A Hard Cock Never Lies (from the boy)

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I arrived at his house at 10:00 in the morning, as we had agreed. For as long as I could remember I had wanted to be castrated, and had begun posting notices on the Internet. He was one of many who had answered my posts, but was the only one who lived in my area, so I told him he could be the one to take my manhood away from me.

As I was driving to his house contemplating what was to happen this morning, my dick was as hard as it had ever been. I had found out about castration when I was young, and had decided I wanted it to happen to me. Then when I had entered puberty I knew I had to be castrated, because I didn't like the changes that were happening to me. I hated that my dick was getting bigger and I was growing hair on my body. At the same time I was fascinated by the same changes as they happened to the boys I knew. I enjoyed seeing the other boys naked, looking at their growing dicks and the hair that was sprouting in their crotches and their armpits. Some of us had begun fooling around together, and I liked being able to make other boys cum with my mouth. I enjoyed cumming too, but that didn't change the fact that I wanted to, no, I had to be castrated to feel normal.

I was 16, and had developed quite well for someone my age. When my dick got hard it was about 7 inches, and I had a really thick bush of hair growing in my crotch. I worked out every day, so my pecs and abs were well-defined, almost chiseled in appearance.

As I stepped up to the front door and rang the bell a growing apprehension was overtaking me. He had said he would use a burdizzo to castrate me and that it would hurt when he did it. Now I was wondering how much it would hurt. Would I be able to stand the pain? And what would it really be like to be a eunuch? I knew I would lose interest in sex, but what would that be like? Would I be frustrated not being able to have sex anymore?

Then he opened the door and I stepped inside. I knew it was too late for second thoughts, but still I was worried. At the same time, my huge erection hadn't gone down. I was still excited about the thought of being unmanned.

"Hi, Doug, how are you today?" he asked me.

"Okay."

"You ready to be castrated?"

"Uh, I guess so," I replied.

Just then he reached down and felt my hard dick straining against my jeans. "Oh yeah," he said. "You're ready for it I can tell. Your cock is giving you away. Let's go upstairs."

When we were in his bedroom he told me to get undressed, so I did a slow strip tease for him. First I pulled off my t-shirt, exposing my hairless chest and belly.

"Oh, yeah," he said. "That looks so nice. You work out a lot, don't you?"

"Yeah," I said. "I lift weights and do sit-ups and push-ups every day." Then I took off my jeans, allowing my hard dick to push out my briefs. Once again he grabbed my crotch and squeezed.

"Yeah, you're ready," he said. "Boys don't get this hard unless they really want to be castrated. Did you know that?"

"No," I said.

"It's true. I can always tell the boys who want it, because they have really huge erections. Now get those briefs off."

I did as I was told, and tugged down my briefs, exposing my package to him for the first time.

"Jesus, man!" he said. "Your cock is huge! I've only seen one or two other boys with dicks that big. And uncut, too! I love that." Now he got on his knees, skinned back my foreskin, and took my dick into his mouth. He sucked on it for a while, but then he stopped. "I don't want you to cum yet. I want you to wait for a while. Let's go into the shower and get you shaved."

In the bathroom, he first used hair clippers to trim my pubic hair short. Then he started the water running and got undressed. He too had an erection, I noted. At last we stepped into the shower, and he rubbed shaving cream all over my crotch. Carefully he took all of the hair off until I looked like a little boy again, only it was the look of a little boy with a huge raging boner that wanted release. After he was done shaving me we dried off and went back to the bedroom.

"Now lie on the bed," he said. When I was centered on his bed he began fastening black leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, tying me to the bed so I couldn't move. "You know," he said as he did this, "I've never understood why you boys want to be castrated. It's not so bad being a man. I'm glad you do, though, because I love taking away your manhood. It feels so good to crush your cords and kill your balls, feeling your cold, dead balls after I'm done." When I was securely tied to the bed he leaned over my chest and began sucking and pinching my nipples. It was driving me wild feeling his mouth and hands against my chest. It was then I really began thinking I didn't want to be castrated after all.

"No!" I cried. "Stop it! I don't want you to do it!"

"You're lying," he said. "Your cock is telling me what you want, and it's as hard as it's ever been." Then he wrapped his hand around my dick and began jerking me off. I was going wild feeling his hand on my dick, and I wanted to be able to keep that feeling.

"No, man! Don't hurt my balls! I want to keep them!" Now he didn't say anything; he just kept rubbing my hard dick as I writhed on the bed. Tears were pouring from my eyes as I thought about what was to happen to me. "Shit! I don't wanna be a eunuch!" Soon I began feeling an orgasm coming, and I arched my back and curled my toes and fingers as he brought me right to the edge. At last I couldn't hold it any more, and as I shouted, "I'm cumming!" a thick rope of cum erupted from my dick and splattered on my belly. He kept jerking me off, and a second, then a third, and finally a fourth spurt of jizz covered my chest and belly. With his left hand he spread the cum around my chest as he began feeling my scrotum with the right.

"I want to make sure I can find your cords," he said. "I'll bet that was really good, wasn't it?" I nodded, and he said, "Boys tell me that's the best orgasm they ever had, just before they're castrated."

Then, before my chest had stopped heaving from the orgasm, he picked up the silver burdizzo and placed it around the cord that connected my right ball to my body. Without saying anything, he pushed the levers together and the jaws of the burdizzo clamped down against the cord.

"Ohh, God!" I screamed as the pain coursed through my body. "No!! Shit!! I can't take it! Stop it!" He ignored me and held the levers together as they crushed the cord, depriving my ball of blood and life. It felt like an hour he held the jaws against me, but he told me later it was only a minute or two. Then he released the levers and moved the burdizzo to the left side of my scrotum. I knew if I had one ball I could still be a man, so I began begging him. "Please! Leave me this ball. I don't wanna be a eunuch! I want to be a man after all!" But it was to no avail as he pushed the levers together against the left cord. Again I screamed as I felt the jaws close on the cord, and I kept thrashing as much as I could with the restraints, but soon I gave in to my fate, and relaxed against the bed. Again he held the jaws closed for a minute or two, and I began to sob as I realized what he, and what I, had done.

After he opened the burdizzo and put it away, he gave me a painkiller and told me to get some sleep. I slept a little, but would wake up and begin crying as I the thought came back that my balls would soon be dead. I really would be a eunuch for the rest of my life.

About an hour after he had used he burdizzo he came back into the bedroom and woke me up. He felt around my scrotum, checking that he had really crushed the cords completely. "Yep," he said, "your balls are cold. If they're not dead yet, they soon will be. There's nothing anyone can do about that anymore. For a while you'll still be able to get hard and shoot, but that'll change soon. Your cum will become clearer and thinner once you don't have any more sperm. Then it'll become harder to get an erection, and you won't be able to hold it as long. You might even become completely impotent. At any rate, before long you won't feel much like having sex anymore. Your sex drive will diminish until it's about zero. At some point you'll start getting hot flashes as your body gets used to life without your hormones. You'll begin sweating for no reason during the day, and you'll wake up at night with your sheets dripping with sweat. Then your body will start changing. You'll lose the muscle tone in your chest and stomach, and they'll get softer. Your nipples will become very tender. You won't get erections at night anymore, and your cock will begin to get smaller."

"How small will it get?"

"I can't say, but I've seen boys I've castrated whose dicks aren't much bigger than a little boy's."

As he told me how my life would be from then on, I realized I was excited at the prospect of being a eunuch, and I knew I had done the right thing after all. I didn’t want to be able to cum; I wanted to make other guys cum, and I was looking forward to having a small dick again. I was glad he hadn't listened to my pleading, but had gone ahead and castrated me. My dick was becoming hard again, and as I lay there tied to the bed he wrapped his hand around my dick and gave me one of my last hand jobs. I was 16 and about to begin life as a eunuch.