Behold selected images from an erotic castration session. The Gallery starts with a few spoilers about the ending. It ends predictably in a slippery mess, and the smell of semen. As a side note to other potential castratees, the slippery semen really helps to tighten the green rubber doughnut down on the neck of the scrotum resulting in a cleansing of the human gene pool-one less substandard, mentally ill, white man. All those millions of little perverts die trapped behind a constricting band, and in a puddle on the floor, and on the balls themselves. Females the world over may relax in the knowledge that they won't be impregnated by this specimen. Ironically the last of the fertile semen just leaks out, and runs down the shaft of the erection without any additional stimulation once a certain point is reached. It is almost as if it is running away from a collapsing building. The hundreds of thousands of viable sperm are probably hoping they might accidentally fall into a fertile vagina, but they instead land on the green elastrator band, and really help to farther tighten it into the scrotal skin, and hence kill the balls that produced them. It is all very futile, and pathetic. The end result is the creation of a eunuch, fit only for oral service, limp, impotent,sterile, and who's only source of testosterone will be from the semen he ingests while licking and sucking on other humans fertile sex. Enjoy.
