The elastrator was resting on my nightstand, a reminder of the most intense sexual experience of my life. I started stroking my cock again as I looked over at the silver instrument, turned on as I remembered the sensation of having a tight green band choking my balls. There had been pretty intense by the end. But also the most amazing excitement and pleasure. I was hooked; I knew I would band myself again.

It was hard to concentrate at work that day. All I could think of was getting home and banding my balls. A few times I had to stay in my chair because I didn't want anyone to see my cock bulging in my pants. Finally, I couldn't stand it anymore. I went into the men's room, locked myself in a stall, and beat off while imagining myself banded. I closed my eyes and squeezed my sack with my left hand, jacking my cock with my right. The harder I squeezed my nuts, the harder my cock got. It was all I could do not to scream when I shot my wad on the door of the stall.

When I got back to my desk, I called Mike to tell him about my first banding experience.

"I'm proud of you," he said. "Ten minutes isn't bad for a first time. But tonight I want you to double that."

"Twenty minutes?? I don't know if I can," I said. "I was hurting pretty bad at the end."

"Don't worry, I'll talk you through it," Mike said.

My cock started swelling in my pants again.

As soon as I got home from work, my clothes were off. I couldn't wait to get started. Since my balls were already shaved, I skipped that step and rubbed KY jelly into my sack. My balls were already hanging low, waiting for the band.

It took some pushing and twisting to get my first ball through the band, but it finally popped through. A few seconds later, the other one joined it. A couple of clicks later, the band was snug around my sack.

Mike made me promise that I'd call him as soon as I finished banding, so I did.

"Great! How are you feeling?"

"Okay, I guess. My balls are starting to ache, and it's spreading into my abdomen," I answered. "And oh yeah, my cock is hard as a rock!"

"Fine," Mike laughed. "Now go into the bathroom and start the water in the tub. I want you to make it as hot as you can stand. And keep your hands off your cock!"

I did as he said. As I waited for the water to fill the tub, I looked in the mirror. It was so hot to see myself naked, with my shaved pubes, and my balls a bright red. The little green band was doing it's work, slowly strangling my jewels. My dick was bouncing up and down, as hard as I'd ever seen it.

"Mike, I'm starting to hurt pretty bad," I moaned into the phone. "The pain is spreading to my back. I think I might throw up."

"Get into the water right now," he said. "Even if the tub isn't filled up yet."

About 10 minutes had passed since banding. The hot water felt good, easing the pain in my back. If it didn't get any worse than this, I could leave the band on for a long time.

"We need to distract you," Mike said. "You can touch your dick now, but I don't want you to jerk off yet. Not until you've been banded at least 20 minutes."

I began lightly stroking my cock, gently massaging the head with my thumb. A drop of pre-cum emerged, and I spread it around with my finger.

"So, tell me when you first got interested in castration," Mike said.

"Well, I guess as far back as I can remember," I answered. "Even when I was a little kid, I used to like to tie strings around my balls."

"That's pretty typical," Mike said. "I used to do some wicked things to my nuts when I was a kid."

"How long has it been since I put on the band, Mike?"

"Almost 15 minutes now. You're doing fine, babe. I'm proud of you."

I began stroking my cock a little faster, trying to take my mind off the ache in my balls, belly and back.

"Do you ever think what it would be like to really be a eunuch?

Mike's question stopped me cold. I had to admit that I had thought about it - a lot. But I never let my mind dwell on it too long. Was I afraid that deep down, I really did want to be castrated.

I began pinching my nipples, heightening my sexual excitement. I was on the verge of cumming.

"Yeah, I have thought about it. Sometimes I think it's something I'd like to have happen. But I'd never have the balls to go through with it," I said, laughing.

"I think you'd be a very attractive eunuch," Mike said. "You have such a slim, smooth body. You'd be even more beautiful without your sack dangling down there."

For some reason, those words shot through my cock like a lightening bolt. My orgasm exploded, shooting jizz all over my chest and belly. I cried out loudly.

It was the most intense orgasm of my life.

"That sounded pretty awesome," Mike said. "It's almost been 25 minutes now since banding started. You can cut off the band now, babe."

My breathing slowed as my orgasm subsided. The pain in my gut was suddenly much more obvious now that sex was no longer on my mind. I reached over to my night table to pick up the clippers and release my balls from their bondage.

The clippers weren't there.

(To be continued)