My Emasculation - pinned skinned and removed

Having my penis tightly restrained they now moved back to my testicles sack which was pinned to the board, stretched in a semi circle manner and fixed with coloured drawing pins.

Sarah’s eyes lit with a cruel excitement. “Let’s expose his testicles,” she said smoothly. “I’ll take the lead. I’ve done plenty of dissections in the autopsy department. Though…” Her smile widened into something darker. “…it’s far more entertaining when the subject is awake. Dead people are just so dreadfully boring.”

Their shared laughter cut through the air, cold and sharp, making the room feel suddenly smaller.

She took out a scalpel and iron from the drawers, saying “we want this to be as quick and pain free as possible”. Without taking a breath she lent down and ran the knife along the centre line of my scrotum - blood immediately raced out.

She then took the iron, which had heated up to its operating temperature, and ran the hot tip along the bloody opening, there was a loud hissing sound as the blood boiled, while the smell of burning flesh filled my nostrils. The pain was immediate and frightening. I could see all the minute details on the TV screen above me. In another sector I could see my red face, beads of sweat forming on my brow and running down towards my ears.

Once the bleeding had subdued, she felt for the testicles, moving them towards the outer edges of the now split scrotum. Working quickly she cut away a large section of central scrotal skin and placed it in a steel dish adjacent to her. Again the hot iron was used to cauterise the cut and stop the bleeding - the pain was too great, I became dizzy and went in and out of consciousness.

Sofi who noticed got some medicine and injected me more adrenaline and caffeine to keep me awake. I recovered but the pain was still all consuming.

Sarah worked with steady hands, arranging my testicles side by side outside the confines of my scrotum.

From the monitors they looked grotesque; raw and reddened, their strange surface glistening under the harsh light, each fed by a pale and crimson cord snaking upward into my groin.

She cut with relentless precision, each slice followed by the sharp hiss and acrid scent of cauterisation, until nearly every scrap of scrotal skin was gone.

What remained were the two exposed organs, vulnerable, alien, and horribly real.

A sudden draft from the air conditioner swept over them, the icy touch sinking deep into my nerves. The cold was immediate, invasive, and far more intimate than any pain.

By now all the scrotum skin had been cut away, except two flaps of skin from the sides which were still pinned to the board.

“Great job, we can leave some of the skin attached to my flower, real special art, but how should we secure the two balls while we move to a new area?”, Sofi mentioned quietly.

Sarah responded “I was thinking the same, as we don’t want them to come away yet, they are more useful when attached.”

Sofi now took over, “it’s time for your cock now, he must feel left out”, she said jokingly.

I noticed that the bleeding from the removed scrotum sack had generally stopped but every so often one of the capillaries opened up and some blood came out. Sofi noticed the same and would bring the iron close to stop the bleeding.