The first part of my story ended like this. Of course I suggest to you to read the first part before reading this part.

I must warn you that English is not my native language, so I hope you will forgive my poor use of the language.

He kept holding me tight, whispering in my ear he wanted me to become his sissy for real. But in order to become his sissy, he wanted to remove my tiny boy’s balls. That remark hit me like a hammer. What did he mean? How could he remove my balls? Why on earth would he want to do that?

I was trying to make up my mind about what he had just said to me… How on earth could I live with him. What would my parents say? I told him about this problem and he said we would have to think about that problem. I gave it a thought and considered the situation my parents were in. My dad lost his job and mom was ill most of the time. They were very poor. They often told me they had not enough money to support me. I told this to Eric and he contemplated for a while. He said if I thought my parents would accept him offering me a job – together with schooling - where I could live in with him. I was sure they would love that idea and maybe even more the saving it would mean for them. He told me we would have to take care of this as soon as possible because he wanted me to live with him at once. He told me to call my parents and tell them the story we made up and ask for permission to start the job today. I called and got my dad on the phone. He seemed relieved that I finally was no longer a debit for him. I said that I would get my things tomorrow.

Eric told me we had to have a talk. Living with him was one thing.. but he said.. he wasn’t looking for an ordinary boy. His biggest fantasy in life was a great looking sissy. And he was sure I could be one. I wasn’t sure about what a sissy was, nor did I understand what all this talking about removing of balls exactly meant so when he asked me if I would agree to become his sissy I just replied: “Yes… please”.

He looked so happy when I had said this that I was hesitant to ask him more about all this. I believed that gay men often called their young lovers sissies. We had a very nice but quiet dinner. When we finished he said we would go to bed early to have a good nights rest. Tomorrow morning he would take me out shopping for some great clothes.

We woke up early and had a lovely breakfast. He sent me off to my parents to get some personal things (no clothes) and to let my dad sign a contract Eric apparently made up during the night. I didn’t read it because it all looked very complicated and filled with lawyers words. My dad didn’t read it either and he gave it back to me and saw me leave.

Eric was waiting in the car outside. I got in and kissed him. He said he had an appointment for me with the coiffeur to make my hair more girlish. I thought my hair was good enough as it was but I didn’t argue about it. The coiffeur a very convincing gay man worked on my hair and eyebrows for a while and when I looked in the mirror I really looked like a girl then.

We got in the car again and he drove to a shop where they sell young teenage girls clothes. I felt terribly embarrassed going in there. That got even worse when he asked the shop lady to help us find some nice girls clothes for me. The lady looked at me, apparently puzzled and Eric told her that I was his son and that I was a sissy. She smiled and got me the loveliest clothes. I tried them on and they looked so lovely. No one could ever tell that I wasn’t a real girl. We got lots of shoes.. clothes, underwear (very sexy stuff) and more girls things. I gradually found out that he would want me to be a complete girl for him.

We went home again and he dressed me for dinner. He said:

“Boy….we have to have a serious talk, so I can be sure that you understand all that I tell you. Sit at the table”.

He gave me a glass of wine and said:

“By now you must have found out that I want you to live with me as a girl. You understand that?”

I nodded and told him that I didn’t really mind about being dressed as a girl as long as boys at school wouldn’t notice. He smiled and told me that I wouldn’t have to go back to school, so that would not be a problem at all. Then he put his hand on mine and told me to listen very very carefully. There was another part of our deal that went a little further then just dressing as a girl. I looked at him showing I didn’t really understand what he meant. He looked very loving at me and asked me to drop my pants. So I did. With my pants and string on my feet, he leaned over to me and touched my tiny balls. He said that I was exactly what he wanted. A boy that looked about three years younger then my real age and only in the very beginning of puberty. SO there was still time. I didn’t know what he meant by that, but my tiny dick got hard because of him fondling my balls .

He looked me straight in my eyes and said:

“ Listen boy… The next part of the deal is your castration. I already told you that, but I was nog sure you understood what I meant with that. It means that I want your little balls removed, cut off....Do you understand what I mean?”

I looked at him.. startled.. and asked him how that would be possible. He took me to his study and started his computer and showed me lots of pics of castrated boys and men. I didn’t look bad to me at all, but he said there was more to it. Castration would be irreversible. It would mean I would become a lot more feminine. I would develop boobs, my hair would become more beautiful, my body would stay smooth and hairless and not muscular. I thought that all sounded pretty good. So it nearly led me to say that it was ok for me. He suddenly kissed my lips and he told me he really loved me, but that there was one more thing that he would have to explain. Being without balls would stop the testosterone production in my body. That is what causes a eunuch boy to become more feminine. But it also stops a boy’s sexdrive completely. I looked puzzled, so he explained.

“Listen Julian, I know boys your age think about sex all the time. They jerk off at least 3 times a day. Some boys even do it 5-6 times a day. After castration you loose the interest in doing that. But also your dicky stops getting hard completely and it will shrink a lot. So that means no more jerking for you. No more squirting. Do you understand that?”

His words made me shiver. Thinking about not being able to jerk off was terrible. No more squirting. Woow that sounded bad. I looked down at my dicky.. it was already very small. My god .. would it even shrink more? And no more sexdrive could that be possible? I mean. Iwas thinking about sex all the time now .how could that stop. My head tumbled with thoughts. And how would my balls be removed. I decided to ask him.

He kissed my lips again and told me there were all kinds of ways to castrate a boy, he told me all about the burdizzo, the elastrator, but that he would never use those because they were to risky and dangerous for boys health. He said the only way he would do it was remove the sac and balls with a knife. That thought sent shivers down my spine. I asked him if it would hurt, who would do it and if I would bleed a lot.

He kissed me again and told me he loved me soo much. He said that he could send me to a doctor to do it in a sort of hospital. That doctor would use anaesthetics so I would feel no pain and not too much blood. He could do it himself too loving me a lot when he was doing it, but he wouldn’t be able to use the anaesthetics not being a doctor. He would let me choose. I asked him if it would hurt real bad and he nodded his head and said:

“yes sweety. It would hurt like real hell. So I could never ask of you to let me do it although that would be the best thing in life that ever happened to me. Castrating my own little sissy.”

I saw tears in his eyes and I just knew how much he loved me. I felt so strange about all this. I was never in my life really loved by anyone. And now this man I only knew for such a short time loved me. How could I prove him that I loved him too?

Looking at his face a thought filled my mind. I would ask him to cut of my balls as a proof of my sincere love for him. So I told him. That started him to cry for real. He hugged me, kissed me all over and called me his little darling. He said it would have to be done soon. If I would decide to let him cut me, I would become the heir to his fortune. I didn’t relly mind about that, but I was glad I could please him. There was still one thing on my mind that I had to ask.

I asked him if my parents wouldn’t be able to cause any problems? He told me that that was all taken care of. By signing the contract my dad gave him full authority over me. He asked if it was ok for me to have it done the next day. I blushed but told him it was ok. He blushed too and asked me if I would want to have some orgasms before it was done, or maybe even try to fuck. I told him I could try to jerk off a few times but that I wasn’t really interested in fucking. He said that he would like to collect my sperm so it could be frozen in. Later if I wanted kids we could probably find a girl that could carry my baby then. I agreed and he said that for doing that a sort of milking machine would be best. We went to a room next to his study. There was a machine there that looked a bit like the machine they use on cows for milking. He told me to lie down on a bed naked. He connected the machine to my dicky and it started milking. it felt sooooo good. My first orgasm was there within minutes and the next one followed soon, so I thought he would stop.

But he kept caressing my hair and the machine continued so I soon had my third and fourth orgasm. They hardly felt good then. It made my balls ache. It felt like my sperm was coming down from my toes, but the machine kept working so I had my 5th and 6th orgasm. It started to hurt real bad now and I begged him to stop. He kissed my cheeks and said that he had to drain my balls real good for cutting and that he would have to store a good amount of sperm in the freezer. He told me I could cry if I felt like it.. so I did. Him still kissing my now wet cheeks. After a long time and after my 12th orgasm that was completely dry he stopped the machine. I nearly fainted then.

He gave me a bath later. My balls ached soo badly. I was wondering if they would hurt more the next day when he would cut them. he was kissing me all over and then he offered me his cock to suck on.. I loved doing that .such a lovely big warm piece of meat. I tasted his huge load of hot sperm.

I was sure I couldn’t sleep that night .

To be continued.