I must tell you, waiting all week for this had just about killed me. The last night I'd cum was the night you and our Doctor friend had rerouted my urethra to it's new location. The idea to seal off the rest of my urethra through my penis that night had been pure genius. The last fluid through the tip of my dick had been that last orgasm I had.

So, tonight was the night we were finally going to do it. You'd acquired the special equipment and the meds and we'd retired to our beautiful home. I was surprised when you handed me the six Viagra and told me to take all of them, after we'd shaved my entire pubic area my dick was already reacting to the blue pills, or maybe that was just my anticipation as you placed the first band around my ball sac. The snap of that little green band caused my penis to bounce, in fact each of the six bands you placed around my sac caused me to get harder and harder. I was harder than I'd ever been when you managed to maneuver the rings around the base of my cock, two of them close to my pubic bone and the last one just ˝ an inch away.

While we'd played at the constriction game before with one band or a strong rubber band, knowing these were the last three bands my dick would feel was mind blowing. It was at that point you couldn't help yourself any more, having been doing all this from behind me as I was on my hands and knees and watching that “cute little pucker” ooze my precum over your six green bands over my testicles. Of course, by this time you could see the darkness of my balls as you'd worked your bands over my engorged penis and watched my boy-pussy constrict with each investigation by your hands and application of each band. Your raging erection needed satisfaction, so you mounted me and pushed yourself roughly into me, fucking me with abandon until your tortured balls unleashed their load inside of me. Of course, just before that you felt my prostate swell and knew that I was shooting what was left of my cum over your balls as they slapped against mine.

You rolled me onto my back and it was really the first time I was allowed to look down at my package and see what was happening. My poor penis was a deep purple, and it would never go down again on it's own. I smiled and mentioned those commercials talking about priapism, even quoting that it was an erection that lasted over four hours.

You grabbed my penis gently, examining it carefully as you noted that it was actually quite cold despite how hot the situation was. Gently you washed it with the alcohol swab, especially between the two bands at my pelvis and the one band just away from it. Watching you pull the scalpel and gently draw the non-sharp side from the tip of my dick down underneath caused my prostate to pulse and I groaned in ecstasy watching you do it.

The way you gently pivoted the scalpel and began that round cut around the base of my cock was almost enough to send me over the edge, but you made short work of severing my penis from my body and that's when I came again, all over those beautiful white sheets below us that we purchased just for this occasion. You scooped up my cum, noting that it was more clear this time then when I first came. Gently you placed my severed penis on my chest as you allowed me to like my own juices off of your hand. I stared at that purple seven inches as it dripped just a small amount of my own blood on my chest and you used the surgical superglue to cover the stump and assure that the two bands remaining were adhered to the skin and they wouldn't move.

You couldn't take much more of that and you pivoted, almost in a 69 position, as there was nothing anymore for you to service and allowed me to lick your cock and balls. I tasted my own boy-pussy and when you let me take your sac into my mouth I tasted my own cum again. Of course, all this attention made you hard again and as I took your nine inches into my mouth and felt it grow to your normal ten, you took my penis from my chest and tilted my legs up and began to rim me and flick your tongue around my “cute little pucker”.

You totally surprised me when I realized that you were forcing my own penis inside of my boy-pussy. Within a few moments of your invading my mouth, stopping occassionally on the gag point and fucking me with my own dick I felt your cock pulse as you unleashed a second load into my mouth, and in that moment I came again, even more clear than the second time. You covered my own penis in my own cum, almost too copious to cover the entire surface up to it. Dripping with my own cum you told me to suck myself off again and you brought it up to my mouth and replaced your penis with my own.

I'd hardly had time to swallow all of your load when the non-familiar feeling of my own dick in my mouth and the completely familiar flavor of my own cum invaded. You had moved to my side as you face-fucked me with my own penis, your other hand fondling my almost-black testicles. As my “cute little pucker” oozed still more precum you brought it up and used it to glisten my sac as I savored the taste of my own penis.

I never knew I was big enough to gag myself but as you gently held that singular band you forced that penis that used to be mine to that point. In that gag and my convulsion with it I came yet again, your other hand catching my fluids and when you removed my now blackening penis you poured from your hand into my waiting mouth.

I didn't see you remove the single band from my penis when you placed it on the towel on the nightstand, but by this time I was covered in sweat and my heart was racing almost uncontrollably, I no longer had a penis, and I'd come four times this night, three of those orgasms without it.

You were ready again and turned me ninety degrees on the bed so that you could stand on the floor and enter my boy-pussy again, but you used my now black testicles to pull yourself roughly into me, fucking me the way I always liked it, when it felt as though you were raping me more than making love to me. I noticed then that no matter how hard you pulled on my black balls I felt no pain, in fact, due to our heightened hormones and lust I had felt very little pain so far except when your ten inches rammed into my tight butt and stretched the far side of my rectum.

As you got closer to cumming you reached over to the nightstand and told me to open my mouth as you placed my deflated penis inside my mouth. The silky skin felt wonderful, it reminded me of you and it was heightened by the knowledge that this was my own penis. It was when you told me to swallow it, swallow my own penis, that I shot again over your pubes as your cock invaded me repeatedly.

This hadn't been in our plans. I told you that when I no longer was connected to my penis it was yours to do with as you pleased, as it had been yours in all the five years we'd been together. You said that you wanted me to swallow it, that since it was yours to do with as you pleased that you wanted to see me swallow my own cock. I couldn't resist, but at the same time it took me a moment. I loved the taste of your cock in my mouth – soft, hard, or having just unloaded your seed in me. Feeling you fucking me with another dick in my mouth reminded me of the times you'd allow your friends have me too. It always made me feel complete, feel whole, to have cocks inside me. Knowing that this was the last moment I'd feel my own cock in any way whatsoever, I wanted to savor the moment.

Yet the very thought of making my penis disappear forever made my prostate enlarge again, and though I didn't cum you knew I would again before the night was over. Roughly you yanked on my now-dead testicles as you breathed roughly that I needed to swallow my own penis. I felt every vein of your cock enter me, knowing that some of the fluid you brought inside me was my own yet again. In a heightened moment I looked into your deep eyes, opened my mouth to show you my small penis, held the end of it again in my teeth as I licked it all around, and almost-theatrically swallowed it. As I felt my own penis slide down my throat to join yours and my own cum you unleashed a roar, pulling terribly on my sac, and planted your seed deep inside me. My penis was now gone, and would never be seen again.

You pulled out of me, exhausted and kissing me. Your eunuch, you kept calling me, kissing me all the way up to my lips where we passionately held for a few minutes, while that hand that'd never moved off my balls remained there, pushing hard, squeezing intently, all the while without my knowledge.

You sat back, when you'd had a few moments to recover, using my balls to hold yourself steady. Again you reached for the scalpel and drew it – dull side – over my sac so that I could see. Then, almost too quickly, you drew the sharp end from about an inch away from my “cute little pucker” to about an inch away from my still-pulsing stub.

It was when I saw my sac laid open and you had exposed both of my dead orbs that I came for the last time that night, and ever again. You made quick work of the two useless orbs, placing them on my chest where my penis had once been and cleaning up the mess, again using the super glue to hold the bands in place against the stub of where my balls had once been.

Man, am I glad we got the whole scene on camera, it's sad that we could only enjoy the reality of it only once, I wish I could grow another penis and balls just so that you could cut them off again. Though we had always wanted this moment to be just between the two of us, I'm glad that we could share it in the future with our friends as they fondled my missing parts and shared their cum with me too while watching my emasculation.

Years had gone by with you and I discussing this very event, my chest would tingle at the thought of it back then. Now it was true, I was your eunuch, the only penis between the two of us would be yours as it entered me. I'd never again have to worry about what my little penis was doing and where it was, and you'd never have to worry about whether or not I'd had my satisfaction as just having you and our friends fuck me with abandon would be my satisfaction.

I reminded you that I love you, and you asked with that quirky michevious smile of yours if I was full. Looking down I saw that castrating me had given you another hard on. I told you I promised to swallow whenever you told me to, just before you maneuvered above my head and face-fucked me until you unleashed your load down my gullet again as you rimmed me and whipped your tongue around my “cute little pucker”.