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Kevin and i had been friends for over ten years. He was two years younger than me and we long ago discovered, in that 'teenage exploration' way that we had a mutual interest...each other.
Our teenage fumbling days long over, we'd been living together in a flat for a year. I soon discovered that the relationship had changed, as Kevin's much more dominent personality took charge and I became more like his servant than an equal. One night, as I was on all fours, doggie-style, receiving Kevin's thick cock deeply inside my painfully tight rear, he announced that he'd had a thought. Without waiting to explode inside me, he withdrew and ordered me to stand up straight. I did so and his eyes once again scornfully took in my limp little 2" cock and tiny balls. "It's no wonder I never now let you have sex with me!" he laughed. "How could I everlet THAT little 'thing' inside me? I have my pride!". I nodded, silent and ashamed. "Anyhow, your cock is no use for anything except weeing out of - and there's no need for you to have a cock to do that, strictly speaking". He told me that he'd arrange a visit from a lady friend he knew to have me 'docked'. On the day itself, Sandra was ushered into the living room to see me standing naked and humiliated. I'd always had difficulty gaining an erection and it was hardly noticeable, anyway - just a mere half inch being added to my two inches. Naturally, I was hanging limp when she looked at me. "My! You are pathetically tiny, aren't you? I'm surprised Kevin could even see your 'bits'!" It seemed like a huge joke to the two of them. I remained silent. "Well, we'll soon have that little 'mistake' removed!" she continued, reaching inside her bag for what seemed to be piano wire. She tied this around my scrotum and cock-base, pulling it hard, so it cut into my genitals. I gasped with pain. "Don't worry, Adrian! Soon all be off now!". To my alarm she reached again into her bag and drew out a large knife... My moving from Maleness to Eunuchood was swift. Sandra cupped my balls in her left hand, positioned the deadly knife behind and, with one swift upward stroke, my tiny manhood was amputated and resting in her left hand! Sandra staunched the wound in my groin, which was left flush - not even a trace of a penis stump. Just some sealed ends an a urine hole to pee out of. She washed my 'bits' under the tap and gave them to Kevin... That was a month ago and he still has my bits in a preserving jar. I miss seeing my mauve cock-end peeking out of my overlong foreskin; miss the way my 'toggle' used to jiggle about as I ran; miss seeing SOMETHING 'down there'. Now I am as smooth-lined as sexless as a child's doll. Which is the way Kevin likes it. Now I can only receive, with no chance of instigating anything. Now I am not even a man, but a eunuch. Kevin delights in telling all our friends that I'm a eunuch and that I should be referred to as 'it', not 'he'. He's even threatening to humiliate me furtherby taking me to badminton with him. This is because there are communal showers afterwards and all the 'real' men would inevitably be very curious about my utter lack of male appendages and my inevitably-growing breasts. It is very humiliating indeed but Kevin is in charge and it is right.
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