The new prophet, like the Lord himself, a Hermaphrodite, knew the true redemption of a life of the Lord, as the prophet had struck his male genitals from his body, for he was not a saint, and he had sewn shut his feminine aspect, for it impure. In this way he was saved, and countless others have made the sacrifice and followed him, forsaking the earthly in favor of the divine. Experiencing the ultimate pain to get at the ultimate pleasure.

I had known for many years I was not meant to live a life a sin. Many men had strayed from the prophets path. They indulged in the carnal knowledge of one another, with organs intact, often perverting their own families. They were punished for this sin, and either executed or had their genitals, prostate, and right hand removed. All men knew that if they did such a thing, after vowing to use their genitals only to beget children, then they would suffer this fate.

Of course you might ask how a man was to know. For this a special test could be taken, and a boy exposed to many feelings and images. I had taken this test, my minister had administered it. As he took my penis into his mouth, I released my seed. I had watched men having sex on ancient video tapes for hours, and was aroused. The previous experience with my female cousin had not been the same. I knew what must be done to prevent a life in Hell.

I went to the Central Hospital of God’s Children to have the procedure done. Many around me prayed as we waited in the special out building where the genital removal was performed. The men were first given injections. This made me feel very numb, and tired, and I was very aroused. The other men similarly. We were told to remove our clothing. Attendents came and collected it for us, other men who had made the sacrifice. After getting naked, a minister delivered the blessings.

It took some time, and some men feel asleep or began to masturbate, others began to fellate each other. The man next to me, about 28, with medium length brown hair and a thick hirsuit took my penis into his mouth. I enjoyed the experience, but didn’t wan’t to orgasm, as that was sinful. So I stopped him, and began to lick his penis, sucking the cheese off his head. I enjoyed the taste so much, I wanted more of it. I took his penis into my mouth, but unlike me, he orgasmed immediately. I swallowed all of it. I touched his balls, knowing after wards they would be all that was left. I asked him if he would want to be my brother with God, and to live a life of sanctity with me, as such men did. He stared blankly,

“Maybe that would be ok,” he said drearily, the shot was taking his consciousness. Just at that time, the head man came to the room, and began to call us one by one. I was the third summoned. I was asked to recite the prayer of the new prophet, and the attendant began to suck my penis. This time I couldn’t resist, and orgasmed in his mouth. He said it would be necessary to further cleanse my prostate before it was excised. With that, another attendant inserted a probe into my rectum, which electrified. The electricity pushing into my prostate was at first exhilarating. Then it began to feel hotter and hotter. Cum was pouring out of my penis. The electricity increased. It felt like my rectum was burning. I was screaming, and then an attendant put a ball gag in my mouth. I kept screaming. The rod burned and burned at my prostate, boiling it inside me.

Then it stopped. I was moved to the operating table. I was placed on my stomach. My legs were spread, and placed in stirrups to my side, such that I was hunched over the table. The table was raised. An attendant inserted a much large rod into my rectum, and I felt him begin to cut through my wall, and fish out my prostate. I was hurting, but felt numb now. A soft piece of boiled flesh was placed next to my face, it was my prostate. He then proceeded to excise my penis from my rectum. First, he sliced the skin off my penis, and cut the connecting ligaments. As I felt the skin slide off, I felt an orgasm overcome me, but my penis didn’t throb. It felt frustrated and painful, making me want more. The attendant then slide the penis out of my rectum, and placed it on the plate next to the prostate. It looked beautiful, without any skin on it. So long, it must have been twelve inches. It made me hungry, I wanted it so much, the sense of the frustrated orgasm kept building, I began to moan. The attendants said it seemed everything was going well. They sewed up the place were my disgusting, offending organ had been, and rerouted my piss hole through my rectum, so that my urine would cleanse it of feces each day. All that was left were my testicles, reminding me of God’s frustrated love for us. I felt the burn of the repressed orgasm. I felt God’s love for me. I felt so much closer the prophet.

In the recovery room I saw the boy again. He looked tired. I went to him.

“I feel like I want to cum so bad ‘n I can’t”

“Me too, hey lets me brothers together, ok?”

“Yes, please, I just want to rub my body against yours already.” He sounded angry, happy, I was bubbling with happiness.

Later that year, we were able to move to the eunuch colony together. Many hours were spent together, locked in each other’s arms, liking our balls, and touching our sphincters. Other men like ourselves would join us. We would work the fields, cook for each other. But never once did the feeling of the unfinished orgasm recede. It grew steadily with time. More and more over th years. I eventually learned it was just the sensation of God’s love building in me, now that I was free from sin.