Regret Part 2

He learned that it was still possible to orgasm, but not without a lot of effort. Jeremy would insert a vibrator into his asshole, and attach clips to his nipples. Then by rubbing the stump and squeezing his balls, he could ejaculate. But where once his semen would shoot several feet, now it dribbled out of the tip of the stump. And instead of a powerful surge of pleasure, his orgasm now was weak. Most of the feeling came from deep inside, from his prostate.

Jeremy would look at the glass jar where his cock now floated in alcohol. The once-proud organ had shriveled considerably, and now was just a little larger than his stump. He felt a growing sense of regret at his decision to take his penis away from his body.

At first, sex with Chris was good, even without a cock. Jeremy enjoyed the stimulation from Chris’s cock, buried deep inside his hole. Chris was surprised when a pool of cum formed under Jeremy, since he assumed Jeremy couldn’t cum any more.

But over time, he could sense that Chris was losing interest in sex with him. Chris felt awkward about Jeremy’s amputation, even joking once that he missed sucking his cock. Chris began finding excuses not to have sex with Jeremy, and Jeremy guessed that he was fucking other men.

Jeremy’s obsession with having a penectomy had finally been satisfied, but he found that he was now a captive of his sexual urges. Without a penis, sex gave him little pleasure. And he was afraid to approach men for fear of being rejected. Jeremy couldn’t imagine guys wanting to have have sex with someone like him.

On many evenings, Chris wept into his pillow. He wished that he could go back and change what happened to him. Closing his eyes, he could see Chris’ hand holding the knife, and feel the burning pain as the blade tore into his cock. It was a memory he wanted to blot out from his mind, but never could.

Another month passed, and Chris got a phone call from Jeremy. They hadn’t hooked up in several weeks, but Jeremy begged Chris to come over that night, and he reluctantly agreed.

As Chris drove to Jeremy’s house, he made up his mind that he didn’t want to have sex with Jeremy again. This night, he would tell Chris about his decision.

Jeremy opened the door wearing only a pair of shorts. Chris admired his smooth teenaged body, and the small nipples that always became erect when Chris fucked him. For an instant he had second thoughts about his decision, but quickly put those aside.

Jeremy brought Chris into his bedroom and locked the door. “My folks are away, so we won’t be bothered,” he said.

Before Chris could say anything, Jeremy pulled down his shorts. Under the stump, Chris saw a pair of tightly-bound balls. A pair of green bands had squeezed the testes into a sack that was turning a dark purple.

“What’s up with this?” asked Chris, palming the sack in his hand. He thought Jeremy’s balls felt cold.

“I made another decision,” Jeremy said. “And I need your help again. I want to be castrated.”

Chris was shocked. “You mean you want to lose everything?”

“Yes, I want to be nullified,” Jeremy nodded. “I’d rather have that than to just keep my balls.”

Jeremy sat naked on the edge of the bed and explained his decision. Without a cock, Jeremy no longer enjoyed sex, but his balls were making him frustrated. Losing his balls would make his sex drive go away.

“I bought something called an elastrator. About half an hour before you got here, I put these two bands on my sack. They’ve been killing my balls and now they’re almost dead,” he told Chris.

Jeremy got the jar from the closet. “I want you to cut out my balls and put them in here, with my cock,” he said.

Chris was stunned. It had been difficult to cut his friend’s penis off, but now he was being asked to completely emasculate him. Jeremy would become a total eunuch, a nullo.

“I can’t do it,” he said. “Look how miserable you are without a cock. If you lost your balls too, you’d be even more unhappy.”

“No, you’re wrong,” said Jeremy. “My sex drive is making me miserable. Yeah, I’d like to have my cock back, but nothing can make that happen. My balls are probably dead already by now. The only choice is to go all the way. And I need your help for that.”

Chris watched as Jeremy picked up the same knife he had used to cut off his cock. “It’s really easy. I can tell you what to do. Please, Chris. You’re my only hope. I don’t know if I can do it myself.”

Seeing the tears in his friend’s eyes, Chris gave in. Jeremy hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you,” he whispered in his ear.

Once more, Jeremy put the shower curtain on the floor, and stacked up towels on the bed. He lay down on the bed, his legs spread wide. Jeremy’s balls dangled over the edge, awaiting their fate.

Chris cut the elastrator bands, and the sack quickly expanded. As the normal color slowly returned, Jeremy instructed Chris on what to do. Then he lay back and gripped the sheets, waiting for the first cut.

Chris put the point of the blade at the center of the scrotum and jabbed it into the loose flesh. Jeremy’s body jerked as the pain erupted in his crotch. But he didn’t cry out, for fear it would force Chris to stop.

The blade slid down the sack, parting the flesh between the two testes. Chris dabbed with a towel to soak up the blood that oozed out. Jeremy was trembling, and tears trickled down his cheek.

Chris located the left ball, and pulled it out of the sack. He tied a string around the stalk, and then in a sawing motion separated the teste from Jeremy’s body. Jeremy looked down and saw the bloody lump resting on a towel. Now, only one small organ remained before Jeremy become a complete nullo.

It took Chris a little longer to extract the right ball from the sack, almost as if it was trying to escape its fate. But now it dangled on its stalk, and Chris positioned the knife against the stalk. “Here goes. You ready?” he asked. Jeremy nodded, his eyes shut tight.

With a pair of slashes, it was done. Chris dropped the second ball onto the towel, and began sewing the scrotum closed.

As Jeremy hoped, his sex drive diminished rapidly. Within a few weeks, he healed from the castration. Now, only a tiny stump and a shriveled scrotum remained of his masculinity.

Now and then, Jeremy would gaze into the jar, looking at the penis and testes that used to be his. But now his regret was gone.

For the first time in his life, Jeremy felt complete.