I gently squeezed my sack. Nothing. No pain, no feeling at all. The skin felt cold.

I picked up the phone and called Mike, describing the condition of my body. My balls had been banded for almost 10 hours now.

"Babe, I've got good news," he said.

"You're a eunuch now."

I felt my face flush as a wave of emotion swept over me: excitement, anticipation, nervousness. But no fear or regret. I knew, deep down, that this is what I wanted to have happen.

Mike told me to take it easy for the rest of the day. "Sometime in the early evening, you should drive yourself over to the hospital. By then you'll have been banded for 24 hours, and there's no way they can do anything but remove your balls."

I didn't want to go to the hospital, but Mike convinced me that it was safer than just waiting for my balls and sack to whither away and fall off.

"Thank you, Mike. You really helped me through this. I don't know if I would've gone through with it without you."

"Babe, I'm so glad I was there to help you," he said. "I knew all along that this was your destiny. It's a beautiful thing what you've done."

Going to the hospital wasn't much fun. As Mike said, my balls were beyond saving, so the doctors finished the castration by extracting my testicles. I insisted they amputate my scrotum too; i wanted a nice clean, smooth look down there.

They held me for observation, but the psychologist eventually released me because I seemed pretty sane. Other than castrating myself, I was just as normal as any other guy.

I went on a very low dose of hormone replacement. I didn't want to grow breasts, but I also wanted my body to undergo some of the changes that eunuchs experience.

Six months now have passed since my castration. I love standing in front of my mirror and admiring my new body.

I've lost some muscle mass in my chest, arms and legs, but now I have a leaner build, more like a swimmer than before.

My body is almost completely hairless. I use a razor to trim the areas where hair still grows, but since my castration my hair comes in much finer.

I love touching my crotch now. My penis is so small and soft. Since losing my nuts, my cock has shrunk to half its flaccid size. I like lifting it up to see the scar underneath, and trace my finger along where my sack used to be.

I continued getting erections for a few months after my castration. I jacked off for awhile, and my cum was clearer and more watery. I gave that up because it took so long to get myself hard.

But even though my sexual appetite has diminished, it hasn't disappeared entirely. I was surprised how popular I became! A lot of men get really turned on having sex with a eunuch! A lot of them have their own fantasies about being castrated, too.

I love sucking guys, but my favorite activity is going on my hands and knees while they fuck my ass. Guys really get off touching my empty crotch while fucking me. I don't get hard anymore, but I love the feeling of a man's cock rubbing against my prostate.

After we finish fucking, lying there cuddling, some guys ask me if they think they should be castrated. I always tell them that it's a question only they can answer, but that I'm really happy being a eunuch, and not to be afraid of doing it if that's what they truly want.

As for me, I love my new body. I wouldn't take my balls back for anything.