The Emasculator

A helping hand from a new acquaintance leads to a new life.

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                             The Emasculator                       
                                                                   

I first met Tom at a party over at a friends house and we seemed to 
be naturally drawn to each other.  After a while our conversation 
somehow got onto the subject of nut work.  Usually I am very 
careful about who I talk to about it because most guys think you're 
crazy when you tell them that you enjoy having your nuts squeezed, 
punched, stretched, bound and whatever other painful thing someone 
creative can come up with.  Tom though, didn't think I was crazy at 
all.  In fact he seemed to get turned on by the conversation and we 
ended up going home to my place together.  My poor nuts were 
swollen and black and blue for nearly a week after he finished with 
them that night.  He seemed to really enjoy seeing just how much 
abuse my poor nuts could take and naturally I loved it immensly.

If I was reluctant to talk to someone about my interest in nut 
abuse, I was even more reluctant to tell someone about my interest 
in castration.  This is one subject that guys are either very 
fascinated with or repulsed by. No inbetween. I myself have been 
deeply interested in it for about as long as I can remember, 
beginning even before I entered puberty.  I wasn't into a sex 
change or anything like that, just eunuchs.  You know, guys with no 
balls or cock or anything, just clean, smooth, bare crotches.  
Fantasizing about guys with either some or all of their stuff 
destroyed or removed has always been a tremendous turn on for me.  
To me they aren't lesser me.  Instead, they are more like 
supermen.  Men with the desire and will to give up their 
reproductive capability and ability to indulge in normal sex.  Men 
who can live their lives without sex in the normal way and enjoy 
doing it. Maybe it's the collective subconscious, who knows.  Men 
have, after all been into castrating and being castrated for 
thousands of years now.  They must be getting something out of it, 
else why do it.

Anyway, this one night, Tom was just finishing working over my nuts 
real good.  They were swollen and red and really aching from the 
workout he had just given them.  Tom had his shirt off.  He had 
beautiful, strong, evenly tanned, muscular arms and shoulders, a 
broad, well defined chest and a washboard stomach to die for.  His 
tight jeans looked great too, especially the big bulge in his 
crotch.  So far though, he had never taken his pants off during any 
of our sessions together and not once had he allowed me to grope 
him even though I very much wanted to.  He kept all of our sessions 
together strictly one sided affairs and I accepted it that way 
because he was really good at working over a guys nuts and that was 
enough for me.

I had never discussed castration with him during any of our 
sessions although sometimes while he was working on my nuts I would 
say things like "Go ahead and pull the fuckers off", or "Go ahead 
and twist them until they pull all the way off."

This night, after he took the weights off of my nuts and untied the 
leather straps he used, he went and got something out of his jacket 
pocket which he had never shown me before and showed it to me.  
Immediately I knew what it was.  I had seen pictures of it before 
in farm equipment catalogs.  It was a pair of 'Docking Pliers', A 
tool used to castrate sheep.  Several times in the past I had 
almost ordered a pair for myself but I didn't.  Afraid I guess.  I 
knew that if I ever got them I'd use them and I just wasn't real 
sure I was ready to have my nuts removed yet.  You can't undo a 
castration once it is done if you happen to change your mind about 
it.  I did do a lot of fantasizing about it though.

Tom could tell by my immediately renewed erection that I recognized 
the device.  It's sort of like a very large toenail clippers with 
handles and a real wide pair of jaws.  After placing the jaws of it 
over the nut cords, you squeeze the handles together real tight 
like you were clipping off a toenail.   If the edge of one of the 
jaws has not been sharpened, they will just clamp down on the nut 
cords and crush them, permanently stopping all circulation to and 
from the nuts, thus causing them to detach and dry up in a few 
days.  If however, one of the jaws has been sharpened, they will 
crush and cut the cords along with the sac, thus cutting them clean 
off like a pair of wire cutters.

"Interested?," asked Tom as he handed them to me.

"I sure am," I said as I took them to examine closely, "But how did 
you know?"

"I've known a number of guys witn an interest in castration," he 
said, "so I guess I'm just getting good at spotting them now."

A number of guys interested.  I was indeed interested. "So did any 
of them," I said, "ever get what they wanted?"

"Sure," he said matter of factly, "but first I make certain they 
are very sure that is what they want because once it is done there 
is no undoing it."

"I'm just not that sure I'm ready yet," I said, "I mean the thought 
of having it done is a tremendous turn on for me and I think I 
would be very happy being a eunuch, but before I can say for 
certain, I would first like to meet a guy who has had it done so I 
can talk to him about it, if you know what I mean.  Maybe you could 
introduce me to one of those guys that you know who had it done.

"I'm sure I can," he said as he stood up and turned his back 
towards me and unfastened his jeans and pushed them down and off.  
When he turned back around I was rewarded by my first look at his 
entire body, completely naked.  I was also rewarded by my very 
first look at a completely emasculated man, a real live, honest to 
god, clean cut eunuch.  Tom had absolutely nothing down between his 
legs.  Everything was gone.  The bulge in the crotch of his jeans 
had been created using a pad.  Just barely visable through his 
thick bush of pubic hair was a long, thin, slightly indented scar 
up the center of his crotch.  All I could do was stare at him in 
open mouthed amazement for several seconds.  Experimentally I 
reached out to finger his scar.  It was hot and silky smooth and 
very soft to the touch, not at all rough like I thought it might 
be.  Down near the lower end of his scar where his little rosebud 
meatus opening was, I could just barely feel two small bumps 
beneath the skin, one on each side of the scar about an inch or so 
apart, the root stumps of the once big cock I knew he must have 
had. I instantly loved the look and feel of his modified crotch and 
I knew right then and there that I wanted mine to look the same way 
just as soon as possible.

"From the time I first entered puberty," he said, "I had wanted to 
someday become a eunuch.  I used to fantasize about it constantly 
but no matter how hard I tried I just couldn't find anyone 
interested in doing it for me.  I soon realized that if I wanted it 
done I would have to do it myself and so I went ahead and ordered 
myself this pair of docking pliers from a farm equipment catalog.  
And then came the wait for them to arrive which seemed like 
forever.  When I finally did get them I was so turned on I could 
hardly wait to use them.  The first thing I did was take and 
sharpen the edge of one of the blades, as you can see, so that they 
would cut as well as crush. There was no doubt in my mind about 
doing it.  I was more than ready.  After I got the jaw edge 
sharpened very sharp, I stripped naked and then while standing in 
front of a full length mirror in my bathroom, I positioned the jaws 
around the base of my cock and ballsac, pressed back tight against 
my crotch and very slowly began to squeeze the handles together.  I 
was so hot I was shaking and my cock was standing out like an iron 
rod it was so hard.  The harder I squeezed the better it felt in a 
painfully erotic sort of way.  Suddenly then I squeezed the handles 
together just as hard as I could squeeze them.  I can't begin to 
describe the fantasticly awsome stab of pain I experienced then as 
those beautiful jaws clamped closed around the base of my cock and 
ballsac and detached them from my crotch to dropped to the floor 
between my feet. As the stab of pain subsided, a feeling of 
euphoric accomplishment spread over me greater than any orgasm I 
had ever had.  I had wanted it done for such a long time and now I 
had actually done it.  I was so thrilled and happy I could hardly 
stand it.  Laying the pliers aside and pressed an ice pack I had 
prepared beforehand firmly against the gaping wound I had just 
created in the center of my crotch.  Because of the crushing during 
the cutting, bleeding was minimal and in a few minutes, aided I am 
sure by the cold ice, it subsided enough for me to take a needle 
and thread and tie off the exposed arteries and suture the skin of 
my crotch together across the area and form the new end of my piss 
tube into a meatus opening down at the lower end of the area.  
After inserting a short piece of cathater into the new opening, I 
covered the whole area with a liberal coating of antiseptic salve 
and a bandage.  It took about three weeks for my crotch to heal up 
and look the way you see it now and that is about all there was to 
doing it.

"Oh, Wow", I said, "You did it just like that!  So what's it like 
for you now being sexless?"

"What makes you think I'm sexless?" he said, "Hell, just because I 
no longer have a cock and balls of my own doesn't mean I'm 
sexless.  Much to the contrary, I can now enjoy sex to the fullest 
in the way I like it most, a strictly one sided affair with me 
doing everything for my partner and no need for anything to be done 
to me in return.  Even before I finally got rid of my cock and 
balls this was the way I found to be most satisfying and enjoyable 
for me to have sex and I wouldn't have it any other way.  Besides 
that, over 90% of all sex is in the mind anyway and removal of 
those trivial things from down between my legs did not affect the 
way my mind worked in any way.  It just made it all that much 
easier for me to enjoy sex the way I like it most.

"Than isn't what I meant about you being sexless," I said, I 
already know that most of sex is mental and I know what you mean 
about being more able to concentrate on your partner when you no 
longer have any reason to desire physical satisfaction for 
yourself.  What I meant was, How does it feel to no longer have a 
cock and balls?"

"It's like nothing you've ever felt before," he said, "It's a 
wonderful feeling.  It's like suddenly being set free after years 
of confinement, like all of a sudden having a tremendous load that 
you were until then unaware of, lifted off of your back and being 
able to walk upright and unencumbered for the first time in your 
life.  Once they are gone you find yourself actually wondering just 
why you ever feared having them removed in the first place and why 
you waited so long to get rid of them.  It's the most wonderful 
feeling in the world to be cleancut like I am now.  My only regret 
is having waited until I was nearly 20 to finally do it.

"Then I take it," I said, "that there are no regrets."

"Nope," he said, "None whatsoever except, like I said, having 
waited so long to do it.  If I had known back when I was 14 or 15 
what I know now about doing it, I would have done it then without 
any hesitation."

"Not that it really matters," I said, "but I'm curious as to just 
how big it was?  Was it a big 9 incher like mine or was it just 
average?"

"It was just a bit bigger than yours", he said, "nearly 11 inches 
when full hard and my nuts were nice and big too, just like yours 
are."

"And what, if I may ask," I said, "did you do with them after you 
cut them off?"

"I have them preserved in a jar of formaldahyde at home," he 
said, "I thought about destroying them but then I decided to keep 
them as a sort of reminder, if you know what I mean"

"You mentioned earlier", I said, "that you have also assisted other 
guys who wanted to be castrated.  Tell me about it."

"In the five years now since I removed of mine," he said, "I would 
say that I have assisted somewheres between 25 and 30 other guys to 
get rid of theirs.  After the first dozen I quit counting.  You'd 
be surprised at just how many guys there are around with an 
interest in castration but who just don't know how to go about 
getting it done, like you for example.  I sort of figured that was 
your real interest right from the first nut abuse session we had 
together, but that you were afraid to bring it out into the open 
for fear of being thought crazy.  Like I said, I'm getting pretty 
good now at recognizing guys with that particular interest."

"Well, you sure hit the nail right on the head with me," I 
said, "because I have been fantasizing for over 5 years now about 
being completely emasculated, ever since I first entered puberty at 
age 14, but I have always kept it to myself out of fear of what 
others would think of me.  Seeing you now though has completely 
erased any doubts that I ever had and I'm ready to have it done 
right here and now." 

"I sort of sensed that you were ready." he said, "Thats why I 
brought my docking pliers along today.  You realize of course that 
it is going to hurt quite a bit more than just having your nuts 
abused, and that once it is done it is forever."

"It should hurt," I said, "and I want it to hurt.  It's like an 
initiation or rite of passage.  There should be pain.  It is 
something that you can only experience once in a lifetime so it 
should leave a deep and lasting impression on you so you can always 
remember.  I'm ready whenever you are."

Tom went and got some ice out of my freezer and prepared an ice 
pack and then got a plastic drop sheet that he had brought along 
out of his jacket pocket and spread it out on my bed beneath me.  
Then while I leaned back with my legs spread wide apart, he 
positioned the jaws of his beautiful pliers up close around the 
base of my full erection and big, swollen nutsac.  He looked me 
square in the eyes then, checking one last time to make sure I was 
ready and then he quickly squeezed the handles of the pliers 
together just as hard as he could.  Instantly a terrible, agonizing 
stab of pain coarsed up through me from the very core of my crotch 
that grew until I thought I couldn't take it any more, causing me 
to catch my breath and brace myself, unable to let out a yelp of 
pain. And then just as quickly as it began it abruptly faded and in 
wide-eyed amazement I watched as my entire genital cluster dropped 
free, away from my crotch onto the plastic sheet beneath me.  In 
just a matter of seconds it was all over and done with.  My cock 
and balls were history.

It's been over two years now since Tom's docking pliers took that 
bite out of my crotch and I haven't regretted it even for one 
moment.  It feels fantastic to run my fingers down over my crotch 
and feel nothing but smoothness down there.  Unlike Tom, I have 
also gone and had all   of my pubic hair permanently removed.  It's 
time to go now.  Here comes Tom.  I'm going to help him with 
another guy due here any minute now wanting his crotch kissed by 
Tom's pliers.  He will be the third one so far this month and the 
twentieth since Tom and I moved in to live together.  Tom was 
certainly right when he said there were a lot of guys out there 
interested and he does real good work too.

                            -- The End --