Eunuch and Back Again

Back in the summer of 1986 we began to mess around with each other. Andy just couldn’t get enough of my cock and I wasn’t about to deny it to him, brother or no. It started innocently enough, we shared a bedroom and I woke one night to strained breathing coming from the other bed. In the moonlight I looked over to my brothers bed and it was obvious what was happening. I kept quiet about it for about a week or so, but after that I just had to say something. It was about 3:00 in the morning and he was at it again, so I quietly said, “Andy, you know if you keep doing that you’re going to go blind.” “Randy, you’re just afraid to do it yourself with me in the room with you. Why don’t you stop being so uptight and give yourself a tug and go back to sleep.”

It was at first revolting to me to sit here in front of my brother and masturbate, but after a while I came around. I figured if it didn’t bother him, then why was I denying myself some early morning pleasures. It isn’t exactly like he and I have something the other hasn’t seen before and it just feels so good. I wouldn’t have to go sneaking around every ones back to do it.

About two weeks later came the proposition. Both of us were sitting in our beds about 3:00AM and Andy said to me, “You know, it would be better if we helped each other out.” I said, “What kind of time is this to be thinking about our chores? I’m over here wanting to get my rocks off and all you can think about is taking out the trash?” Andy just rolled his eyes at me and said, “Randy you idiot, I’m not talking about that. Why don’t you let me come over to you and show you what I mean?”

With that he came over and sat on my bed. He reached under the covers and took hold of my dick. Just being touched there by another person was ecstasy in itself. Nobody had ever touched me there before. He slowly ran his hand up and down my cock and fondled my balls. I was in heaven! I couldn’t get enough of it and I was transported into a different world. I was breathing heavily and my eyes were rolling back and it was all I could do to keep from screaming out when the orgasm hit. I pumped out stream after stream of creamy cum all over my chest. Spent, I lay there catching my breath and Andy says to me, “Now, isn’t helping out in that way much better than taking out the trash?” and he proceeded to lick the sperm off my body.

All of this caught me off guard and it took some time, but I finally came to his bed and gave him a helping hand. I wasn’t sure if I would be able to clean him up as he did to me, but he did stick his finger in his cum and looked at me and said, “taste.” I was at first hesitant until he said, “Just try it, if you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it again.” I opened my mouth and took it in. I can’t say that I disliked the taste, but it wasn’t exactly something I couldn’t live without. I guess I could take it or leave it.

Eventually we moved into heavier and heavier things. We discovered that we were versatile and like to give as well as we took. By the end of the summer we were regular fuck buddies. I suppose if our parents ever found out they would be upset, but this is a fairly liberal household so they would get over it. After all it wasn’t all that long ago we caught our parents in bed getting in on with another guy in the bed with them. And our dad wasn’t exactly saying no to this other mans advances.

Eventually we decided to add a third to our group as well. It was after the summer was over that we decided to invite Steve into our nighttime trysts. We would often spend the night at each other’s houses. It was nice to expand our lovemaking. In our triangle we were free to have sex with whomever, Steve with me, He with Andy, and Andy and myself together. It didn’t matter as long as all of us were satisfied.

A couple years passed and it was time to graduate from High School. Andy and myself were going to the same University in a city about 1,000 miles away, and Steve was going to enter pre-med at another university 1,000 miles in the other direction. We all promised to stay in touch and reacquaint ourselves when we were finished with school.

Over the years Andy and I developed an even stronger relationship and started turning towards kinkier things. We shared a room in the dorm, and worked out with each other at the gym when we didn’t have classes. It wasn’t until midway through our junior year that we started verbalizing our fantasies. It normally stayed with stuff on the edges of gay male society. He wanted to be fisted. I wanted to get piercings and tattoos. We decided to do a little of each with each other. He got his nipple pierced and I got a ring in the head of my cock.

Then one night out of the blue he shared his deepest fantasy with me. We had just gotten back from our workout at the gym and were getting ready to make out with each other and he just blurted it out. He said, “Randy, we have been doing heavier and heavier things. We have been getting piercings and tattoos, getting into and intrigued by other modifications. I guess I just have to say it, I want to get castrated.”

I was floored! I didn’t know how to react. Here was my gorgeous brother telling me he wanted to cut his balls off. I had fleeting thoughts of castration myself, but it was more of an “I wonder” type of thing and I never gave it any though beyond that. Then Andy went further, “But I don’t want to do it in a way to where I’d never be able to return. We have a unique situation brother, we are identical twins…”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with this.

“Since we are identical twins there is a way that I can preserve my testicles for future use.”

I stopped him and asked, “How is that?”

He said, “I could have them removed and they could be implanted in you…”

He stopped, and I sat in stunned silence. My brother wanted to not only cut his balls off, but he wanted me to be some sort of host until such time that he decided he didn’t want to be a eunuch anymore.

“I don’t know what to say. How badly do you want this?”

“I’ve been thinking about it since before we started our sexual involvement with each other. “

“Andy, I’m not going to say no, but I do need time to give some though to this.”

Actually I didn’t need any time to think about it. I would do it. I just wanted to get on the phone with Steve and find out how far along in training he was. It would be a perfect situation. He could perform the operation and nobody would have to know but us.

I waited until Andy was in class and I had a break where he wasn’t around. I phoned Steve.

“Hello…”

“Steve, this is Randy. Do you have a minute?”

“Sure”

“Andy made a proposition to me. I don’t know how to put this…”

Steve stopped me, “Don’t tell me, he want’s to cut his balls off and have you carry them for him…”

My god! Steve knew. “How do you know?”

“Andy told me about this desire some time ago when we were having sex back home. I told him that when the time came and when I had the training to do it that I’d be happy to help out. That is of course if you were willing to help out yourself.”

“It took him long enough to say something, we have not been living at home for about 3 years now… “

“He waited to say anything because he was waiting for me to be far enough along to help.”

So that’s why he brought it up. He was ready to do it right now.

“So Steve, are you far enough along to do it?”

“Just… If you are both agreeable, I should be able to help you out over the summer. My parents are planning a vacation in mid-July for a couple weeks, I could help you out then.”

“Well if I wasn’t ready to help my brother out with his desire, I wouldn’t have called. Let’s set it up. But let’s not tell him when.”

“Oh, so you want it to be a surprise then Randy?”

“Oh yes, I think it will be a better experience for him if he doesn’t know when it’s coming.”

“OK, the middle of July it is then…”

“Great, we’ll talk to you some more before then. Later!”

“Bye”

Wow, I couldn’t believe it. I just agreed to be a host for my twin brothers testicles, and to top it off he wasn’t going to know when it was coming.

About an hour later Andy came back from class. We went to the gym to work out and after we got back, we fucked like a couple of crazed bunnies. I was pounding away at his ass and had the biggest Cheshire cat grin on my face. Fortunately he didn’t see it.

About 3 months later, spring term was over. We packed up the car and went home. Steve got together with us and we continued out sexual exploits. A couple months later it was mid-July. We were over at Steve’s place and we were in the middle of our games. Over time we had gotten into some light bondage, but this time we had Andy down and cuffed spread eagle on the bed. I took my clothes off, and Andy noticed I was shaved. This was unusual, but he liked it. Then we got out the razors and went over him. Soon he had completely bald genitals.

After this we blindfolded him. Steve reached under the bed and took out the requisite supplies he had left under there so we could castrate Andy. He got out the sterilizing solution and rubbed it all over Andy’s crotch. It was cold and Andy was writing a bit in his bonds. He thought it was all part of the bondage game we were playing. We then got a ball gag out and fitted it on him.

After this we let him lie there while we prepped the area I would be waiting in to receive his testicles. It wasn’t unusual to leave him lying there while Steve and I went at it. But this time it was different. After prepping the area, I lied down and Steve rubbed the sterilizing solution on my crotch. He then numbed me up. After a few minutes it took hold. Then he got the scalpel out and opened up my scrotum. We left my balls in, but we needed it open so he could put Andy’s severed testicles in immediately. By opening it up now, we would save precious time.

Then he went back to Andy. At this point Andy thought we were still playing our games. It wasn’t until this point that Steve spoke to him. Steve said, “Andy, Randy and I spoke about 3 months ago regarding your desires. Today, unlike the rest of the times we have been with each other, we didn’t have sex. Instead we prepared him for what is about to happen. You see, your brother is lying down in a sterile area on the other side of the room, legs spread and his scrotum has been cut open. He is waiting to receive your testicles.”

He continued, “But unlike what we spoke about, we are not going to give you any anesthetic, we are going to make you feel everything as we cut your balls off. That’s why we gagged you. The cold you felt earlier? That was a sterilizing solution we ran over your genitals. Soon, all you will have left down there is your cock and your sack.”

With this Steve picked up a fresh scalpel. He looked at Andy and said, “Are you ready?” Andy tensed, but he shook his head in the affirmative. With that, Steve took hold of Andy’s scrotum and began to slice it open. Andy screamed into his gag, but his body only tensed up. He didn’t writhe in pain. Once the scrotum was open Steve said, “O.K. Andy, we have your sack open. We are now going to remove your testicles one at a time. I have to do it this way so that we can get them attached to your brother quickly.”

Steve massaged Andy’s left testicle out of the sack. He tied it off, and made a slight nick downstream from his body. Only a slight drop of blood. Satisfied that he had the cord sealed off, he sliced the testicle from Andy’s body. “OK Andy, that was the left one, I’ll be back in a bit to get the other…”

Steve placed the testicle in a sterile dish. Then he came over to me. “Randy, are you ready? “ “Yes, let’s get this going.” Steve then massaged my scrotum and worked the left testicle out. It was weird seeing it outside my body. Steve carefully worked on my cord opening it up and separating the blood vessels from the vas deferens. He carefully nicked each and then he picked up Andy’s testicle from the dish. He very carefully sutured the blood supply and then repeated the process on the vas. Steve had said that in all likelihood that Andy and I would be permanently sterile from our procedure. I didn’t care that much since I was gay and didn’t want kids anyhow. Steve then allowed my blood to flow into Andy’s testicle. Only time would tell if the procedure was a success. It took about 45 minutes for him to do all this. He numbed me up a bit as the agent was wearing off and then he returned to Andy.

“Andy, your brother now has your left testicle attached and his blood is now nourishing it. Are you ready to repeat this with your right nut? You better be sure of this. After we cut it off, you might not get it back.”

Andy hesitated for a second, then he nodded that he wanted to proceed. With that, Steve sutured the cords of Andy’s right testicle, repeated nicking it to make sure it was sealed and then he picked up a fresh scalpel and cut it off. He then said to Andy, “That’s it, you’re now a eunuch. The worst is over for you. I’ll be back in a bit to sew up your scrotum.”

Steve returned to me, and we repeated the process for attachment on my other testicle. In 45 minutes the testicle was attached to and receiving nourishment from my body. Steve pushed the 4 testicles into my scrotum and sewed it shut. He said, “It’s definitely bigger than before, and if we ever return your brothers to his body, your scrotum will definitely be stretched out.” I didn’t mind.

He returned to Andy, and finished him up. After that we cleaned up. We removed Andy’s gag and blindfold. After the hour or so it took to finish attaching his right nut and sew us both up, Andy’s pain subsided to dull ache. Once he was unbound he spoke to us.

“Guys, that was so intense. I wish I could do it all over again. I can’t wait to feel how life will be without my balls. Steve, thank you so much for neutering me.”

Steve said, “you’re welcome”

I then said, “You know brother, we might be able to do this again, only next time we’ll be castrating me, and you’ll be the one receiving our testicles…”

That was 10 years ago. Andy recently came up to me and wanted to know if I was serious about what I had said at the end of his operation. In the ten years since we had castrated him he said he had enough experience being a eunuch and was ready to return to being a man. I of course let him know that I was serious.

We are now in bed continuing our sexual relationship. Only this time it will be my last time fucking him as a man. Steve is coming over tomorrow to castrate me, and we are going to put mine and Andy’s testicles into Andy’s body. It is my turn to learn what it is like being a eunuch. Andy has assured me it is going to be fine and that I should look forward to it. If I find it enjoyable, I have no intention on becoming a man again.

We have decided that in 10 years if I enjoy this, we’ll call Steve. Only this time we’ll castrate Andy again, and when that’s done we will go into the kitchen, turn the water on, put our balls in the sink and hit the switch on the wall. Only then will we be certain that both of us will be eunuchs forever.