UNSOLICITED FAVOR

Hitchhiking can sometimes acquire you something you didn't even know 
you needed until afterwards.

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Unsolicited Favor                                                                                                                                                    
Eugene, Gene, Thompson, was a guy that I first met back in January of 
that year, in a bar in Manhattan, Kansas and soon developed a close 
friendship with which lasted for about a year and a half.  He was a 
quiet, very attractive looking guy just a couple of years younger 
than me.  I was just 25 at the time.  He looked a lot younger than he 
really was though, like only in his mid teens.  He had short, light 
brown hair, bright hazel eyes, a clean, clear, smooth complexion and 
well    defined features.  He stood right at 5'10" tall, weighed 
around 140 lbs., and had a slender but athletic build.



I sort of sensed there was something different and unusual or 
mysterious about him right from when I first met him but I would 
never have guessed what it was. It came as a real shock to learn that 
he was a clean cut eunuch.  Everything was gone from down between his 
legs as evidenced by a barely visable, four inch long, slightly 
indented, light pinkish colored vertical scar up the center of his 
crotch.  I could just barely feel two tiny bumps beneath the skin, 
one on each side of his relocated meatus opening, about an inch or so 
apart, the root stumps of the penis he used to have



Whoever had emasculated him had done a very neat job of it, and I 
knew he wasn't one that I had done because I most definitely would 
have remembered doing as good a looker as him.



I was a little surprised when he told me that he really didn't miss 
his ablated sex organs and was in fact sort of glad they were gone. 
Most of the guys that I have met who have undergone some kind of 
permanent modification to their genitals, from just a simple piercing 
all the way to complete removal of everything, including those who 
had it done against their will, have all expressed pretty much the 
same feelings about it afterwards, a sort of 'fate accompli'.



In Gene's case, it was done against his will.  I had him tell me in 
complete detail, just how it came to be done to him and the following 
is his story pretty much as he related it to me.



"It happened almost seven years ago now," he said, "on a Saturday in 
May, to be precise.  It was just a couple of days after my 16th 
birthday and believe me, it is one day I will never ever forget.  I 
was hitchhiking on my way over to a friends house about 30 miles 
away.  I had been standing beside the road flagging for a ride for 
several minutes when these two older guys in an old pickup with a 
camper on the back pulled over and offered me a ride.  I accepted and 
got in and as we rode along we made the usual small talk.  After a 
bit, one of them reached under the seat and pulled out a pint of 
whisky and took a swig, or at least acted like he did, and then he 
offered me the bottle.  I accepted the bottle and took a nice big 
swallow and then handed it on to the driver who likewise pretended to 
take a swig from the way I figured it later.  He then handed the 
bottle back to me for a second swig and after taking it, I handed it 
back to the first guy who again pretended to take a swig before he 
capped it and put it back under the seat.  It wasn't until later on 
that I figured they must have both faked taking a drink and that I 
was the only one who had actually took a drink of the whiskey.  It 
had to have been doctored up with knock-out drops or something like 
that.



Anyway, in a very short time I began to feel real drowsy and that's 
the very last thing I remember until I woke up a few hours later.  I 
have no idea of just how long I was out, but I'm sure it was at least 
a couple of hours.



It hurt to open my eyes when I came to and my head was throbbing like 
the inside of a drum.  It took a minute or so for me to be able to 
focus my eyes and look around.  Right away I saw that I was back 
inside the camper and that I had been stripped completely naked and 
strapped down spreadeagled on my back on top of a bench so that I 
couldn't move. My feet were tied together beneath the bench with the 
end of the bench protruded out between my knees a couple of feet 
holding them spread wide apart.  My wrists were also tied together 
beneath the bench and a large strap was cinched tight around my waist 
and the bench top and there was a big cushion propping up my head and 
shoulders.     



I was just about to yell out for someone when all of a sudden my eyes 
focused on something setting in plain view on the edge of a small 
table beside me which caused me to stop and stare in open-mouthed 
incredibility.  Setting there side by side on the edge of the table 
were three quart sized jars with the one in the middle open and 
empty. It was what was in the other two though that captured my 
attention.  Inside each was a complete set of male sex organs, the 
entire penis, nutsac and both nuts, all looking like they had just 
recently been cut off and put there.  Immediately, in automnatic 
reflex I looked down at my crotch to make sure all of my stuff was 
still there.  I breathed a big sigh of relief when I saw that it 
was , but then I saw that all of my pubic hair had been shaved off 
and I began to get real apprehensive. Obviously they had done it 
while I was unconscious. 



It was right about then that the two guys who had given me the lift 
stepped into view from behind me.  At least they both sounded like 
those two older guys.



"Did you have yourself a nice little nap?" one of them asked as they 
both stepped down towards my feet so I could see them



"We've been waiting patiently for you to wake up," said the 
other, "so we can get on with doing what we have planned for you."



I was just about to say something when suddenly the words froze in my 
throat.  The voices were those of the two guys who had given me the 
lift but the two standing there looking down at me looked totally 
different.  I found myself looking up at two very handsome young 
hunks, both about the same age as me.  They must have been wearing 
disguises when they picked me up.  They wereee both completely naked 
and had magnificent, well defined, athletically muscled bodies, but 
it was what they didn't have that seized my attention.  Down between 
their legs there was nothing, not even any pubic hair, just a long, 
thin, barely visable vertical scar showing where their sex organ 
clusters used to be.  Without being told I knew where the two 
magnificent clusters in those jars had come from.



When they saw that I had taken notice of their altered crotches, they 
each reached a hand down and slowly began to lovingly finger their 
scars.



"It sure does change the way a man looks, doesn't it?" said one of 
them, "to no longer have that worthless, overesteemed cluster hanging 
down from your crotch anymore.  A couple of years ago, a very good, 
close friend of ours who is just a couple of years older than us, did 
us the matchless favor of removing ours.  That's them right there in 
those two jars."                             



"Right up until the very instant he cut them off though," said the 
other, "we both felt just like you do right now. We were absolutely 
certain that there was no way we could possibly live without them or 
even want to for that matter, and we fought for all we were worth to 
keep him from removing them."  



"But, as you can see", said the first,  "he removed them anyway and 
believe it or not, after it was done, we all of a sudden realized 
just how wrong we had been.  Then is when we fully comprehended just 
how much of a favor he had done for us and how much better off we 
were  with them gone."



"Before he cut us," said the other, "we were both ready to kill him 
for doing what we though was going to ruin us for life, but 
afterwards, when we finally realized just how much of a benefaction 
he had done, we couldn't begin to thank him enough." 



"And so now," said the first, "whenever an opportunity presents 
itself to do the same favor for another young man like yourself, we 
do it.  Right now we know that you are totally appaled at the 
prospect of having those trivial tokens of masculinity of yours there 
cut off, but we know that once they are you will feel completely the 
opposite about it.  We dare say, in fact, that after we finish, you 
will even thank us for doing it.  Every one of the hundred or so that 
we have done so far has."



I immediately began calling them sick, demented perverts and all 
kinds of other names.  I screamed and cursed and threatened them.  I 
even tried begging and pleading with them, but none of it did me any 
good.  There was absolutely nothing I could do to stop them or save 
my manhood.  You can't begin to imagine how I felt to have to lie 
there helpless. trussed up like I was, knowing that they were 
preparing to emasculate me and not be able to prevent it.  It was 
terrifying beyond words.  At the same time though, for some strange 
reason, I actually started to become aroused.



The next few minutes then were a long, drawn out, chaotic nightmare 
of thoughts, feelings and reactions.  It seemed to me like it took 
them hours to complete the removal of my manhood but in actuality it 
only took them about a half hour from start to finish.  To me though 
it seemed like they did it all in very slow motion.


They started off by each of them taking a turn at fondling and 
massaging me and while they played with me they commented on just how 
nice and big what I had was.  They also asked me a lot of personal 
questions about my sex life up to that point in time, like if I had 
ever fucked any girls yet or other boys, how many times a day did I 
beat off, and things like that.  Whenever I refused to answer a 
question, they forced me to answer by squeezing my nuts painfully 
hard.  It didn't matter to them whether I was straight or gay.  To 
them I was just another young male that they felt needed to be 
nullified.



After a while one of them began to stroke my hard-on in ernest until 
he forced me to pump a load which only took a couple of minutes.  I 
just couldn't hold it back no matter how hard I tried.  Just as I 
shot my load, the one stroking me stepped back and wiped my cum off 
of his hand while the other one sat down on the end of the bench 
protruding out between my legs facing me.  He was holding a scalpel 
in one hand.  With his other hand he reached out and looped his thumb 
and forefinger tight

around the base of my precious cluster and stretched it outwards



Let me tell you, when I saw that blade descend down towards my crotch 
I went crazy.  I yelled and screamed myself hoarse and I twisted and 
squirmed just as hard as I could trying to pull free.  The pearly 
drops of my last load of cum were still oozing from the little meatus 
opening in my cockhead as he started cutting.  When I felt the edge 
of the blade press down against the topside of the base of my cock, 
up close against my crotch, I braced myself for the terrible agony I 
knew I was about to experience.  I felt a horrible, stinging, 
burning, pinching sensation then as he began to slide the blade back 
and forth in a sawing motion while pressing downwards on it and 
continuing to pull outwards on my whole cluster.  With each stroke of 
the knife I could feel the blade cut deeper and deeper down across my 
crotch, first through the roots of my cock and then through my ball 
cords and sac and then all of a sudden, in a big gush of blood I saw 
my entire cluster pull free in his grip away from my crotch amd at 
the same time the burning, awful pain of the cutting stopped, 
replaced by a dull, easily bearable, pulsing throb.  For a few 
seconds, all I could do was stare in wide-eyed horror as he proudly 
held up my sliced off manhood for all of us to look at.  Just like 
that I was forcibly desexed and turned into the clean cut eunuch that 
I am today. 



Automatically I let out a sob of hurt and loss as I sank back, beaten 
and crushed over the brutal removal of my valued tokens of masculinity



"There now, that wasn't so bad now was it?" said the knife wielder as 
he stood up from the end of the bench, taking my cluster with him and 
the other one quickly pressed an ice pack firmly onto my mutilated 
crotch.  "We even gave you the pleasure of pumping off one last time 
before you surrendered it to our ever growing collection."



After a couple of minutes, when the bleeding began to subside, he 
proceeded to suture up the gaping wound in the center of my crotch.  
I couldn't help but feel a terrible sense of loss as I watched him 
carefully sutured the two edges of skin together across my crotch 
where my cluster used to be and relocate the new end of my piss tube 
down close to my asshole.  After inserting a short piece of tubing 
into my new piss hole then, he covered the whole area with some 
antiseptic salve and a thick bandage, leaving only the end of the 
tube protruding.



Meanwhile the other one took my freshly removed cluster over to the 
sink where he thoroughly washed it and then he carried it back and 
dropped it into the empty jar there on the table, filled the jar with 
preservative and sealed it with a lid.



As I lay there looking first at my own freshly removed cluster in the 
jar between the other two jars with identical clusters in them and 
then down at the fresh bandage covering my altered crotch, I was all 
of a sudden dumbfounded to find myself actually wondering just why I 
had made such a fuss over being emasculated.    Shockingly then I 
realized that my attitude had indeed changed completely.  It was just 
like they said.  I was actually feeling like they had done me a real 
favor, one which I didn't know that I wanted even until after it was 
done and believe it or not, I actually did thank then then for doing 
it.



They released me from the bench then and after I was free, I set 
there on the bench for a couple of minutes and carefully examined the 
contents of each of the three jars before they helped me up so I 
could finish cleaning myself and then I got dressed.  They then 
blindfolded me and drove me on into town and turned me loose near my 
frriends house.  By this time, about an hour later, there was hardly 
any pain anymore from my emasculation, just a little, dull, stinging 
sensation and I was actually feeling pretty good.  After saying 
goodbye to them, they drove away and that is the last I ever saw of 
them.



It took just over four weeks for my crotch to heal up and look like 
you see it now, and I can truthfully say that I am not sorry about 
what they did to me.  I don't miss what they cut off at all.  In 
fact, I think getting emasculated is the best thing that ever 
happened to me, really!  I used to be hung real nice and bit too.  Up 
full hard, my cock was right at eight inches long and my nuts were 
pretty good sized also.  That's about it, the story of how I came to 
be the clean cut  eunuch that I am now."