Silver Balls

May 28th

Dear Diary

Today I recieved my silver balls. The testicles of the first man I castrated. They're sitting on my desk as I sit and write this. Oh I can feel my bird twitch as I think of that night. The way the torch light flickered in the barn. The way everyone stood in silence, well except for the man I neutered. He whimpered and whined under his ball gag. He knew what was about to go down.

I recall how his uncircumcised penis was taped to his stomach out of the way of his testes. I grabbed them and tugged them away from his body pulling his scrotum tight. Looking back I wish I had tortured him some. Maybe twisted and squeezed them, not hard enough to damage them. I wouldn't have wanted to ruin my twin trophies. Oh my bird twitches as I look at them. Two testicles encased in silver.

My bird twitched as he screamed under his gag. The blade of my silver dagger sliced his scrotum and severed his cords. His eyes bulging out as I cut his nuts off and claimed them as mine. His blood ran down both his legs before the nurse closed his wounds. I wonder what they did with his scrotum?

I stood there after I sliced him, holding his severed manhood by the cords over my head in a victorious stance. The stance of a new castratrix standing in front of two other castratrices, three when you include my mother.

In the days after my initiation into The Order my mom kept telling me how proud she was. Proud that I didn't hesitate to castrate him.

I told her when she gave me my silver testicles how aroused it made me. I opened the package they were in then held them in my hand. My very own silver nuts. I had always dreamed of neutering a guy and now I own his testicles.

My own silver plated balls.

I think I'll masterbate now before going to sleep thinking of all the guys I'll castrate and the fun various methods that I'll do it in.