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We soaped each other in the shower and rubbed our bodies together, his still thick cock and his balls sploshing between us. I loved embracing him and feeling only one cock, one pair of balls between us. It made of us more than just two guys together. We had made permanent an aspect of our relationship, that is that he penetrated me. I had never penetrated him and never would, I would never penetrate anyone anymore. Once again this thought did not depress me or cause regret. These emotions I might have anticipated had we discussed this life-changing operation instead of him surprising me and me trusting him. The fact that by surgery, chosen by my lover, I had become a eunuch, my genitals removed and destroyed, liberated me. By reducing my options for sex to being penetrated, to being the bottom I had become a physical representation of how I thought of myself in sex ever since he showed me my true self. The first time he fucked me, and the first time that's exactly what it was, we didn't "make love" until much later, he showed me what sex was really like. I had never felt fulfilled in anything I had done, education, career, love life, the way I felt fulfilled when he filled my mouth with his semen. And still I felt the same way. Nothing came close to the feeling I had when I could taste his orgasm. I appreciated our little ritual, in all the time we had been together every single orgasm of his I had received gratefully, orally.
I decided to wash his cock and balls for him. I knelt in front of him and he caressed my head. I felt a deep feeling of subservient gratification. I marvelled at his cock and his heavy balls, the only ones we had. I was beginning to forget what my own cock had looked like. It didn't matter, it belonged to the past and had no part in my present or future. I soaped him up and down and rinsed him off. I thought back to our first night together and how he made me appreciate an act that I couldn't have imagined. We were in the shower and he asked me to kneel so that he could pee in my mouth. He said it so calmly, so reassuringly and authoritatively that I simply complied. It is hard to describe why but something about being sodomised for the first time awakened my true submissive nature and I felt that if that was what he wanted there was no reason why I shouldn't let him. It was beyond trust. I opened my mouth obediently and he casually peed into me. As I swallowed and swallowed, something of the sense of fulfillment grew in me. The intimacy of this act and the sense in which it established and confirmed the power balance between us gave me cause to appreciate it even more. Without us ever discussing it, from the first splash on my tongue I knew that I would never pee in his mouth. By the time he had finished I felt the same warm glow of accomplishment that nothing else outside of our relationship could match. And so in the shower together, the night I would take him up my ass for the first time as a eunuch, his eunuch, when he looked down at me I simply held his cock still and aimed it at my open mouth and waited patiently for his exhaled breath and stream of pee. He peed for a long time and, this time, controlled his flow, synchronising with my breathing and swallowing so that every drop ended up in my stomach. I looked up into his eyes, the shower water cascading around us and smiled. I felt sated in the simple act of pleasuring him. I felt thankful that he had filled me, first with his sperm and secondly with his pee. I sat on the toilet, instinctively. It hadn't been long since I lost my genitals but I felt so comfortable in my new body shape that I didn't have to think any more about sitting to pee. I watched him towel himself off as I peed. His cock looked delicious and even though it was hardly out of my mouth I wanted to taste it again and prepare him to sodomise me. He left the bathroom. When I had dried myself and walked out I found he was dressing. I had a slight pang of disappointment as, although it was early evening I half expected to retire to the bed. "Let's walk, catch the sunset?" "Ok" Why not? I slipped on the cotton panties I was used to wearing by now. Loose pants, slim top, sandals and we were off. We had a small bit to eat and a drink at a great little beach-side bar cum shack and watched the sun set over the ocean. The sky was beautiful and I was glad we had left the hotel room. We walked along the beach hand in hand and it felt right. It was dark by now and the beach was quiet, all we could hear were our footsteps on the sand and waves lashing gently. He turned to me and kissed me, easing my top up and shifting my pants down. As we kissed he undressed me, slipping my panties down. I kickedd them away and stood naked under the moonlight. He was still fully clothed and he caressed my body, newly denuded of hair, newly denuded of my manhood. I felt the breeze on me and when he licked my nipples, cold points from his saliva cooling on the breeze. We embraced and he caressed my ass, spreading my cheeks. He had some lube in his pocket and he applied it to me. I slipped my hand in his trousers and felt his thick cock which I jerked slowly as we kissed. I could feel my ass open up to him, it was as if, in the absence of my destroyed penis and testicles, one of my two remaining sex organs (the other being my mouth) had taken over, or should I say, been confirmed as the centre of my arousal. He pressed down on the tops of my buttocks, a simple signal to instruct me, without words, to sink to my knees. I felt the wet sand on my knees. I was salivating, my body anticipating his cock. I unzipped him and took his cock out into the air. I inhaled the scent of his arousal. This scent alone would have given me an erection if I had a penis. As it was it seemed to contribute to the warm, slightly numb feeling in my ass. I squirmed a little and took him into my mouth. He sighed as I slowly deepthroated him under the canopy of stars. He lifted his top off and I admired his strong chest. I knew that without any testicles I would be relying on testosterone to be able to maintain some level of muscle. I knew that I would always be lighter, leaner, less masculine than him and that pleased me. He slipped his trousers down, my mouth still around his cock until we were both naked, man standing, eunuch kneeling in a timeless embrace at the water's edge. Shorn of our contemporary clothes we could have been enacting a scene from any period in history, the eunuch orally servicing his master. He stooped, easing his cock out of my mouth, a long string of combined precum and saliva connecting the tip with my tongue. He held my face and kissed me again. He pulled me to the ground and we rolled along the wet sand in an embrace until we were in the shallow water. He still had the lube and he turned me over onto all fours to insert more. He fingered my ass with lube and I willed him into me. I waited, my hands and knees in the water, my ass making an o, waiting for his cock. Our first anal sex together without my genitals in the way. I waited. Instead he lay back on the water beside me and lifted my leg over. I was now crouching over him. He pulled me to him and I felt our chests touch, his cock press against me, my emptiness receiving it. he pushed me up so that I squatted over him and positioned his cock at my butthole. I looked down at him as I lowered myself down on his cock. It was a little tight but that was good and when I finally sank down and enveloped him completely it was such a release. Slowly he pistoned my ass and it felt like the first time all over again. he pulled me down to him and we kissed, we were in such a tight embrace, it was closer, more intimate than anytime before. I realised that was because I no longer had a cock or balls to get in the way, there was nothing between us any more. He pumped me and we rolled in the water. Next thing I knew I was on my back and he was pumping into my ass. A wave crashed over us, drenching us both and I felt deep pleasure around my prostate. I looked down and I could actually see his cock going in and out of my ass. I was thankful there was nothing in the way to block the view. Another wave and another wave of pleasure. Could it be that I was actually having an orgasm. I wasn't sure but it felt amazing, less intense but somehow deeper and more fulfilling than my previous orgasms. He kept on fucking me as my ass gripped his cock, milking him. Looks like the blowjob I gave him earlier did the trick as he was able to hold back from cumming. The waves lashed over us, washing off the sweat from our bodies as he finally withdrew, his thick long cock, defiantly erect, defining the difference between us. I sat up and took his cock into my mouth tasting of the musty flavour of my ass. He tilted his head back as I sucked him and he exploded, filling my mouth with the taste I savoured. I felt thrilled to receive his orgasm. If anything I felt even more pleasure from his orgasm than from mine. I stayed still, holding him in my mouth, catching the last drops. We walked along the beach, naked, man and eunuch, half hoping that someone would see us and understand how we had spent the last while. His cock swayed as he walked, I felt the breeze under my bare cropped crotch, my ass still reverberating from a thorough probing. There were lights in the distance and revellers were spilling out of the beach shack. We looked at each other and I knew we weren't putting our clothes back on. Maybe some of the revellers were a little drunk and didn't fully appreciate it but we definitely got some looks, looks of puzzlement, looks of desire, looks of jealousy from male and female alike. I saw one girl look me up and down, linger at my crotch and look back at her boyfriend with intent. I wondered whether he realised what lay in store for him. I saw guys look at my boyfriend and look at me and I knew they wished their genitals were also gone so that they could be fucked like I had been. It took a matter of moments to pass them but the thoughts that buzzed around my head and my lover's thrilled us both. As we walked back to our room I could see that his cock was already at half-mast.
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