This went on for several months. Each time I used the decapitator, the bolder I got. I got so daring that I’d push the handle down slowly, compressing my penis and balls in the jaws of those v-shaped blades. Most of the time it would cause my penis and scrotum to bleed, once it cut my penis so bad that it bled like crazy, I actually had to wrap my penis in some gauze for a few days, but I wouldn’t leave the decapitator alone, or was it the other way around. It seemed to draw me towards it, some nights I’d wake up and just look at sitting there, and once I swore it called me, but after waking up, I convinced myself that it was a dream. After about three months my desire to really cut off my penis and balls with this contraption got the best of me. I went to the local Farm Store and bought an elastrator, as soon as I got home I shaved all my genital hair off and slipped two bands over my balls. I sat there like that for a long time, remembering all that I had read about castration. Remembering the danger signs and warning, but I just had to do it, I couldn’t get the desire out of my mind and after sitting there getting more and more anxious, with my heart beating louder and louder with every minute, I slowly began to pull the handle down. The pain grew worse and worse, and just when I was about to back out, I jerked it down and heard a slight thud. I had done it! I pulled myself upright and looked down at my crotch. My balls and scrotum were gone, only two little bands and some excess scrotal skin remained. The scrotum had the sign of a perfect cut, the skin flared out due to the tightness of the bands. I was a eunuch! Finally! I had completed the first stage of my desire. I was ecstatic! I picked up my scrotum that laid in the little plastic bowl and as I lifted it, my testicles fell out. I immediately grabbed them, threw them in the toilet and flushed. Waving as they swirled down the hole, never to be seen again! Eventually, after drinking a few beers, I drove myself to the ER and of course, the attending doctor, was female. I filled out the preliminary paperwork stating that I had a bad cold, but once she started talking to me I told her that I had been drinking and passed out and that an ex-girlfriend, who wanted to kill me for breaking up with her for another women, castrated me. The doctor was shocked and asked me to take off my pants. She called in the nurse and explained the situation, with me exposed for her to see. She told her to call the urologist on call and the police. When the police came I told them that I deserved it for what I had done to her. They thought I was too soft and wanted me to press charges, but I never gave them a name and so they left. The urologist came and spent about two hours fixing me up. He said he had to tie up the cords and was sorry that he had to remove most of what was left of my scrotum. I was actually elated that it was gone. I stayed in the hospital for two days and was discharged. Everything worked out great and I was given some testosterone gel to use in order to stay sexual. I probably shouldn’t have used it, because I wasn’t finished with my modifications. After about three or four months I started to think about cutting my penis off, though I really didn’t think I’d have the nerve to actually do it.

But one night I got out the decapitator and elastrator and pushed two bands over my penis, down to the base. Then I placed my penis in the decapitator and started masturbating. The bands hurt, but the extra excitement caused me to shoot my load in less than a minute. Standing there with my penis in the decapitator, masturbating at the thought of cutting it off was an amazing turn on. I knew that just a quick and sudden push and my penis would be removed from my body forever. What a rush! I had trouble cutting the bands off, but finally I got them off and the trapped jism spurted out. It was getting so that I was having premature ejaculations whenever I just thought about using that machine. After that I watched some T.V. and fell asleep on the couch. Sometime in the early morning some cats shrieked outside and woke me up. It was 2am. I went upstairs and there were my toys, waiting for me to use them. Still groggy, but loving the thought of putting my penis in the decapitator again, I banded my penis twice as before and slipped it into the square little hole with the super sharp blades. I stood there and slowly started to masturbate, I put my right up on the wall to hold myself up as I took in the pleasurable feelings. Soon I felt myself building up to a powerful orgasm and as it sometimes happens with powerful orgasms, they can make you double over, which is what this one did. At the first initial spasm, it doubled me over in pleasure causing my hand to slip from the wall and trying to catch myself I accidentally grabbed the lever, slamming it down. For an instant, I didn’t even realize what I had done, the orgasm wasn’t completely over and my eyes were closed. Gaining composure, I stood up straight and opened my eyes. I felt some pain and looking down saw that I was dickless. I had no penis, I glanced behind the decapitator and there it was, my penis! It was lying sideways on the stand with blood splattered on it. Finally it hit, I had cut off my penis! I didn’t know what to do, I was feeling excited, sad, scared, and numb all at the same time. I looked down again at my crotch. Fortunately the two little bands were holding everything in place, I had cut my penis off in just the right place and the sight of it was incredible.

There it was, I touched it and then I picked it up. There was no feeling, no life, and the since there was no band to hold in the blood, it was drained completely. I put it to my lips and kissed it, strange, yeah, I no, but I felt compelled to do it. Then I turned it around. You could see how cleanly the decapitator had sliced through it, it was so incredibly sharp. Then, looking at my stump, I reached down and pushed back the little bit of skin from the half inch piece of cock that stuck out. A little blood hung on the end and dripped off ever so slowly. After several minutes I realized that I had to get to the ER, but what of my penis? If the cops were notified, they might come searching for it? I decided to freeze it. I found a freezer bag, rolled it up in some paper towels and shoved it into the freezer. Then I went to the ER. The doctors asked me what happened and just told them the truth. I didn’t care and I was glad my dick was gone. The urologist made a new pee hole and after a few days put me in the psych ward. I stayed in the psych ward for three weeks, then they let me go because I think they thought, “What else can he do? There’s nothing left to cut off?” After I got home, I took out my frozen penis. It looked small and shriveled. I thawed it out and put it in a jar with some vinegar, I thought if I pickled it I could preserve it forever. Well, that was six months ago and now I’m a happy and contented complete nullo. Anyone want a used decapitator? I’m selling it cheap!