Words at play.

A knife so sharp, so very sharp against his bare skin.
Soon his pain and the cutting will begin.
I look at his fear and I see he is aghast,
But I am warm within; my pleasure is unsurpassed.

Strapped down helpless so he can not prevent my will.
Bound and gagged so I can take my thrill.
The scalpel is sharp but I will cut very slow,
Filling me with pleasure and a warm afterglow.

He will not r*** again, he’s finally finished.
My knife and I will leave him quite diminished.
Cutting so slow, I take his sac and his balls within,
He struggles in pain and agony to pay for his sin.

Now he’s my gelding, emasculated and castrated so neatly,
But shall I take off his shaft to do it completely?
Or should I just keep his sac and his balls in a jar on display,
Is that really enough to make him pay?