I laid in extra supplies. I knew I would need more of everything for Tyrone. Dr. Smith had arranged a regular supply source for me; I no longer needed to get requisitions approved. He never said more than, "You’ve got a thriving business going there." (He doesn’t know the half of it, or maybe he does.) I’m sure a number of people about town suspect what I am up to – it’s a small town – but nobody’s ever said anything. Still, I seem to get respect from most of the men in town. I wonder how many would like to have my hobby; or perhaps they secretly approve, as long as it’s someone else’s nuts I’m harvesting.

Saturday finally arrived, and so did Jeff and Tyrone. Jeff and I chatted a bit in the living room; Tyrone sat quietly, but listened to everything. I then invited Jeff to put on a covering gown and gave him a mask to wear when needed. I said Tyrone could have a shower and meet us in the OR. I put on my surgical outfit. I knew Jeff would want to watch; I just told him to stay back from my work area, but up near Tyrone’s head would be fine.

Tyrone entered and lay in position on the table, without any prompting. I saw that his penis was still tied down. I motioned to Jeff to undo it, the last time he would need to do so. Tyrone’s cock flopped flaccidly. I suggested to Jeff that he might like to shave Tyrone’s genitals. (Although most of my clients come shaved, I always want to be sure every hair is out of the way.) Almost eagerly, Jeff agreed. I got the impression that he would have castrated Tyrone himself, if only he’d known how. For the only time I’d seen, Tyrone’s cock became semi-hard as Jeff shaved him. Yes, it was more impressive than I had even imagined. I told Jeff I couldn’t work on it like that. He said just to wait for it to subside. Tyrone seemed embarrassed to be losing control, and became a little nervous. I would loved to have helped him get off, for the last time in his life, but I knew Jeff would not allow it.

Jeff was very interested in everything, and we became quite chatty as I prepared my instruments, wiped down Tyrone, determined where to cut, and injected the anesthetic. I explained that Tyrone might start getting hot flashes in a few weeks, as his hormone levels drop. They could go on for a year or two. Indeed, some of my men can’t stand it and start using hormone patches or creams. Dave tried that for a while, but finally decided it rather defeated the purpose for being castrated. "After all," he said, "men have been getting castrated since the dawn of time and never had hormones. I can do it, too." He said quitting was rough, but after a year he got on a much more even keel, and is now happier for it. "I’m really a eunuch now," he says proudly.

Jeff said, "I don’t mind if Tyrone gets all hot and sweaty. I love it when he works out and I can fuck his hot sweaty hole." Tyrone looked pleased. "I know just how I can take his mind off his sweats." I thought he well could, and it might even be fun for Tyrone.

I also learned a little more about Jeff and Tyrone. Jeff said that he hated being treated like a pansy, but he knew his looks were against him. "Every time I’d go out, guys would hit on me, wanting just one thing, to get their pricks up my asshole." He was right; I’d have wanted the same if I had met him, but I haven’t needed to pickup cute guys since I began doing castrations. I’ve had lots of sex, all with men I had castrated, or was about to castrate. I couldn’t now imagine wanting sex with anyone else. "Anyway," Jeff continued, "I’ve had no problems since I met Tyrone. Nobody messes with me. Maybe they think I’m the one getting fucked, but they’re all wrong." This made him laugh.

He then went on about Tyrone. "He had the opposite problem. Everyone thinks he should be this great strong he-man. All Tyrone wants, however, is to get fucked, but no one takes him seriously. They see that thing," and he pointed at Tyrone’s cock, "and they immediately think he wants to fuck them. He doesn't, and now it'll be obvious to everyone. Tyrone is a man, but he wishes never to do the manly thing." It was all making sense.

I was ready to begin when Tyrone indicated he could feel nothing. Jeff sat near his head, held his hand and tenderly rubbed his forehead. Tyrone smiled and nodded approval. I began by inserting a narrow stainless-steel tube all the way down his penis to his bladder; this would hold everything in place while I worked. Also, when I would slip his severed penis up off it, it would keep his urethra in a fixed and stable position. As with Dave, I started cutting around the surface, all the way around his whole genital package, but leaving enough loose skin that Tyrone could be smoothly, but tightly, stitched closed. I slowly worked inward, tying off arteries, veins, ligaments and spermducts. I cut down well into his penis. Most people don’t realize that, at least, a third of its length is hidden under the scrotum and back between the legs; severing its suspensory ligaments frees more of it to come forward. I try to take away enough that the client never again need feel the annoying sensation of an erection, but not so much that he becomes incontinent. I wanted Tyrone to enjoy a comfortable new life. Finally, I reached his urethra. I sliced it at the length where his new piss-slit would be, then pulled his cockhead to slide everything up and off the tube. Tyrone’s entire massive genital array – penis, scrotum and balls, in one piece – plopped into my specimen tray when I released my pinch on his cockhead. It was very satisfying to hear it land in my tray. Both Jeff and Tyrone smiled happily; Jeff even uttered a small cheer. I repositioned the new end of his urethra directly between his legs and replaced the tube with a proper catheter, so he can urinate while healing.

I laid the tray aside and began stitching Tyrone up. I had to pull the skin flaps to the center of his wound, and sew them together. I also put a few stitches around the end of his reduced urethra, so it would stay put and end properly with his new crotch surface. I cleaned and bandaged the area, and let him lie quietly for a few minutes.

Jeff was still chatty, and told me how funny he thought it was that, if anyone knew one of them had been castrated, they would all think it was he. "I bet the guy who set up our appointment with you thought I was going to get it. Won’t he be surprised when we offer to show him the results, and Tyrone drops his pants. If I could only see the expression on his face. It’s going to be a hoot, everyone thinking I’m with this big strong he-man, who isn’t even a man." He continued, "Anyway, Tyrone loves to workout. I like him trim, but not starting to look like a bodybuilder. He gets that way, a bit, when he works too hard." I mentioned that he probably could now workout more without becoming too muscled. His reduced hormones would retard muscle formation, and working out might help with his hot flashes. Jeff said, "A bonus I hadn’t thought of." I felt like telling him not to worry, the operation will not affect his nice soft fuckhole; he’ll likely become even more receptive to your penetrations.

We were done, and I needed to tidy up. I asked Jeff to put Tyrone to bed and sit with him a while. Tyrone got up carefully, and gingerly walked out, followed by Jeff. I’m sure that a while later I heard Jeff fucking Tyrone on the bed. They must have found a comfortable position to do it in.

Now, I had a task I’d been looking forward to all week. I lifted Tyrone's genital array from the tray, cleaned and trimmed it, and sewed up its loose edges. I held it; it was the heaviest set I had yet encountered. I put it in a refrigerator; I wanted to show it to Dave before I put it away in its jar. It was the finest thing I had ever seen.

Jeff and Tyrone stayed overnight. I fixed a light dinner; they were tired, but not very hungry. They retired early, and slept together in my bed; I used the couch. I heard Jeff and Tyrone going at it several times during the night. We had breakfast the next morning; everyone was hungrier. I checked and redressed Tyrone’s wound; all was well. Jeff said that it was weird seeing Tyrone piss out of a small tube. I mentioned that eunuchs often use them, when they stand to urinate, but can go without one by sitting. They got ready to leave early Sunday afternoon. I suggested that they return in two weeks so I could remove the stitches and tube, and check everything. They came back, although it’s a long drive.

When they had left, I couldn’t wait to call Dave over. I fucked him immediately, of course, and he then said that I must have had an unusually interesting case. I told him all about Jeff and Tyrone, and showed him Tyrone’s genitals. He couldn’t believe the size or weight, and agreed that they were the finest he had ever seen. "A pity, though," he said, "I’d like to have gotten fucked by that a few times before you got at it." I put the array in its jar. It’s still the pride of my collection; I have yet to encounter another like it, though I hope I shall.

Jeff and I exchange Christmas cards every year. He reports that Tyrone is doing fine and is very satisfied with his new state. He exercises a lot and keeps good muscle tone, but is not overbuilt. He gets occasional hot flashes but, Jeff writes, "I make him forget about them. In fact, he doesn’t have them often enough for me." It seems Jeff is very happy with the new Tyrone, too. That makes me feel really good.