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[STRAIGHT] My desire to be castrated started when I was twelve; I hated having balls and longed to be female. I was often left home alone, and used that time to dress myself as a woman, often slipping on my mothers silk knickers. By age of fifteen I was masturbating almost every day, atleast four times everyday as well. When I wasn’t looking at naked women I was thinking about them. But over riding that was my obsession with dominant women. I had read an article in Fiesta magazine by a French porn model, who liked to torture her boyfriends before they were allowed to cum. She wrote of how she kneed them in the balls and squoze their balls. She made them wear her knickers and receive anal from her vibrator. It turned me on so much; I couldn’t stop reading it. I admired her power and began to consider men to be the weaker sex, here only to serve women. I would often tie my balls to the gusset of a pair of knickers then pull them down fiercely. I was 21 and had begun to fantasise about castration; it always makes made cum in seconds, the thought that this could be the last. I own a butt plug and a strapon that I use on myself regularly. An ex girl friend used it on me and got me hooked, she was slightly dominant and I loved her. A friend found out my desire to be castrated and used as a slave. She was older than I was and told me I should think about having it done, as my sex drive was ruining my life. I couldn’t concentrate on work or anything else; I was always wanking off. To have no sex drive would be marvellous, to have no balls, my fathering capabilities taken away even better. I knew that a number of my ex’s would love to know I was castrated. My friend T, started to help me look up web sites concerning castration, methods and after effects. It sounded like the right thing for me, the rest of my life void of a sex drive, I wondered could I cope? The answer became more reassuringly yes. T stood by my decision to be castrated, and offered to help in any way she could. She helped me find the perfect way for myself. I wanted to use a Burdizzo clip, she felt that would be the best way as well, so for my birthday I got one, wrapped up of course. But she gave it me in front of two of her friends; one was my flat mate. Obviously I was made to open it. But they didn’t know what it was and were confused, so I thought I’d gotten away with it. T found it highly amusing, that I was willing to be castrated but didn’t want anyone to know. “That was the fun” she said, “girls have to know, makes them feel stronger than you, besides you can serve us afterwards can’t you”. I was kinda turned on by the idea. We sat and chatted in my room about it. I could she was excited by the prospect of me becoming a eunuch. So we started, We got it out and both got naked, I lay on the bed and she straddled my face telling me to lick her out and continue to do so. I started to lick her, she told me she would give me a blowjob, but she had no intention of swallowing my cum so I had to tell her when I was about to cum and in plenty of time. I felt the cold metal touch my scrotum and began to lick her pussy, she was licking my bell end furiously and I was ready to explode in minutes, I started to shake and grabbed her bum “I’m gonna cum” then a shooting pain travelled up my body, I was in agony and wanted to scream but she moved her weight onto my face saying “Keep licking, I don’t want you to stop!” I buried my tongue into her wet vagina and got licking, trying so hard to stop the pain, I tried thinking bout my erection, I was still hard but had lost my orgasm. She started to suck me again and it felt good, then I felt her finger enter my arse and she said “You’re lose, are you ready?”. With a mouth full of pussy I muffled “yes”, she kept sucking me for a second or two then clamped down the burizzo again. The pain was blinding, her weight on my face stopped me from screaming to loud. I was crying my eyes out, and for a moment thought what have I done, what has happened. I felt her feeling round my scrotum which was swelling up quite large now. “They’re gone!” I heard her say, then she eased up and told me to keep licking her out as she wanted to orgasm. I tried my best, but the pain remained there and made me feel faint. I don’t think she came, but after what seemed like ages she slid off and grabbed hold of my swollen sack. Well, you’re a eunuch now, how do you feel?” I didn’t know what to say. I was crying and in pain, but she comforted me saying “you’ll get to lick me out every day now, and Sally and Michelle. This is better for you and you wanted it, so don’t cry, I’ll go and get you some ice”. She reached into her handbag and pulled out a pair of knickers, “Here these are for you, oh, and this” she threw me a sanitary towel and grinned. The next day she took me to hospital and told them what had happened, I was checked over and told what to expect from now on. The nurse that looked me over was rather amused at first, especially when T told her that I’d asked her to castrate me. I had to go see a shrink as well, but that didn’t come of anything. Well, T took me home and we sat and talked some more, then she told me to try and wank off like I used. It was hard just o get an erection, let alone keep it. T laughed and told me soon it wouldn’t get hard at all, she found it highly amusing. The next day she asked me to come round to her house at 7.30, I was punctual; she opened the door in just her thong, and invited me into the lounge. I noticed that Sally and Michelle were also half-dressed. Sally in a Basque and Michelle in stockings and little knickers. I was instructed to get undressed. I did as they said Michelle was very surprised when I didn’t get hard. Then T told them, they both started laughing, and took it in turns to have a feel; my balls were already quite small but clearly unattached. I was humiliated, then the girls told me that they had sorted me out some clothes and that I would be moving in with them. They were all women’s clothes, knickers, bras etc., T said in a joked way, atleast your can took your small Dick between your legs now and look girlie. Since then, I’m now 24 years old and it’s been two and half years since T castrated me. I had my balls removed completely now and the sack is less than noticeable. I still live with T and act as her slave, I give her oral sex whenever she wants it, I cook and clean for her and I’m happy, I have put on weight and my Dick is very small. I have no sex drive, but I obey T, hopefully for the rest of my life, but she wants children and says soon I will have to move out and live by myself. It’s the punishment that she wishes to give me now. I’m gonna be a castrated male with no one.
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