Adam

He's a good looking guy. He's a physical ed major or something like that, and the boy was built. I'd see him come back from jogging all sweaty and it was a real turn on, but I figured he was pretty fratty so I was never likely to make it anywhere with him.

Anyway, innocent lunch. We go off to eat, talk some along the way. He seemed like a nice guy, and we got along well. We finished our food and headed back to the apartments, making idle chatter along the way. When we got back, he just turned to me and said, "You wanna go have sex?"

That was a total surprise, but I know an opportunity when I see one. "Sure." I tried not to seem too eager. We headed into his place. It was nearly empty - he used a chair for a desk, he didn't have a couch or anything. It was like nobody really lived there.

As we walked back to his room he peeled off his shirt and I was treated to a view of his back. He wasn't all that cut but damn his muscles were huge. I was envious. Inside his room he turned to me and my boner stiffened right up at the sight of his hairless chest, his abs, his arms. He came close to me and started unbuttoning my shirt, slowly, surely, with confidence. I kicked my shoes off. He threw the shirt back over my shoulders and I let it fall to the ground, as he pressed his face to my chest and slowly dropped to his knees, his face pressing against my torso all the way down. I could feel his breath, his cheek, his hands on my ass. When he got down there he undid my pants and brought them down slowly. My cock was only held in now by the boxer briefs I wore, and it was tightly outlined by them. I stepped out of my shorts and he unpeeled my dick.

The boy went at it like there was no tomorrow - the ferocity he sucked me off with made me wonder if he was trying to suck it or eat it. He was good, though. He moved on to my balls and then back again, constantly down there like a dog trying to get at a buried bone. His technique was perfect, and I came twice just from the attentions of his mouth.

I wanted to reciprocate but he seemed reluctant. Finally I got him to take his pants off, standing while I lay on the bed. As he dropped his shorts I gasped.

Adam's cock was just a stub, maybe an inch long, and he had no testicles. It was such a weird contradiction - this really muscular, masculine guy with no balls and almost no dick. "Dude, what happened?" I asked, incredulous, even as my cock was lengthening.

"I got stubbed." He lay down next to me.

"Stubbed?"

"Yeah. It's what it's called - they trim your cock down to a stub and get rid of your balls."

"How did this happen?"

"A friend of mine got stubbed back in high school. The summer before my senior year of high school me and a bunch of other guys from the wrestling team went ahead and had it done too. It's really nice - no balls, no real dick. It feels great."

"How do you fuck?" I asked him, amazed that somebody could be so cavalier about not having a dick.

"I use my mouth, or toys. What's left is a lot more sensitive, and I don't get horny unless I want to."

I stuck my hand out to touch his little stub. It was hard as a rock. The skin had grown over the end, leaving just a little hole to piss from. I could feel him tense up, and his abs came into clear focus. His definition was amazing when he flexed. I started to fondle it and he moaned a little, settled to get more comfortable. Then I tried going down on it. I couldn't really get it far into my mouth or anything but I could lick it, suck on it a little bit. Adam twitched and moaned - he really enjoyed this. I was still amazed that he had done this to himself, but it was a real turnon. I sucked and played with his little stub for a while longer, then went up and kissed him, making out while rubbing my dick against his bare, hairless groin. I humped a little, played with his nipples, then went back down on him, licking that little thing like it was a big tit, until finally he bucked a bit and out squirted cum. It shot a good three feet in the air.

Adam lay back and I lay next to him. We cuddled wordlessly for ten minutes or so, and then got cleaned up.

We continued having sex for the next few weeks. Adam was a neat guy and a good lover, and it was interesting to see how he operated without the normal equipment. To be honest, I was growing more envious by the day - he could go forever without cumming and had such control. From the way he moaned I could tell that stub must have been super sensitive as well. Facets of his personality were enviable as well - he never seemed to freak out or get really pissed at things, and he didn't have to compromise anything to get off every once in awhile.

One night he invited me over to watch a tape he had of a bodybuilding competition some friends of his had been in in high school. He had filmed it and thought I might get a kick out of it. As we watched it he pointed out the number of guys in it that had been stubbed - it was surprisingly high; I had no idea that it was this common. "Oh, yeah," he told me. "Among athletes, mostly. Not even gay ones, really - it's pretty universal." I admitted to him that night that I wanted to get stubbed too. Adam seemed happy. "I thought you might. I had a friend who had it done a few months ago by somebody in town. I'll find out who did it."

It didn't take him long. We headed down the next weekend to a local piercing/tattoo place right at closing. Adam had made the appointment for me.

We headed down into the place and met the guy who was going to do it. I was really nervous about the whole thing - I mean, here I was about to get my balls cut off and my dick stubbed down; who wouldn't be nervous?

The guy was really friendly. He was about 35, pretty cute, fairly well built - some nice tribal tattoos and a number of visible facial piercings. His name was Joe. We shook hands and all, and he took me back into the piercing room.

"Okay then. Get your clothes off and let me take a look at you. You shaved, right?" I nodded - Adam had shaven my groin bare earlier that day. I began stripping and we talked some.

"How many of these have you done?" I asked him as I pulled my shirt off.

"About forty. I lost track two years ago when I stopped keeping the testicles. The only ones I have in my trophy rack now are mine, or some of the ones with interesting jewelry or tats."

"So you're castrated?" Adam asked.

"More than that. No cock at all, except a little left of the internal part. Here..." he undid his pants and dropped them. Joe didn't even have a stub, just a smooth groin with a little hole in it where his dick must have been. "My wife really digs it."

"Your wife?" I had assumed Joe was gay...I don't really know why.

"Oh, yeah. I have a son from when I was young and dumb. We raise him, but she didn't want any more kids, so when I asked her about castrating myself she was all for it. I did that myself, and then the guy who taught me how to stub cut my cock out two years later. I wanted a stub myself but my wife wanted it all gone."

"You still have sex?" Adam asked.

"Oh, yeah. It's great - I don't really want it unless she asks me, and there's no performance anxiety or anything. Mostly we just do oral stuff, and we have a few strap-ons if either of us wants to get fucked. After I cut my balls off I stopped being able to really get a decent erection, so getting rid of my cock was just the next logical step. Did my nipples, too." He pulled up his shirt to show us.

Adam was nodding. He turned to me and told me, "You'll really like the lack of the sex drive. It's a whole lot better without it."

"Oh, so you're done, too?" Joe asked him. By this time I was standing there naked with a burgeoning erection.

"Yeah; I got stubbed back in high school."

"You mind if I see? Professional curiousity and all."

"Nah, not at all." Adam dropped his pants.

Joe looked and felt around it a little. "Nice job. Guy really knew what he was doing. You get it done locally?"

"No, back home."

"Cool." Adam pulled his pants back up. "Spread your legs a little." I did.

Joe knelt down in front of me. "Can you get a full erection?" he asked, and within a few seconds I had one. He felt it a little, looked at it pretty hard.

"Okay...so you want just the cock done, balls, or both?"

"Oh, both," I told him. "I want a really small stub, but not quite flush."

"Okay. Hop up on the table. The way I do this is testicles first, then penis. The first thing I'll do is put an elastrator band around the neck of your scrotum, then cut off your testicles. Or, if you want, you could do it yourself. I can tell you from personal experience that that part doesn't hurt too much, and personally I didn't take any anesthetic for that one. A lot of guys want to feel their balls coming away."

"That would be cool."

"Okay, then I'll give you the painkiller. You'll feel your whole crotch go numb, and I'll use these spring loaded scissors," he held up a scary looking, very shiny, very large pair of scissors, "and in a matter of seconds I'll cut it where you want. After than I'll shape the end so it's nice and rounded off, pull off the elastrator ring, and sew up around the stub. You'll also need to wear a catheter during all this and for the first two or three weeks afterward. Any questions?"

"Nope." I glanced at Adam. He winked back.

"Okay then." Joe got a purple marker. "Mark on your cock where you'll want me to make the cut." I made a little mark about half an inch from my abdomen. He put a pillow down on the table. "Lie back and spread your legs out." My knees stuck out over the side of the table. Joe ran a catheter down my still erect penis and pulled the guide wire out slowly. Next he produced the elastrator and loaded the band into it. "This will snap when it goes on, but it shouldn't hurt too much at first."

He positioned the thing over my balls and released. It felt like a really tight rubber band just snapped me, but it wasn't too bad. "Here ya go." Joe handed me a smaller version of the scissors. "Just squeeze a little and the spring will snap shut."

I looked up at Adam, put the scissors right below the band, and squeezed. The scissors leapt in my hand, and I watched as my balls just fell right off. "Well, that was easy," I commented.

"Felt good, huh?" Joe asked. "I never get sick of that." He already had the needle ready. I just stared at my groin as he stuck the needle into the base of my dick. It didn't hurt at all, just a little pressure as the fluid went in. Almost immediately my cock got totally numb, and I could feel the numbness spread throughout my abdominal region.

Joe flicked the head of my cock, still hard. "Can you feel that?"

"Nope."

"Great." He picked up the big scissors and latched them into the loaded position. "Here we go. You absolutely sure you want this?"

Right as I opened my mouth to say yes, he squoze the handles, and I gasped as they slammed shut. I couldn't feel anything, but he pulled it away and there was my dick, rapidly deflating between my legs as the blood ran out of it. Blood also welled up from my new stub.

Joe pulled the elastrator ring off and started trimming around the edge of the stub with a pair of surgical scissors, cutting away cockflesh and extra skin. That took little time, and soon enough he pulled out an electric cauterizer and went to work on the blood vessels. He washed after every few, and soon enough the bleeding stopped. I felt a little woozy. "You can lay down if you want to," he told me.

I nodded no and stayed up. Joe pulled the skin up around the little stub I now had and stiched it up the bottom where my scrotum had been and around the catheter. It was a bit bruised but didn't swell much at all.

"There shouldn't be much swelling, but you'll need to lay there for twenty minutes or so to be sure. You'll need to stay reclined as much as possible for the next few days - no bending over or anything. It's really best if you don't walk much, and don't wear any tight pants at all - in fact, don't wear any pants if you can help it. The stitches should fall out on their own in a few weeks, and in a week you can pull out the catheter. You may want to practice pissing in the shower at first right after you pull it out - some guys can aim it, some can't. I use a little plastic shoehorn to direct the flow down when I go.

"Otherwise, you should be fine. If there are any problems you can call me. If they're serious, like major bruising, swelling, or bleeding, go to the hospital. You may piss a little blood for a few days but it should be fine, and keep surgical bandages taped to your crotch.

"As your testosterone works its way out of your system you'll probably get hot flashes, too. They suck but they go away - sometimes in a few weeks, sometimes up to a year. Most likely your body hair will thin or fall out, same with your beard. If your pubes don't fall out you may want to shave them or get them permanently removed; I had to get them electrolosyzed. There's a local guy who does it; I stubbed him a year ago and he's cool about it.

"You'll need to watch out for loss of muscle mass and tone as well, unless you want to get skinny and a little fat. I'd recommend you stay away from testosterone supplements as that would reverse the psychological benefits of being castrated. There are some pretty good steroids that in low doses won't hurt you but will keep you from loosing too much.

"Any questions?" I nodded negative. "Okay then. Call if you have any questions."

I slowly got up off the table. It really didn't hurt at all; I was still numb, and I didn't really even feel all that different until I put my pants on. Even numbed they sat funny on me, now that there was nothing in my crotch. It was, for the moment, a novel feeling, and I enjoyed it. I could walk with no pain or anything, so got dressed, now more confident.

We said goodbye to Joe and headed back up to the car, to home, and to bed.

Adam wouldn't really let me out of bed much that weekend, even though I felt okay to walk and do stuff. Since everything that got cut off was external there wasn't any internal bruising, really - a little on my new stub but that was expected. By Monday I could walk just fine but kept a pad taped to my groin to catch the little bit of blood that still came out. I pissed some blood for the first few days but that stopped soon enough.

Monday was also the first day I got a hot flash, and man did it suck. The effects of testosterone loss hit me pretty hard - I shaved Monday morning and didn't do it again until Thursday, and even then it was pretty thin. I felt a little depressed, but Adam just kept telling me that was normal.

The next week I was back to playing soccer again and felt fine. The stub was still a little bruised and was really tender, but I wore a jock stuffed with gauze and it was pretty comfy. Pissing out of a catheter was interesting - pull the tape away from my leg, let out the valve, tape it back. It felt almost like pissing used to, just without the same distance to travel.

After about two weeks the stitches fell out in the shower and the bruising was nearly gone, so I pulled out the catheter. I was still getting hot flashes but they were down to only a few per day instead of every twenty minutes like the first few days. My mood was improving too, especially after Adam hooked me up with some of this amino shit - supposed to build muscle. I went back to working out, and just three weeks after having my genitals cut away was nearly back to normal.

Everything they had told me about the psychological effects was totally true. People would jostle me on the street, and instead of getting pissed I'd just let it slide. Stuff that I knew would have pissed me off when I had my balls just slid right by me now. I was nice not to have to be a jerk sometimes.

The lack of sex drive was handy, too, especially now with finals coming up. I didn't need to jerk it or anything, just total concentration all the way. Adam and I studied together, and while I felt a desire to have sex with him still, I could put it out of my mind.

Speaking of the sex...we kept having it every few days. I loved his body, just feeling it in the shower or in bed or even just sitting together on the couch. Feeling his muscle did it for me in a way I'd never felt before. It wasn't like lust, or even just pure physical sensation. There was just something there that I hadn't felt when I had my package intact. I sure liked it.

When we did fuck, we did it hard. It didn't take me much time at all to get all ready to go - my little stub would be good and firm, sticking out its whole half inch. We'd sixty-nine for hours, just sucking at each other's little stubs or trading places with the strap on, or even just lying together fondling.