Fantasy Becomes Reality

Over the next couple of months, we chatted back and forth, I sent him more pictures, talked with him on the phone, and finally met in person. I told him where I lived and he said he'd call me when he arrived. Several weeks later, I got a phone call and it was from James, he said he was at the Holiday Inn and if I wanted to met him be in the bar in 30 minutes. I hopped into my car and drove over and sit in the car for about 10 minutes. Finally, I got up enough nerve to get out and go into the hotel and into the bar area. The place was pretty empty, so it wasn't hard to guess who James was. I introduced myself and he told me to have a seat. It was a strange evening for me, sitting across from this good looking man, telling him things that I'd never discussed with another living sole, except in chat rooms. He was so easy to talk with and finally he told me to come with him and he'd make it all happen. At first, I wasn't sure if he was serious, but he assured me he was. I followed him up to his hotel room and he opened his suitcase and showed me his medical bag. He had scalpels, catheters, sutures, bandages, and lots of other stuff. He told me to strip and let him get an up close look at what I was offering. I felt really weird, stripping, but I was too far gone to back out then, so I stripped, pulling on my cock and balls, putting my hands behind my back and spreading my legs in a military stance, giving him full access to my genitals.

He got down on his knees and fondled my balls, skinned back my foreskin, stroked my cock pulling on the foreskin until my cock was hard and then he started squeezing my balls and again pulling on my foreskin and telling me what a nice size cock I had. Which it was, 8 1/2 by 5 inches round with lemon size balls hanging underneath. Even when I was soft, my basket was always out on display. I kept hoping he'd go down on me and suck the cream out of my balls, but he just stroked and fondled my equipment. He told me in graphic detail how he planned on taking my genitals and was there anything special I wanted before he cut them away. At the moment my mind was a complete blank. He stood up and told me I could get dressed as he crossed the room and sat down on one of the chairs at the table. He placed a soda on the table for me and said the only thing left to decide was the date. I gulped down the soda as he told me about the last guy he'd cut. Then he said I'd need at least 2 weeks off from work to recover and at least for the first week would be confined to the bed. He wanted to make sure I healed properly before he returned home. I was somewhat shocked when he said that, I asked him if he did house calls, feeling somewhat foolish, and he laughed and said yes in a manner of speaking. He always cut in familiar surrounding, he found the healing process went a lot faster. Also, there were fewer traumas if traveling wasn't involved. For some reason, I told him I worked a 10-month job and was currently off, which was the truth.

I asked him how he was able to travel around the country cutting guys and he said, he had a monthly income, which gave him the mobility to come to his clients. Since, I didn't respond to his original question, he said well, let's go, no time like the present. He picked up his medical bag and another one and told me to lead the way. My cock was hard as a rock and my mind was in turmoil. This man was serious, and all I had to do was take him home, and my fantasy would become a reality. Part of my mind was screaming run fool run, the other part was saying finally, what you've been dreaming about for years. The other part which controlled my hard cock and throbbing balls won the battle, when we got to the parking lot, and in the car, he told me not to worry, everything was going to be just fine. We arrived at the house in about 20 minutes, but it seemed like hours. Just knowing what I was agreeing to do prevented me from talking, so most of the trip was in silence. Once we were inside the house, he followed me into the bathroom, telling me how to shave all over, douche completely, and once I'd done all that, to just yell out and he'd come and get me.

When I called to him, he immediately led me into the kitchen where he'd prepared the area for my cutting. I was amazed he'd gotten so much accomplished in such a short time. The table was cleared and covered with a sterile pad, straps were laid out to secure me, the camera was set up and all his surgical instruments were aligned on a tray sitting on a stool beside where he would be working. He had water on boiling and had donned into his surgical gear. He helped me up onto the table, strapped me down and put a pillar between my shoulder blades and under my head, allowing me to partically see his handy work as he told me. As nervous as I was, my cock responded by getting hard and leaking a string of pre-cum onto my belly. He laughed and said, "at least a part of you is anxious". He pushed a catheter down my urethra until it entered my bladder. He said he wanted my cock hard when removed, so he picked up a elastrator, with the ring already in place, opened the jaws and slid it down to the base of my cock and released the ring. The pain was incredible and my cock immediately started throbbing and turning dark. He picked up a scalpel and said, while my cock was going through it's death throes, he was going to open up my sac and get the balls out of the way, so he'd had plenty of room to work on the cock root, separating the urethra and tying off the various chambers of the cock, before cutting it loose from my body. I couldn't see what he was doing, but I certainly felt the blade slice across the front of my sac, he picked up scissors and I felt him snipping membranes until I felt him pulling my balls out into the open. He pushed the sac behind them and let them dangle between my legs while he tied and sutured the cords. Once he was finished, he picked up the scissors and asked me if I was ready for my first stage of being unmanned. I nodded and I felt the cord being pulled and the sharp pain as the scissors cut into the cord. He put the ball onto a tray and placed it on my chest. All I could see was a bloody blob over the edge of the tray. I felt the pull on the other cord and then a sharp pain and finally the dull ache from the cut. All during this time my cock was dying and the area was getting really numb. I felt the coldest of my cock as it was lying on my stomach. I had endured pain up to the point, but nothing prepared me for the pain as he cut into my cock root. Gradually, I began to feel less and less of my cock, just a throbbing ache all in my groin area. Finally, he stood up holding my freshly removed cock with part of the tube sticking out, which use to be my best bud, while setting at the computer. An 8 1/2 inch piece of dead meat. He placed it on the tray along with the dead balls and put the tray on the counter. He washed the blood off and showed me, two grayish balls and a now gray looking cock. If I hadn't have been in so much pain, I'd have been really turned on seeing them lying on that tray. Finally he put them in the refrigerator and sit back down between my legs. He cleaned up the area and then satisfied the bleeding was stopped and the sutured were holding on my cords and cock root, he began the process of re-routing the urethra and closing up the wound. He trimmed away the sac and only used what he needed. He said he'd leave enough loose sac to heal, but eventually, the sac would shrink up to nothing and I'd be as smooth as a baby between my legs. Finally he got up, turned the camera off and draped a sheet over me. He told me to rest and he'd be back to check on me. I heard the television on so I kind of drifted in and out, sensing his present every once in a while. When I was fully awake I called to him asking him when I could get up? He came in asking how I was feeling, and when I said, awful, he laughed. He asked me what I expected? He said I had a major part of me removed, and it was going to be painful for at least the next week. He said he wanted me to stay down for the rest of the day and tonight he'd let me up and give me something to eat. He told me if I needed to pee, to go ahead, the tube was still in me and attached to a bag, so it wasn't a problem. He checked between my legs and told me that even though it looked ugly at the moment, once the bruising and swelling went away, I'd hardly even know I had prime grade "A" meat hanging between my legs. He said it wasn't often that he got the opportunity to take such a prime specimen, but he'd been lucky when he said this had been his twelfth nullo.

He came in periodically, checking on my comfort and liquids to drink. He fixed lunch and served me soup and finally unstrapped me. He took a number of pictures of my crotch and severed genitals. There was even some remains of the sac since my balls had been so large. I asked him what he planned on doing with my genitals and he smiled and said he was planning on having them for dinner. It wasn't often he got to dine on a thick piece of meat like mine. I was shocked when he told me that. He noticed my expression and said most of his clients had felt the same way, but that was one of the reason's his services were free. He said one of his best meals came from a Polish guy. His cock had been as thick as a beer can, about 8" in length. He'd been a little worried about suturing something that thick, and it had taken him well over an hour to cut and trim the stump up, but that had been one fine meal.

That evening he helped me down from the table and into bed. I was really sore and the pain was still there. I asked him why so much pain was still there since my balls were gone, and he said it was because the nerve endings had not healed over yet. My crotch looked awful, all black and blue and the scar looked red and swollen. He'd sprayed a plastic antiseptic over the stitches and gently washed the area down that night. Around 5 he went into the kitchen to prepare his dinner. He said he'd wrapped my cock and balls up in bacon and sealed them in aluminum fold and shoved them into the over. About an hour later he returned to the bedroom so I could watch him dine. I was pretty grossed out seeing my cock as someone's meal, but not enough to refuse a taste. I couldn't believe my 1st bite of food was my own cock. I had to admit it was tasty. Later that night, he crawled into bed and asked how I was doing. Actually, I was starting to feel somewhat better. So for most of the week, he helped me from the bed to the bathroom and back. I was surprised to see him naked. I hadn't realized he was an eunuch. He had an average size cock with a triple 0-gauge ring through the head. The piss tube had been cut away and all that was hanging was his shaft. A new pisshole had been relocated where his balls had once been. I asked him who had done him and he told me it had been his lover. They'd been together for over twenty years and he agreed to give his lover his balls on his 35th birthday. Two years later his lover died of a heart attack. So for the last 10 years he'd been providing services for others. The second week I was able to get around on my own and the wound started looking a whole lot better. The swelling had gone down and the black and blue was turning shades of yellow. I still felt funny seeing an empty crotch when I looked in the mirror, but realized I'd finally gotten up the nerve to follow through on something after all these years. The third week, I actually watched the video and was amazed at how professional he was. At the end of the week, he removed the tube and left, telling me to enjoy my new life.

So here I am, writing this all down and wondering if I should advertise for a lover whose gets off on eunuchs and nullo's. Think you'd be interested. Drop me a line, who knows what will develop. Can't wait to hear from you.