My panic grew more intense with each throbbing pain in my balls, belly and back. It was 30 minutes now since I slipped the band around my sack. A whole half hour in which my balls had been starved of blood.

I ran into the kitchen and pulled a small pair of scissors out of the drawer. But by this time, the band had dug deep into the skin, so I couldn't get the blade under the band!

"Mike! What the fuck should I do?" I screamed into the phone. "I can't get the band off!"

"Okay, relax," he said in a calm voice. "It's only been a half hour, so there hasn't been any permanent damage. I want you to take a couple of deep breaths and calm down."

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply. It helped get my emotions under control. My sense of panic subsided, even if the pain didn't.

"Tell me what your sack looks like now," Mike said.

"It's practically purple," I said.

"Is the pain getting worse?"

"No, it's about the same."

"That's a good sign," Mike said. "I think the worst is behind you."

"What the fuck are you talking about?" I yelled into the phone. "I have to get this band off before it kills my balls."

Mike waited a few seconds before answering.

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

Mike's statement stunned me. Because deep down, I knew he was getting at the truth.

"Listen, babe," he continued. "Maybe you didn't forget to put those clippers on your table. Maybe subconciously, you didn't want to be able to cut the band."

My head was spinning. Could he be right? Did I deliberately do this because I wanted to be castrated?

I slumped onto the bed and began to cry.

"Mike, I don't know what to do. Maybe I should go to the hospital and get this band cut off."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line.

"No, I don't think you should do that," Mike said. "I think you should get a drink to relax yourself, and then lie down on your bed."

With a shaking hand, I poured myself a glass of vodka and lay down. Looking down at my captive balls, I noticed something else that surprised me:

My cock was getting hard again.

"Are you feeling better now, babe?"

"Yeah, a little," I said. "The pain seems a little better, especially in my balls."

"Great. I figured they would start getting numb soon. You've been banded almost 40 minutes now."

"If I cut the band off now, would my balls be okay?"

"Probably. I don't think you've damaged them at this point. I've left bands on for an hour without a problem. After that, it could start causing damage," Mike said.

"But we have to talk about what you want to do, babe. What you need to do."

His words bored into my brain. I was confronting a truth now that I'd been avoiding for a long time.

"I think you've met your destiny, babe. I think you're exactly where you need to be. It wasn't a mistake to forget those clippers. You knew what you wanted to do. What you needed to do.

"Your destiny is to become a eunuch, babe."

The tears began to flow again, because I knew he was right. All those hours jerking off in front of the Eunuch Archive, all those hours with straps around my nuts, fantasizing about losing my manhood. This moment is what it all led to.

My cock was rigid again. Almost like it knew better than me what I wanted.

I took another sip of the vodka. The drink was making me even more lightheaded.

"I want to picture yourself the way you'll look in few months," Mike said in a soothing voice.

"Your body will be smooth, hairless. You'll still have those lean muscles."

I began stroking my cock again.

"Imagine what you'll see between your legs, babe. No more sack dangling there. All nice and smooth."

Mike's words were turning me on something crazy! He knew exactly what to say to keep my going.

"And your cock...nice and small. It will be soft, babe. Soft all the time. Isn't that what you want?"

"Yes," I answered softly.

"You don't have to do anything more to get that body, babe. You've already done it. You just need to stay relaxed, and wait."

The glass of vodka was empty now, and I filled it again.

"So many guys will envy you. They'll remain trapped, prisoners of their balls. Not like you. They'll see you in the shower and wish they could have perfect bodies, the same as you."

Pre-cum was flowing from my slit. My cock was almost as red as my sack now.

"It's been 50 minutes now, babe. Are you starting to feel better about your decision?"

"Yes," I said, taking another sip of vodka. "I know I am."

I was jacking my cock frantically now. I started pinching my nipples, which always set me off. The fear, pleasure and pain was merging into the most mind-blowing experience of my life.

"Oh FUCK!" I shouted. My cum splattered on my chest, covering a nipple. I scooped it up and licked my fingers, eager to taste my last ejaculation as a complete man.

"That sounded like a lovely orgasm," Mike chuckled.

"God yes!" I laughed. "The best ever."

"Good. Now, I want you to finish your drink, and then go to sleep. And when you wake up, I want you to call me."

"Yes. I will, Mike. Thank you so much."

"Good night, babe. Talk to you in the morning."

As I reached over to turn off the light, the last thing I saw was my purple sack and my soft, dripping cock.

(To be continued)