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Like many people, my Aunt wasn't really an 'Aunt'. In reality, she was a near neighbour, who'd long been friendly with my Mother. As widows, they had a lot in common.
So it was that one summer, aged 17 but with a very timid nature, I found myself being shipped off to live with my @Aunt' for six weeks, as Mum was working in France. Why I couldn't simply be left to live alone in our own house a few streets away, I never knew but I was too quiet to asrgue or protest. It had been made quite clear by Mum that Auntie Joan was to be in complete control of me and that she would be my 'Mother' for the time I was with her. "She has many different ways of doing things" Mum said "but no matter what you think, you will obey her - I've given Joan carte blanche to do whatsoever she sees fit". And didn't I find out! The first day, she told me that I'd always be treated as a child and a 'little boy' while I was in her house: she didn't believe in regarding teenagers as adults. To this end, bathtime was 6 o'clock sharp every night - and she'd be bathing me! When the time came, I stood, naked and embarrassed by the side of the bath as my ertswhile Mother tested the temperature of the six inches of water. Then she turned to me. I reddened as she took in my hairless body, tiny 2" cock and marble-sized balls. In addition, Mother Nature had seen fit to play the supreme joke of endowing on my top half what She'd denied me on my lower body, thus I had a pair of what could only be regarded as torpedo-head shaped, jiggling 38" breasts. "I don't like boys indulging in filthy habits such as masturbating" my Aunt informed me. "So I'm going to have you castrated, Adrian. Don't look at me like that! I'm not just going to have your balls removed but your tiny little 'toy soldier' too! You'll look so much better without all that nonsense between your legs! Besides, it'll prevent you playing with yourself and me having to launder any stained sheets". I was understandably both dumbstruck and stricken with horror. Then the day arrived. I was already nude, in the living room and Auntie Joan showed the man in without a murmur, as if such a meeting was an everyday occurence. "Ah, so you're the boy who's going to be docked, eh?". How I hated his jolly manner! I mumbled something in reply. "Well, I can see it won't take long..." The steel ligature was positioned over the top of my cock and behind my ball sac. "This won't take long". A tightening and - to my horror and astonishment - the razor-sharp banding sliced cleanly through, cutting my balls, scrotum and cock clean off. There was surprisingly little blood, which was soon staunched. "There! Much better!" smirked my castrator. He washed my severed genitals clean and handed them to my Aunt, who intended to preserve them. I was left with just a neat little hole to pee out of. "It'll take a few days for you to adjust to urinating straight outwards but otherwise you'll be fine" added the castrator, as he and my Aunt disappeared into the front room to settle the bill. So there I was, 17 years old and doomed to remain a virgin forever. I wasn't even male anymore. I was a eunuch.
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