart.”
“EXCELLENT!” all three of the medical professional’s state at the same time! Smiles galore!
Nurse Devin leaves the room to get the paperwork printed out for Adam’s consent to remove his testicles. Cleave follows closely behind him. “Please Devin, I so desperately want to be involved with this cuckold’s castration. May I please help to castrate him?”
Devin is trying to concentrate on getting the paperwork ready, but all he can think about is Cleave’s boner that is just inches away. “Man Cleave, your pants are soaked, did you piss in them, or is it what I think it is?”
“It’s not cum. It is just a little pre-cum man, that is all.”
“A LITTLE? Looks like you are about pre-cum-ed out. Maybe you should drink some water man! Geez!”
“I want to be involved with his castration, I want to remove one of his balls, myself! Is there ANYTHING that I can do to persuade you?” Cleave purposely leaves this question open ended like this. He knows that Devin is a queer, but that he usually sticks it to only the White boys. He likes the ‘romanticism’ of being a Black man sodomizing a White boy as a Reparation thing. Devin doesn’t want to piss off one of the doctors that is within his circle of clinics for his BCCT job. He likes this office and Dr. Stuart’s bedside manner. So he is cautious about propositioning Cleave.
“Listen Cleave, you are not licensed to perform a castration, so IF I ALLOW you to assist me, you have to NOT post-it on social media that Nurse Devin was the BCCT involved. They might guess, but a confirmation is something else. Can you agree to that much.”
“Yes! Now I have agreed to that much, what is the rest?”
“I want you and I to jerk off together, after we finish Adam’s emasculation.”
“Done!” agreed Cleave. He knows that he will shoot his wad really fast after he chops of one of Adam’s balls. So, a couple of minutes of whacking it off, no big deal. He has heard that Devin has a huge cock and low hanging nuts, so he wants to get a look to see if it is true.
Twenty minutes later and Adam is flat on his back on the procedure table, with his legs up high in the stirrups. Nurse Devin is injecting the numbing shot between the ball sack and the inside of the leg. He is doing this on both sides of Adam’s sack. Cleave is checking Adam’s vitals.
Doctor Stuart has seen to it that there are three cameras recording Adam’s castration. It will be posted later on the BNWO website for members to view and comment on. Almost exclusively, all members are adult Black males. However, some fathers will allow their teenage sons to view some of the sensitive media on the website. White castration probably never been viewed publicly, such as on cable TV, etc. It is considered to be protected information and therefore has a limited viewing audience. Such exclusivity drives up the paid membership for the BNWO. It is about money.
“Cleave, we are ready to begin now.”
“Understood.”
Devin begins slicing a two-inch access into the left side of the shaved ball sack. He pushes one of testes through the access. He then places a small clamp onto the cords carrying blood to the testicle, and then he releases the spring hinge. There is a loud SNAP sound that informs the BCCT that the cord has been crushed and blood flow to the testicle has been stopped. Adam jerks at the sound.
“What does that sound mean, ONE DOWN?” asks Adam.
“Not yet, not yet. We have only stopped the blood flow. We can’t have you bleed out.” Devin’s voice is actually reassuring. He knows what he is doing. “We will let that one rest for a minute.”
Devin nods to Cleave, who picks up the scalpel and creates an access on the right side of the scrotum. He also pushes the second testicle out of its warm dark home and into the cold spotlight. He snaps the clamp on the cords. Adam jumps again at the sound.
Cleave has a rock-hard erect penis. It hurts because it is straining against his scrub pants. Doctor Stuart is a smart man, and he is aware of what is going on. He walks over to his son and in one swift movement, he yanks down Cleave’s pants. His fully erect Black boner whacks hard into the side of the procedure table. It makes a loud noise. The sudden freedom causes Cleave give a jerk and yelp. The metal of the table feels cold against his cock, so he steps back a bit.
Adam asks, “Is everything alright down there?”
Doctor Stuart answers laughing, “Yes quite so! I just de-panted my son so his boner could be freed. His trouser snake was being restricted and the big old thing was majorly uncomfortable.” For some reason, this struck all of four of the men as being hilarious and they all had a hearty laugh.
Once it quieted down, Devin said, “Now we are going to free your left testicle with a laser.” Adam took a deep breath, but he didn’t realize it was after the fact. Devin was already holding the severed ball in his hand. He placed it in the metal tray. Devin’s cock was almost as hard as Cleave’s. But Devin holds his cock upright toward his belly button with the waist band of a jock strap. That keeps it out of the way.
“My assistant Cleave will do the honors with your right testicle.” Devin nods at Cleave and notices that Cleave looks strange indeed. Is he going to faint?
Cleave has been waiting for this chance! Before anyone can change their mind, he severs the cord below the clamp and Adam’s last remaining bit of manhood falls free into Cleave’s hand.
As soon as Cleave sees the freed human ball in his hand, his jiz shoots out of his erect cock and hits the metal side of the examination table. Cleave’s entire body jerks and his cock squirts and he yells “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” repeatedly. He is almost having a spasm attack, or full-on seizure. It is out of control and sexy as hell.
Devin starts to shoot his cum up onto his tummy, so he quickly pushes down his jockstrap and pants. Cleave has presence of mind to look for that big Black cock of Devin’s that he has heard about. It doesn’t disappoint. It is a dark black beast of a cock with pulsating veins. A huge heavy set of balls are swinging back and forth. The set of cock and balls could easily belong on an eight-foot-tall horny Minotaur.
Cum is hitting the table from both of the Black men who were preforming the White guy’s castration. It is sticky and stays on the metal, like cooked, thick spaghetti thrown onto a refrigerator door.
Adam sits up onto his elbows to watch the Black men orgasm, which is prolonged and almost violent. It rocks the world of both Devin and Cleave. For Cleave it is a defining moment in his life.
The room smells like fresh churned semen, in other words, MARVELOUS!
After a bit, the room quiets down.
Adam leans back down on the examination table. He is staring at the ceiling and not moving. He is thinking how White guys never stood a chance. Those damn jungle dicks are huge! He further reflects, who the fuck shoots cum like that? Not any White guy that I ever heard about.
“Adam?” Dr. Stuart askes, “Are you alright?”
Adam stirs and sits back up on his elbows. He says to the guys in the room, “When I was in high school, we had a joke we used to tell. Not that we believed it about Black guys. We thought the entire thing was made up, it was a myth. And White guys were the supposed butt of the joke of something that didn't exist. Well, I know better now. It is a statement of fact.”
Devin asks, “What was the joke, or statement of fact, as you put it?”
“It goes like this…What is 12 inches and White? The punchline…Nothing!” All four of the guys look around the room at one another, and then start laughing.
The End
CONTINUED FROM PART ONE: The second part of this story is written for those readers who appreciate a nice long castration fantasy from time to time. (And like, who doesn’t, right?)
“Adam, I would like to bring Nurse Devin back in the room. He is the nurse that showed you to this room and asked you to strip down completely for me to examine”, stated Dr. Stuart.
“Does that mean I am about to get dressed to leave, Doctor Stuart? I still feel that I need medical help here. I don’t think I should leave in the same condition as when I arrived. Aren’t you going to help me?” Adam is quite upset, and he wants the doctor to ‘do something’.
Doctor Stuart says reassuringly, “We at the clinic want to help you Adam, and we are going to suggest a couple of, I will say, remedies to get you stabilized. I want you to agree to allow our BCCT Nurse to examine you.”
Adam doesn’t know what BCCT stands for, or he might not have so calmly stated, “Sounds great doctor. And thank you for any recommendations you might be able to make!” Doctor Stuart smiles and nods knowingly. He didn’t think he would get any resistance from Adam. Not in his condition. And further, he isn’t aware of what duties a BCCT Nurse is license by the state to perform. A state that is governed by the BNWO. Doctor Stuart heads to the door and Adam asks if he should put on something to cover himself. After all, Adam has a full-on boner poking straight out from his pubic hair. Adam reasons, it is one thing for him to be stroking his pecker in front of his long-time doctor. However, it is quite another thing to be erect in front of a nurse he just met.
“Adam, as you know, Nurse Devin is a Black male. There is absolutely no reason why a White cuckold must cover up his body in his presence. It isn’t really expected. Besides, I want the nurse to examine your testes. So, the balls need to be readily accessible to his trained hands.”
“Oh”, says Adam. “Well, I am okay with whatever you think best, doctor.”
“Good boy, Adam. Now I will invite the nurse inside. Oh, and by the way, he has a trainee with him.”
The door was left wide open all this time so that Nurse Devin could overhear the conversation. Dr. Stuart raises his voice slightly and says, “Nurse Devin, we are ready, if the two of you are.”
“Yes sir!”, is the immediate reply. Then into the room walks Nurse Devin BCCT and he is followed by his assistant Cleave Stuart.
“Adam, I would like to formally introduce you to these two medical professionals. Nurse Devin here is a very experienced state-licensed BCCT nurse and has helped me many times at this clinic. He also has an excellent reputation with other local doctors. Do you know what the BCCT stands for Adam?” Adam shakes his head no. “BCCT is the initial for Black Castrator of Caucasian Testes.” Everyone waits for Adam’s reaction. Adam is confused as to what is going on and just sits there. So, Doctor Stuart continues the introduction and says, “This is a third-year medical student that is studying Urology and has a strong interest in the effects of castration for behavior control and cuckold acceptance. His name is Cleave Stuart, and he is my oldest son. He has an interest in this area of medical concentration.”
“YOUR SON!” states Adam a little excitedly. “He doesn’t look like you, not really that is.” Doctor Stuart thinks that this is strange and that, this is what Adam is thinking about. How his son doesn’t look like him because Cleave is Black. Adam should be reacting to the fact that the word castration has been mentioned several times, in the last couple of minutes. Even though the doctor is White, he still can’t help but think how strange the ‘White Folk’ can be sometimes, or maybe really, it is all the time.
“Yes, I am his son”, Cleave replies. He extends out his hand and Adam shakes it. Then Nurse Devin extends his hand and Adam shakes it as well. Everyone smiles at one another.
“I am not sure what all of this has to do with me,” states Adam.
“Well, neither do I. But I would like you to meet them both. There might be some questions about their line of work and what it accomplishes”, states the doctor. Since Adam has not voiced any objections so far, Nurse Devin jumps into the conversation and seizes control of the situation.
“Adam, I want to thank you in advance for your willingness to be examined here at the clinic. As you must know, we have your best interest at heart. I have looked over your chart and I have been listening to your conversation with Dr. Stuart this afternoon. I understand that you are experiencing emotional problems due to your recently changed living situation.”
“That is correct Nurse Devin.”
“Is it more depression or anxiety that is upsetting you?”
“Well, it is both.”
“What do you believe to be the root cause?”
“I am not the man of my house any longer. I think I should be. I think I should be in charge.”
“Adam, were you ever in charge?”
Adam looks around the room at the three of them, one White man and two Black men. He then states, “What do you mean, Nurse Devin?”
“Just what I asked you, were you ever in charge of the household?”
“Well, yes, I was! I am the man of the house and…”
Nurse Devin interrupts Adam, “Were you in charge, or has your wife always been in charge? You are married to a White woman. Don’t they normally run the house when they are married to a White male?”
Adam thinks back on his relationship with Tiffani over their married life. He always thought of her as That Devious Bitch that he was married to, and he had to be sneaky about getting his vasectomy. He wasn’t in charge, she was. He just brought home the paycheck.
Starting to squirm, Adam looks at the other White guy in the room, “Doctor Stuart, I am not comfortable with all of this questioning.”
“Alright, Adam.” Dr. Stuart replies. But maybe we need to get out of our comfort zones every now and then to look at ourselves honestly. Does that make sense?”
Looking down Adam realizes he needs to be truthful in order to enable the doctor to help him.
Nurse Devin steps forwards Adam. “Adam let’s take a break from the questions for a minute. May I examine your testicles?”
“Sure, why not?” he says apathetically.
Nurse Devin and the trainee Cleave Stuart exchange glances. They both would love to get their hands on those White balls. Devin reaches out and palms Adam’s left testicle and gives it a gentle squeeze. It feels so nice to have this White guy’s gonad in hand. He pulls down on the tight ball sack a bit. Devin feels a bit lightheaded for a moment while he imagines removing it from the owner. He smiles slightly.
Cleave nudges Devin with his elbow. Devin turns quickly to look at him. Then Devin states, “I need the help of my assistant Cleave with the examination.”
Still caught up in his revery, Adam just nods his head yes.
Cleave palms the right testicle. Like, Devin, did he gives it a squeeze, judging from the way Adam jerked, may be a little too firm a squeeze. Cleave has not yet been involved in a castration, although he has fantasized about it while jerking off. He often gets sexual gratification from his desire to castrate White males.
Cleave and Devin met one another at a chapter meeting of the Black New World Order. They were attending a lecture given by the renowned Doctor Kastrieren who has produced a documentary about three college age White males who were castrated in a group setting. The documentary is called, Doctor Kastrieren Completes a Triple Play. Cleave has a copy of the documentary and watches often in his bedroom. For Cleave, it is kind of like watching a porn movie. It gets him off.
Doctor Stuart is very much aware of Cleave’s fetish for castration of White males, and he encourages it. Doctor Stuart believes in Black supremacy and wants his four mixed race sons to breed the White girls with Black babies. He is very proud of his second son Taron who has already bred Tiffani. He fully supports Cleave’s fetish, and they have discussed it many times.
Devin spoke with Cleave at the chapter meeting because he finds Cleave attractive and wants to get to be close friends and who knows, maybe more. Devin is cautious because he knows that Cleave identifies as straight. But that fact doesn’t stop him from glancing down at the tent that has popped up inside of Cleave’s scrubs just now. Nice size boner. Not as big as his own, but nice all the same.
Devin uses his ‘official sounding’ professional voice and says, “Cleave, would you please examine both testes at the same time, while I make some notes.”
Cleave has a spasm of excitement, and nods in the affirmative. He holds both of Adam’s balls in the palms of his hands. Cleave’s boner grows to full length and is so strong it is not only tenting the thin scrub trousers, but it is pulling the waistband out from his tight muscular abs. Should Adam happen to take notice and look down, he could easily see Cleave’s dense dark curly pubic hair and the beginning of the young Black man’s thick shaft.
Doctor Stuart is taking all of this in while he is watching. He is smiling from ear to ear and slightly nodding yes. He is so glad to see his oldest son’s interest in human castration. It truly delights him. He feels like a successful father, proud of his son.
Doctor Stuart begins the conversation again with Adam. “Adam, who really WAS in charge in your household?”
“My wife Tiffani. I did things to please her and avoided other things to not upset her. I knew I was outgunned, as she and my three ********* were running the show.”
“Who is in charge now, still your wife?”
“No, a BLACK BUCK named Taron is running my house now. What is it you said that I am now doctor? A cuckold, isn’t that correct?”
“You tell me.”
Adam tears up, “Yes, I am a cuckold now. I really do like to watch my wife get Blacked BALLED by that handsome young Blackbuck stud. His dick is so big, it obscenely stretches out my wife Tiffani’s big fat mouth. It is the only time I have seen that bitch stop talking, is when she is too distracted while choking on Taron’s cock.” Adam’s own dicky is fully hard again while he is visualizing and telling what goes on in what once was his master bedroom.
Devin comes back over to where Cleave is handling Adam’s balls. Devin pretends nonchalance while acting like he is listening to Adam. He is really looking down the front of Cleave’s scrubs at his privates. Fucking ‘A’ man! How he would like to be choking on THAT Black trouser snake right now. Devin reaches down to the front of his own pants and adjusts his scrubs that have gotten to be too tight suddenly. Did the pants shrink somehow in the last twenty minutes? Devin grins at his own joke.
Adam is speaking, “How can young men produce so much fucking semen? Taron just shoots it all over Tiffani’s face and it gets in her bleached blond hair. He has even smeared his jiz on her face with his uncut Black glans and she just smiles up at him. She would have killed me for doing the same fucking thing.”
Nurse Devin asks, “Why does she NOT complain when Taron does that?” There is silence. “Adam, again, why does your wife allow that Black man to get away with doing that? Smearing his jiz on her face.”
Doctor Stuart states, “You know why. So, let’s talk about it.”
“BECAUSE HE IS A BLACK BULL STUD FUCKER WHO CAN FILL AND SATISFY HER LOOSE, SLACK-HAPPY, VERY SCANKY PUSSY!”
“Yes Adam, that is all correct but there is more to it than that.”
Adam confesses, “That man is a real MAN. He is what they call an ALPHA MALE. He likes pussy and he can CONTROL the females and make them come to him for a good fucking. I usually had to beg for a little pussy from time to time. With Taron, my WIFE is on her back yelling for him to impale her on his rock-hard Black telephone pole. I didn’t know she was a slut for Black cock! But I sure know it now! I have seen her get up from our bed and seen cum drip out of her wrecked pussy hole. You can smell that hot cum all over the bedroom.”
The room goes silent. Cleave is still palming Adam’s nuts and envisioning having them free in his hands. Devin is still looking down Cleave’s pants at his buddy’s rock-hard cock. Doctor Stuart is practically walking on air with pride for his son Taron, who breeding the White girls.
Adam glances around the room at the three medical professionals. He feels weak. White as a ghost. He looks down at his balls resting in Cleave’s dark hands and frankly states, “I don’t know why I even have those balls anymore. They don’t shoot sperm since my vasectomy. And I don’t act like a man anymore. Maybe I never did. My balls might as well be resting on the face of the moon, instead of dangling between my fat white thighs.”
All three of the men look at one another and seem to be thinking the same thing, BINGO! Now that’s what we want to be hearing!
“Well, funny you should say that, Adam” Dr. Stuart tells him. “I think all of us could agree on that LITTLE matter regarding your nuts. In fact, I think you would be much better off without those worthless nuts laughing at you from down there. They do mock you, don’t they Adam?”
Adam looks down at his tight white ball sack and the little balls inside that have atrophied over the past year. He reasons, they are worthless. They are laughing. They do mock me. I hate them. I am a cuckold. What do I need them for now? A couple of reminders of my silly hopes and dreams of becoming a man one day. Now I watch those muscular Black butt cheeks clenched together, just pumping away to a jungle beat, up and down on my wife. My devious BITCH wife. And I just stand at the edge of the master’s bed watching and beating off.
Adam looks up at Dr. Stuart and answers him, “Yes my worthless nuts mock me.”
Doctor Stuart knows that he can stop all the medication that Tiffani has been giving to Adam, if her husband gets his balls snipped off. “Adam, you will feel better without them, I can assure you.”
Adam feels he is ready to do the deed. Was that the plan all along? He brought in that Nurse that is…what is it again? “Dr Stuart, what is it that Devin is again, a BBC or something like that?”
Smiling at the BBC comment, the doctor reminds Adam, “Nurse Devin is a licensed BCCT, Black Castrator of Caucasian Testes. And he is top notch at is craft. No infections. Lots of satisfied households.”
“Adam, I do highly recommend that you agree to being castrated. We can do that ‘in house’. And do it today, if you want to start feeling better as soon as possible.”
Cleave starts to leak pre-cum into the trousers of his scrubs. Not a little pre-cum droplet. A small thin stream of clear pre-cum. This is his sexual fantasy that might actually come true today! His heart starts beating harder and he feels it in his temples and hears the beating in his ears. He feels a bit wobbly and lighthearted. This is so fucking thrilling! White boy castration! Just like in the documentary. Got to love it!
Adam flatly states, “Yes Dr. Stuart, I am ready to start feeling better. I know it is going to happen, so why prolong the inevitable. I want to get this castration operation over with today. Will that be alright?”
Doctor Stuart places his hand on Adam’s shoulder, “Yes, it is alright. Now let’s get the paperwork signed and your legs up in the stirrups. Do you mind if we film the castration? It is our standard operating procedure, but we still need your written consent.”
“I will sign whatever paperwork your office requires Dr. Stuart.”
“EXCELLENT!” all three of the medical professional’s state at the same time! Smiles galore!
Nurse Devin leaves the room to get the paperwork printed out for Adam’s consent to remove his testicles. Cleave follows closely behind him. “Please Devin, I so desperately want to be involved with this cuckold’s castration. May I please help to castrate him?”
Devin is trying to concentrate on getting the paperwork ready, but all he can think about is Cleave’s boner that is just inches away. “Man Cleave, your pants are soaked, did you piss in them, or is it what I think it is?”
“It’s not cum. It is just a little pre-cum man, that is all.”
“A LITTLE? Looks like you are about pre-cum-ed out. Maybe you should drink some water man! Geez!”
“I want to be involved with his castration, I want to remove one of his balls, myself! Is there ANYTHING that I can do to persuade you?” Cleave purposely leaves this question open ended like this. He knows that Devin is a queer, but that he usually sticks it to only the White boys. He likes the ‘romanticism’ of being a Black man sodomizing a White boy as a Reparation thing. Devin doesn’t want to piss off one of the doctors that is within his circle of clinics for his BCCT job. He likes this office and Dr. Stuart’s bedside manner. So he is cautious about propositioning Cleave.
“Listen Cleave, you are not licensed to perform a castration, so IF I ALLOW you to assist me, you have to NOT post-it on social media that Nurse Devin was the BCCT involved. They might guess, but a confirmation is something else. Can you agree to that much.”
“Yes! Now I have agreed to that much, what is the rest?”
“I want you and I to jerk off together, after we finish Adam’s emasculation.”
“Done!” agreed Cleave. He knows that he will shoot his wad really fast after he chops of one of Adam’s balls. So, a couple of minutes of whacking it off, no big deal. He has heard that Devin has a huge cock and low hanging nuts, so he wants to get a look to see if it is true.
Twenty minutes later and Adam is flat on his back on the procedure table, with his legs up high in the stirrups. Nurse Devin is injecting the numbing shot between the ball sack and the inside of the leg. He is doing this on both sides of Adam’s sack. Cleave is checking Adam’s vitals.
Doctor Stuart has seen to it that there are three cameras recording Adam’s castration. It will be posted later on the BNWO website for members to view and comment on. Almost exclusively, all members are adult Black males. However, some fathers will allow their teenage sons to view some of the sensitive media on the website. White castration probably never been viewed publicly, such as on cable TV, etc. It is considered to be protected information and therefore has a limited viewing audience. Such exclusivity drives up the paid membership for the BNWO. It is about money.
“Cleave, we are ready to begin now.”
“Understood.”
Devin begins slicing a two-inch access into the left side of the shaved ball sack. He pushes one of testes through the access. He then places a small clamp onto the cords carrying blood to the testicle, and then he releases the spring hinge. There is a loud SNAP sound that informs the BCCT that the cord has been crushed and blood flow to the testicle has been stopped. Adam jerks at the sound.
“What does that sound mean, ONE DOWN?” asks Adam.
“Not yet, not yet. We have only stopped the blood flow. We can’t have you bleed out.” Devin’s voice is actually reassuring. He knows what he is doing. “We will let that one rest for a minute.”
Devin nods to Cleave, who picks up the scalpel and creates an access on the right side of the scrotum. He also pushes the second testicle out of its warm dark home and into the cold spotlight. He snaps the clamp on the cords. Adam jumps again at the sound.
Cleave has a rock-hard erect penis. It hurts because it is straining against his scrub pants. Doctor Stuart is a smart man, and he is aware of what is going on. He walks over to his son and in one swift movement, he yanks down Cleave’s pants. His fully erect Black boner whacks hard into the side of the procedure table. It makes a loud noise. The sudden freedom causes Cleave give a jerk and yelp. The metal of the table feels cold against his cock, so he steps back a bit.
Adam asks, “Is everything alright down there?”
Doctor Stuart answers laughing, “Yes quite so! I just de-panted my son so his boner could be freed. His trouser snake was being restricted and the big old thing was majorly uncomfortable.” For some reason, this struck all of four of the men as being hilarious and they all had a hearty laugh.
Once it quieted down, Devin said, “Now we are going to free your left testicle with a laser.” Adam took a deep breath, but he didn’t realize it was after the fact. Devin was already holding the severed ball in his hand. He placed it in the metal tray. Devin’s cock was almost as hard as Cleave’s. But Devin holds his cock upright toward his belly button with the waist band of a jock strap. That keeps it out of the way.
“My assistant Cleave will do the honors with your right testicle.” Devin nods at Cleave and notices that Cleave looks strange indeed. Is he going to faint?
Cleave has been waiting for this chance! Before anyone can change their mind, he severs the cord below the clamp and Adam’s last remaining bit of manhood falls free into Cleave’s hand.
As soon as Cleave sees the freed human ball in his hand, his jiz shoots out of his erect cock and hits the metal side of the examination table. Cleave’s entire body jerks and his cock squirts and he yells “OH MY FUCKING GOD!” repeatedly. He is almost having a spasm attack, or full-on seizure. It is out of control and sexy as hell.
Devin starts to shoot his cum up onto his tummy, so he quickly pushes down his jockstrap and pants. Cleave has presence of mind to look for that big Black cock of Devin’s that he has heard about. It doesn’t disappoint. It is a dark black beast of a cock with pulsating veins. A huge heavy set of balls are swinging back and forth. The set of cock and balls could easily belong on an eight-foot-tall horny Minotaur.
Cum is hitting the table from both of the Black men who were preforming the White guy’s castration. It is sticky and stays on the metal, like cooked, thick spaghetti thrown onto a refrigerator door.
Adam sits up onto his elbows to watch the Black men orgasm, which is prolonged and almost violent. It rocks the world of both Devin and Cleave. For Cleave it is a defining moment in his life.
The room smells like fresh churned semen, in other words, MARVELOUS!
After a bit, the room quiets down.
Adam leans back down on the examination table. He is staring at the ceiling and not moving. He is thinking how White guys never stood a chance. Those damn jungle dicks are huge! He further reflects, who the fuck shoots cum like that? Not any White guy that I ever heard about.
“Adam?” Dr. Stuart askes, “Are you alright?”
Adam stirs and sits back up on his elbows. He says to the guys in the room, “When I was in high school, we had a joke we used to tell. Not that we believed it about Black guys. We thought the entire thing was made up, it was a myth. And White guys were the supposed butt of the joke of something that didn't exist. Well, I know better now. It is a statement of fact.”
Devin asks, “What was the joke, or statement of fact, as you put it?”
“It goes like this…What is 12 inches and White? The punchline…Nothing!” All four of the guys look around the room at one another, and then start laughing.
The End
