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The sun streamed through the curtains and I blinked awake. It took me a moment to adjust to my surroundings. I remembered where I was and what I was doing there. I reached between my legs and felt cold flesh. My heart jumped. What a step I had taken, and with so little deliberation. My genitals felt like something from the meat counter at the supermarket, pieces of meat. I lifted the sheets, My cock and balls were all black, lifeless. There really was no going back now. Was I really a sexless eunuch? I had spent my adult life as a heterosexual male, penetrating females. I was no longer capable of doing that and had allowed myself to be transformed so that I was capable only of being penetrated by a male. From top to bottom in one quick move. I was a little confused, such a momentous transformation and yet I didn't feel regret as yet. I was gay for days, but I knew that this was the way I wanted to spend my life. I wanted to please my man.
As if on cue he entered the room. I looked up into his eyes and he told me that I was a eunuch now and that would help me to be a better, more considerate sexual partner for him. He lifted the sheets to examine my lifeless package and seemed pleased. "Now you will have no more urges and you can concentrate on pleasing me" He parted his dressing gown which allowed his mighty erect cock to spring towards my face. I dutifully sucked and bobbed on him, my only thought his pleasure. I was rewarded eventually with a serving of his delicious semen, the sperm I was now incapable of producing. He withdrew and instructed me to put a gown on and accompany him. He had a urologist friend who shared his interest in castration but felt hampered professionally in carrying out elective castrations, he had no problem, however in tidying up and making safe, home castrations. The urologist led me to the table, lifted my legs into the stirrups and examined my lifeless balls. He said he was impressed with the job that had been done to me. He told me and my man that he would remove my entire penis, deep under the skin, re-route my urethra and leave me with a tiny scar above my perenium. He asked my man, not me, if this was acceptable. It felt surreal. He gave me a local anaesthetic as he would be cutting deep into areas that hadn't been banded. I looked down and watched him sever my manhood away from me piece by piece. My man stood behind me and pulled my head away. He began to fuck my mouth slowly as I was emasculated. He held back from cumming a long time, with breaks where necessary. At one end my new sexual organ, my mouth, was being occupied while my old one was retired. My third one would, no doubt be occupied before too long. As the urologist stitched me up I tasted a long stream of cum down my throat. I lifted my head, cum dripping off my lips and looked down to see my bruised denuded crotch. The urologist warned that my man would have to wait for a few days to allow me to heal before he could sodomise me and joked that he should take it easy on me. I felt numb and bruised but managed to walk out, carrying my catheter, we went back to his place, I had some food and lay on the bed. I fell into a deep sleep.
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