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I awoke later feeling rather dazed and groggy and had a dull ache in my crotch. It all came back to me very gradually and I lifted the bedsheet gingerly to peer down. All I could see was a bandage with the catheter snaking out but it was clear from how snugly it fit me that there wasn't anything there anymore. I reached down and felt my new crotch shape through the bandage. It felt very wierd. I wasn't sure what to think. Suddenly out of nowhere I began to weep. My body shook as I cried. I felt very emotional. I had done something, or rather something had been done to me that was permanent, irreversible. The strange thing was that, although I felt emotional, I didn't feel any regret. I thought of how I had made a committment to my lover and I hoped it would bring us closer together.
My little quiet crying episode over I sighed. I felt a lot better. So I really didn't have a cock any more, or balls. I guess that made me a eunuch. An image flashed across my mind. An ancient egyptian scene, a nude man standing guard, his body firm muscled, oiled, hairless and also cockless, ballless. It was appealing, I felt slightly aroused. I caught myself for a moment, expecting my cock to rise when I realised that I didn't have a cock any more. I smiled to myself. I realised that I wouldn't be able to say "You make me hard" any more. But yet, all the time I had said that to my lover, it didn't really mean all that much. I let him know I was aroused but the fact of my cock being erect wouldn't have any bearing on the sex would enjoy. He was right when he told me that my genitals were "in the way". He had the cock in our relationship, I had the ass and mouth. I had another image. I would be able to see him penetrate me. Another thrill. For a sexless eunuch I still seemed to have sex on my mind a fair bit. What could I say exactly, because even though I had no balls, no cock, I still felt aroused. That was something at least. The more I thought the more it seemed the right thing to do. I had felt like my lover had shown me the real "me". I hoped we would stay together but if anything happened I couldn't imagine having a relationship with anyone other than a dominant gay man. I caught myself again, the thought occurred to me that I wouldn't be much use to anyone other than a dominant gay man. Strangely that thought felt comforting. I had a visit from my surgeon who explained everything to me very clearly. I would have to take hormone pills every day, much in the same away as a woman might take contraceptive pills. This would be to replace the testosterone that my testicles used to produce. Again that little reminder that I used to have testicles. I imagined it would take me time to adjust to my new status. He told me that the hormone pills would also prevent feminization such as breast growth. I was thankful for that. I was also thankful to hear that with the testosterone I should be able to retain some sort of sex drive, albeit reduced. He told me that I would have to take it easy for the next few weeks but that as soon as soon as the catheter was out I should try and walk around a bit. He explained that he had rerouted my urethra so that my new "peehole" was underneath, this was the preferred way but it did mean that I would have to sit or squat to pee. This seemed reasonable. I asked when could I see and he said he'd like to leave the bandage there for a little bit longer but not to worry, it was a very neat job and there was only a tiny scar underneath which would fade to nothing. He left me and I idly read a magazine, there was an article about men and their cocks, apparently the average cock size was 5 to 6 inches, I felt a little pride to think that I was above average, I thought of my 7 inch cock and then it hit me again, I didn't have a cock at all. Strangely I laughed to myself, I felt as if I should be upset, feel regret but I just found it amusing. My lover entered with a big bunch of flowers and a bottle of champagne. I was pleased to see him. "How's my dickless wonder?" he asked with a smile "Great" I told him, I was pleased to get my little emotional episode out of the way and was happy about being able to share our little secret adventure. "So, can I see?" I pulled down the sheet for him "It's still all bandaged up" "Yes, but look at that smooth bare crotch underneath, Wow!" I could actually see his trousers tenting. It felt great to have aroused him simply by showing him my crotch. "So you're really a eunuch, huh?" "I guess so" "How do you feel about it" "I guess it will take some time to get used to" I explained about catching myself thinking I still had a cock, I was glad he found it as amusing as I did. Even though it was only a matter of hours it was feeling less and less strange. Pretty soon, I guessed, having a cock would just feel like the distant past. His cock was still erect and I felt the urge to do something about it. I looked down at it and up at him and smiled lasviciously. he simply arched an eyebrow and slowly unzipped. I fished his thick cock out. It was big enough for the both of us. I sat up gingerly and began to give him a thank you blowjob. At one stage the nurse came in, made eye contact with both of us and tactfully left the room. It was a bit of a quickie and pretty soon he stiffened and unleashed his cum into my mouth. As always I swallowed every drop, keeping his cock in my mouth while it softened and sucking out the last few drops. It felt great. My first sex as a eunuch. I was looking forward to being able t take him up my ass but I would have to wait for my wound to heal properly. He stroked my cheek and smiled down at me "My own eunuch" My cheeks reddened. he withdrew, zipped up and sat down. I felt a little flush but didn't feel the need to have an orgasm. I wasn't sure if I would be able to have one anymore but it didn't seem to matter. I actually liked the idea that from now on my whole aim during sex was to bring pleasure rather than seek it. It was a few days later, back at the hotel when I was able to examine myself. The catheter was gone, the bandage was gone, I had no difficulties peeing by myself. I disrobed and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I saw this toned, hairless body with a completely denuded crotch, recognisably male without any male genitalia. I loved how I looked. I ran my hands over my smooth body and between my legs. It felt wonderful not to feel anything dangling. I probably never would have thought of doing this but ultimately felt delighted that somebody, my boyfriend, decided for me. I stepped into the shower and lathered up. There was a knock on the glass and I slid it open to reveal a wicked grin. We caressed each other and it felt wonderful to feel his stiff cock press into my bare groin. He cupped the space where my manhood used to be and kissed me full on the lips. I felt aroused, a gentler, deeper arousal than the feeling associated with an erection. It also triggered a submissive desire to please and I slipped down to my knees and took his cock in my mouth. He stood still and seemed to be concentrating. I knew what this meant and was pleased to receive a stream of pee. I drank his warm tangy pee, as much as I could anyway, the rest splashing off my face, down my hairless body and running off my bare crotch. He emptied his bladder in and on me and now he could allow his cock to thicken and stiffen. I slathered him with my tongue. Lifted him out and jerked him as I licked his balls. It felt weird worshipping his cock and balls while I had had mine removed but I loved my new situation. I took his cock back into my mouth and inched it down my throat. The water splashed around us as I slowly sucked him, inevitably to climax, his cock pulsing and shuddering like mine had done in the distant past. He filled my mouth again and again with a full load of sperm. I swallowed it all down greedily. I rose to embrace him in the water and we kissed once more, him tasting his sperm from my mouth with a hint of pee. I felt satisfied to have brought him orgasm and once more didn't feel any need for one of my own The next day I felt ready to brave the beach.
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