Gabriel
-What the fuck have you been watching today in your bedroom, Felix?
-Have you been spying me as usual when I masturbate, brother?
-Well, you know I do and you never mind. But I think I’ve seen a movie where a girl was cutting the boy’s balls, isn’t it?
-You’re right: ok, Gabriel, I’ll tell you as we have lunch.
So we headed to the kitchen and started to eat fried fish. Of course I was not angry at my brother for having spied me. He’d been doing that for years.
Gabriel, what could I do with him? When I was 18 and he was only 16 he came to me one afternoon and shyly told me he was gay. Of course he always had my respect for that. As I wanted him sure of my respect, I decided to respond by kissing his lips. He told me.
-Oh, what a hot boy you are, Felix; now I will always need my brother’s lips. No boy can be sexier than you.
-Then whenever you want, Gabriel, approach my lips and kiss me. I really love my brother and of course since you like it, I’ll be constantly kissing you.
But just a month later, he told me we shouldn’t kiss any more of he would have the need to wank over me.
-Will you have that need or have you already masturbated thinking about me, Gabriel? I often see you hard in my presence.
Totally red, he went on.
-Shit, Felix, I’d better fess up and of course I will understand that you get angry. Well, I masturbate a lot, thinking of hot boys I know or boys I see in porn, but… well, Felix, no boy I ever watch is as sexy as you. Oh, forgive me for having said this.
-Gabriel, there will be thousands of boys around the world who jack off thinking about their brothers, sisters, parents, children… but they never have the guts to tell them. You’re brave enough to tell me and of course I’ll never meddle in your privacy and if you like masturbating thinking about your brother, well, since you already do it, you can go on doing it and even telling me. I’d never get angry at you.
But just a year later he told me something more.
-Felix, since you seem to get shocked at nothing, I’ll also tell you this. Today I was walking down the corridor to my room and had to walk by your room first and suddenly heard some moans and decided to look through the peephole and you were jerking yourself off and well, I had to stop and see you and I whipped my cock out and started to play with it just looking at that hot cock you have and how hot it was to see you masturbating and to see you cumming later.
-You still think one day I’ll get angry at you, Gabriel, but that’s not possible. And it does not bother me since I can’t see you. So you also have my permission to spy me.
That’s Gabriel Mabaly, my brother, 24 now. He’s a swimming instructor in a nearby spa. As for me, well, of course my name’s Felix Mabaly and I’m 26 at present. From very young I knew I had a beautiful tenor voice and I decided to try in the music world. Soon I started to be auditioned and I was soon hired as an opera singer. At present we’re playing Faust by Gounod, and I play Faust, of course. Formerly I sang in The phantom of the opera. Now I earn my living singing operas and I am known now as Federico Marchegiano.
-So are you gonna tell me what you were watching? And why?
-You see, Gabriel, working as a tenor, of course I’ve heard a thousand times about castrati and I came to fantasize about them. First I came to think what my voice would have been if I had been castrated some years ago. I know there’s no castrati now and you have counter tenors, a very similar voice, but well, when I search for porn, I even imagine I am castrated by a ruthless girl.
-Are you a masochist, Felix?
-I don’t think I am. But sometimes this thought scares me. I see myself one day with my balls cut if I found the right girl.
-Can’t you see, Federico Marchegiano, that your voice would change and you won’t be the wonderful tenor you are now?
-I don’t know whether my voice would change if I am castrated after puberty.
-Do you like cumming, brother?
-Of course I do; ejaculating is always a wonderful sensation.
-And can’t you see that if ever your balls are cut, you won’t cum again?
-I know all that but I can’t help but masturbate thinking about castration, or even ballbusting.
-Ballbusting is ok, as far as a girl does not destroy your testicles. And what if instead you fantasize about mental castration? You can keep your physical balls and have your mental balls cut instead.
-And what does mental castration mean?
-It means doing sexually something you don’t like at all and be able to enjoy it.
-I can see myself doing anything for a ruthless girl, even allowing her to tie me, beat me, fuck me with a strap-on or any other thing.
-That would only be cutting one of your mental testicles.
-How many balls do we have in our brain?
-As many as you want, so you can spend your entire life being castrated, over and over again. And remember Felix that I am telling you this cause you have that fantasy. You could always forget all this bullshit your brother’s telling you, but at least it’s a way of always keeping your physical balls.
-So what would real mental castration be?
-It would be doing something that you don’t like at all and enjoy it.
-Something like what?
-Something like giving sex to a boy, because you don’t like boys and that would be mental castration. But you won’t be castrated just by giving him sex. You’ll be if you happen to desire it and if later you happen to enjoy. That would be having your mental balls cut.
-And you want me to give you sex, isn’t it?
-Felix, I don’t want you uncomfortable. You could choose a different boy, but remember you have to desire him and have fun with him. It doesn’t have to be your brother.
-The problem is I like you so much, brother, that I can see myself having sex with you, only for your fun. It will be easy even to give you my ass. Nothing will really matter if it’s you I give sex to. Castrate me, Gabriel, please. You can see I’m totally hard at your words.
-If you really want me to be your castrator, you will first have to trust me. I would never do anything to you that you don’t like, so first remember, you can always refuse anything I order you. No, it won’t be orders: I will simply suggest you things I would like to do and you’ll tell me whether you want to do them, that simple. Remember the first step for mental castration is that you must desire it. Anyhow, I really like seeing you that hard now. And the mental castration I could give you could last years. Ii can be very slow, always being sure that you’re enjoying every step.
-Don’t you know what you’re doing to me, Gabriel? I can have the sexual fun I’ve been imagining for years and I will keep my balls and be able to cum. So I say again, please Gabriel, castrate me. Tell me anything you want, even if what you want is fucking your brother in the ass.
-I want to go little by little, step by step, very slowly, even if it takes years. A physical castration is something you do quickly and only once, whereas a mental castration can be done in years and you can do it as slowly as you can, only if you notice fun in the castrated boy.
-Start, Gabriel, please.
-Ok, Felix, you asked for it. You know I’ve been wanking over you for years but even so sometimes you’ve told me I could do it as far as you never see it. I will first do an experiment. Remember I told you that you could never be mentally castrated unless you desire the castrator first. I wanna masturbate in your presence, but only if you really desire it, only if you ask me.
-I’m burning with desire, Gabriel, you’re really an arousing person. Please I wanna see your dick and wanna see you playing with it.
Fortunately my brother did what I had asked him. The first step was me feeling desire and he was persuading me of such a simple thing. I had never desired a boy in my life and now I desired my brother. At least for the first time in my life, I wanted to see him masturbating. So he quickly took it out. It was not a very long cock, but long enough, just as mine, in that we were twins. I saw him starting the first masturbation in my presence, but he told me something more.
-Felix, I’ve often wanked over you, as you know, I’ve often wanked looking at your dick but I am remembering now that I’ve never had a chance to see you naked. If you wanna go on with the castration progress, I would like to see you totally nude, but first you have to tell me that you desire to take your clothes off for my fun.
-You will soon see me with nothing on, Gabriel, just tell me in which order you want my clothes removed.
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