First, I would want it done by a real doctor in a sterile medical setting such as the office of a urologist. This would also make it easy to get a prescription for the painkillers and the follow up care to remove the sutures. Now the doctor would not necessarily have to be a woman, although that would be my preference. In any event, I would want a female present as a witness, such as a nurse assistant to the doctor.

Secondly, I would insist that the doctor or the nurse do the prep, unlike the self prep that I had to do the night before I had my vasectomy.

Thirdly, I would like hi-res photos taken of each phase of the operation. Before prep, after prep, while the anaesethic was being injected, the cutting, etc. I think a video would be overkill and too intrusive in a medical setting. Still photos would be suficient for my need to keep a record of the event.

Finally, I would want to watch and be conscious the entire time. I did this when I had my vasectomy. The nurse put a pillow under my head so that I could see. If possible, I would like to make the final cut on each cord.

It would also be a condition that the incisions be kept small to reduce the need for sutures and possible scars. My testicles are small, so a scrotal cut similar to a vasectomy would probably be sufficient.

It does not matter to me whether or not that I have an erection or a final ejaculation. Despite some sexual excitement during my vasectomy, I did not have an erection at any time. In fact, it gave me a special thrill to not have an erection, despite the fact that my shaved and exposed genitals were visible to the young blonde female nurse.

My apologies for such a lame fantasy....

Okay, I admit that the previous post was more a reality scenario than a fantasy. So If I wanted a fantasy castration - here goes....

I was seduced by a beautiful red headed woman whom I had met at a bar while on a business trip to a strange city. She took me to her home for a few drinks. Since she drove my rental car and I was unfamiliar with the city, I had no idea where she was taking me.

One thing lead to another as we sat on her couch and sipped our drinks. After making small talk for a while, she began taking her clothes off one garment at a time, as I watched in fascination. Then it was my turn to strip, and before long both of us were stark naked. Since I have always had a fascination with pubic hair, I was especially thrilled by the fact that her pubes matched the flaming red curls on her head.

We began our love making with oral sex, and eventually finished up in her bed where I spent the night having intercourse with her. In the morning, she prepared coffee and the two of us drank it while sitting in a large hot tub in the fenced and totally private backyard of her house. Now the hot water caused my sac to elongate and she started playing with my balls, stretching and pulling on them. Meanwhile despite the coffee, I was feeling sleepy (as if I had been given some sort of tranquilizer).

Arising from the hot tub, she lead me by the hand into a room where there was a surgical couch identical to that used for vasectomy operations. At this point I was extremely docile and willing to let her strap me down and place my feet in the stirrups due to the drug in my system. She played with my genitals until I got an erection.

My neck and head were supported by a large wedge shaped pillow so that I could see what she was doing between my legs. I was very relaxed and at ease from the pleasurable sensations of her touches. However, I was surprised to see several nude men and women enter the room without warning. From her lack of surprise it would be obvious that she had anticipated their arrival.

One of the men set up a video camera and the other had a high quality digital camera and begin taking photos of my spread-eagled form and also closeups of my genitals. The women stood on either side of the couch and took turns handling my genitals with close attention being paid to my testicles.

My seductress began applying shaving creme to my pubic hair and proceeded to shave every bit of it off with a straight razor. As she shaved all around the base of my erect penis as I lay there in abject fear of her hand slipping and causing a nasty cut or worse. Then she started on my scrotum causing me more concern. All during this time, there was video tape rolling and multiple photos taken.

After I was all shaved and wiped clean, the surgical tools were brought out and made ready. One of the women injected my groin with anesthetic. She was very deft and obviously had had some medical training. The first few needles stung, but as I became numb down there, I would be left with no sensation of pain. In fact, if I closed my eyes, my entire penis and testicles would feel as though they were missing, despite the fact that they were still there when I opened my eyes to check. I wanted to ask what was going on, but I could not - somehow I couldn't speak out loud no matter how hard I tried. It was as if I was in a total dreamlike state. In my head I was very frightened, and yet calm all at the same time. I also knew that she wasn't going to stop at merely shaving me....

Several of the hypodermic needles were now injected directly into my testicles. It was a weird sensation to see large needles piercing my flesh but not to feel them. Then some sort of probe was inserted into my rectum (I could feel this), and after a moment semen began spurting from my penis onto my chest and stomach and even my face. One of the women spectators wiped up the mess. Deep down, I knew it would be my last orgasm.

Then the scalpel and the clamps were made ready. Before I knew what was happening, she slit my scrotum from top to bottom, blood dripping into a bucket under my buttocks. Since I couldn't feel anything down there, it was like watching a slow-motion silent movie as first my cords were stretched, then clamped, and finally cut. The right testicle was the first to go, followed shortly by the left. My only physical sensation was only a slight tugging sensation deep in my abdomen as the cords were stretched to their limit.

It seemed like an eternity to me, but it only took a few minutes to turn me into a neuter. My penis slowly wilted as if it knew that it's usefulness as a sex organ was over.

My testicles were then placed on a small tray and shown first to each of the other persons in the room and then to me. More photos were taken, both of my empty sack and of my excised testicles.

The cords were sealed with some sort of electrical device and allowed to snap back into my body as the clamps were removed. Before my scrotum could be sewn up, a heated debate ensued among the spectators as to whether my penis should be removed also, causing me much alarm and panic. My seductress (and castratrix) talked them out of it by saying that I had had enough trauma today.

At some point I must have blacked out. When I awoke it was morning, and I found myself back in my rental car at the bar parking lot. I was dressed, but there was some sort of bandage applied to my wounded groin. On the seat next to me was a bottle of pain pills and a note describing wound care and how to remove the stitches. On the floorboards I discovered a large manila envelope containing a VHS tape and a number of 3 by 5 prints. That's when I knew for certain I hadn't been dreaming at all....