The well dressed gentleman entered the restaurant alone. It was late and the kitchen was about to close. There was only one waiter on duty, a young man about eighteen or so.

“I’m sorry sir, we are closing soon,” he said to the gentleman. “I hope you won’t be disappointed with our limited fare at this hour.” There was something charismatic about the man; something magnetic. The young waiter showed him to a table.

“I have a particular dish in mind that I always get here in this restaurant,” the gentlemen said to the waiter. Perhaps you can tell the Chef that Mr. Questermier is here and would like to order his special dish?”

“Yes sir,” the waiter said. He departed for the kitchen to give the order.

The waiter returned ten minutes later seeming very flustered and worried. He said to the gentleman, “I’m afraid, sir, we are all out of your special dish sir. Perhaps you could return tomorrow and we could serve you then?”

“That’s very disappointing,” the gentleman replied. “I am only here this one day. I must return home early tomorrow. Is there no way? I was really looking forward to my special meal. I really must have my special meal. Is there nothing you can do for me? The owner here knows me very well and I am very generous to him. Could you ask him again?”

“I’ll try,” the waiter said and went back to the kitchen. After a briefer pause, the Chef emerged from the kitchen along with the waiter walking slightly behind. As the Chef approached he said to the gentleman, “Actually we do have one order left sir, one pair as you have requested on your previous visits, but it might take some time to harvest them. They are, shall we say, very fresh.”

“Really?” the gentleman said. “That’s wonderful! May I see them?”

The young waiter spoke up at this point. “They are mine,” he said very quietly.

“Oh!” the gentleman said. “Well. I didn’t expect that. Are you quite sure?”

“Yes sir,” the waiter replied. “We are aware of your generosity to our city and our people. We cannot disappoint such a good customer. The owner has said we must do anything for you that you ask for, so he asked me to offer you mine if you find them satisfactory.”

“Well, I’m very grateful, I must say,” the gentleman said quite sincerely. “I wonder if I might have a look?”

“Certainly sir,” the Chef replied. Then speaking to the waiter he said, “Jason, would you please show Mr. Questermeir your, uh…gonads?”

The waiter said nothing, but proceeded to unfasten his trousers and push them down his thighs. The few other remaining customers glanced over but said nothing. The young waiter then hooked his thumbs in the band of his briefs and pushed those down his thighs as well exposing his genitals for the gentleman to view. As he did so Jason pondered the irony of his situation. He’d fibbed to the owner about his age to get this job. If he’d waited the few remaining months until his 18th birthday to apply he’d likely have avoided this misfortune.

“Ah yes, very nice,” the gentleman said, lifting the waiter’s penis and inspecting his dangling testicles. “Those look very succulent indeed. I would love to taste them. Are you sure you are willing to serve them to me?”

“Yes sir, of course sir,” the waiter said. “It is the least I can do.”

“Yes,” the Chef said, “Fortunately Jason is just eighteen (emphasizing the words) and therefore able to give his consent, otherwise we might have had to disappoint you, and that would have been a pity.”

Jason said nothing but held his breath hoping the gentlemen would have misgivings…….but he didn’t.

“A pity indeed!” Questerier exclaimed. “Such a delectable pair. I’d have been devastated!”

The Chef didn’t hesitate further, “We’ll sauté them for you in a lemon tarragon vinaigrette. I’m sure you will find them quite delicious.”

“I’m sure I will. Perhaps I could ask that you substitute in place of the tomato sauce to use the blood from the harvesting? And may I observe the harvesting?”

“Of course sir,” the Chef replied. “We will harvest them now at your table. Marcel!” The Chef hollered to someone in the kitchen. “Bring me my sharpest knife! We’ll have them out of Jason’s sac in just a few moments and we’ll prepare them for you here at tableside. Jason himself will serve them when they are done.” Jason’s fate was sealed now, and he knew it.

“Well Jason, may I call you Jason?” Questermier asked. “Perhaps then you wouldn’t mind removing your clothing below the waist?”

“Certainly sir,” Jason said, trying to hide his mortification. He removed his shoes and socks and stepped out of his trousers and underwear. Marcel had returned with the knives and the sauté cart and left them with the Chef.

“Ok Jason, step over here and spread your legs please, yes like that, thanks,” the Chef said. “Now take this leather strap and bite down on it. I’m going to make a quick incision in your scrotum right in the middle between your testicles just long enough to push them out into the open, like that.” Jason winced and gritted his teeth and threw his head back with the pain of the incision in his ball sac.

“Ok, there….a bit of blood, but not too much,” the Chef mumbled. “Now I’ll just push the left one out through the incision, like that. Oh that’s a fine looking nut, I must say. Ok, now I will stretch it down as far as I can on the connecting cords, like this. Ok Jason, this is going to hurt I’m afraid, but it won’t take but a minute.”

Jason was watching the Chef holding his purplish grey left testicle pulled out of his scrotum. The Chef began scraping along the length of the connecting cords with the edge of his very sharp knife, fraying them and weakening them so that the testicle could be pulled away.

Jason gasped and pursed his lips and bit down hard on the strap. He was trying desperately not to cry out, but the pain in his abdomen was nearly intolerable as his spermatic cords and blood vessels were scraped away. Shortly however, the tissues separated and the Chef was able to pull the testicle away and free of Jason’s body. He dropped it into the sauté pan and prepared to remove the other one.

“Ok, now we’ll push the right testicle out through the same opening, like this. Now well pull it down its entire length of cord. Ah…good! Perfect! Ok Jason, brace yourself once more, here we go again.”

Once again Jason winced and groaned at the agony produced in his groin and stomach as the cords connecting his remaining testicle to his body were frayed and destroyed by the Chef’s sharp knife. In no time at all that one too was pulled free and the Chef dropped it in the sauté pan with the other one.

“Ok Jason, do you want to sit down for a minute to catch your breath?”

“Yes I would please,” Jason said. He was trembling and white faced from the shock of his castration. ‘Perhaps I will sit here for a minute while you prepare the dish for Mr. Questermier,” he said shakily. “I hope that I shall be feeling better by then.”

“Here Jason, take these Vicodan tablets. We can have someone else serve him if you’d like to go home. You’ve done quite enough I should think,” the Chef said.

“No! I insist,” Jason exclaimed. “Mr. Questermier is my customer, and those were my testicles. When they are ready, let me know and I will serve them.”

“Quite right, Jason,” Questermier interjected. “I wouldn’t have them served to me by anyone but you.”

“Thank you sir,” Jason said simply.

The Chef Sautéed Jason’s testicles in his own blood. The smell of the cooking flesh was intoxicating, partly due to the Chef’s preparations and partly due to the knowledge of what it was that was frying in the pan.

The Chef had bisected each of the testicles so they could lie flat in the pan on the cut side. “I’m going to add these fava beans to the sauce if that’s alright sir?” the Chef said. “I think they’ll add just the right flavor and texture to go with the meat.”

“Yes, excellent!” replied the gentleman. “That sounds perfect. And a good Bordeaux would be nice. Your best, if you please.”

“Marcel!” the Chef shouted toward the kitchen. “Bring us a bottle of the 1982 Petrus please. Jason, are you up to serving the wine or shall I have Marcel do it?”

“No, I’m feeling a bit better,” Jason replied. “I can serve the wine.” Marcel brought the bottle right away, cradled carefully in his arms, as he was aware that it cost more than €5,000 Euros per bottle, and the restaurant would mark it up several thousand more. Jason rose slowly from his seat. He was still suffering from shock and was a bit unsteady. He was able however to slip off the foil cover and remove the cork with the double pronged cork puller he preferred. He carefully poured a tasting portion for the gentleman. Questermier took his time rolling the wine in his glass examining the legs and savoring the nose before he sipped a bit of it along with some air onto his tongue.

“It is outstanding, but it needs to open a bit,” he announced. “Could you decant it for me please? And bring another glass. I wish to share the wine with you Jason. Will you join me in a glass of this excellent wine?”

“Thank you sir!” Jason replied. “I’d be honored, sir.” All the other customers had left the restaurant by then. Jason, still naked below the waist, went behind the bar to retrieve a decanter. He returned with it and carefully decanted the wine.

“Actually Jason, before you serve the wine, I’d like it very much if you’d remove the remainder of your clothing. I suspect you have a most delightful young body, and I’d like to enjoy your masculine scent while I eat your testicles, is that alright?”

“Yes, of course sir,” Jason replied. “It all seems so very perverse, but if it gives you pleasure I shall be more than happy to strip for you.” Jason proceeded to remove his black bow tie and his frilly white shirt. When he removed his undershirt he exposed his underarms for a few brief moments and Questermier gazed longingly at the dark hair there.

“Your meal is ready sir,” the Chef said. “Jason, if you will pour the wine, I will transfer the meat and beans to a serving dish and you can serve our guest. Jason poured a half glass of the dark blood colored wine for Questermier and an equal quantity for himself. He lifted the heated plate containing the cooked remains of his manhood with a serviette and placed it deliberately before the gentleman.

Questermier lifted his glass toward Jason to make a toast as Jason lifted his own. They clinked their glasses together, and Questermier said, “To your future without sex my boy, and thank you for your sacrifice. You do have a beautiful body. It’s seems a shame that it will soften and grow feminine now that you are no longer entirely a man. Do you think you can cope with that?”

“Yes sir,” Jason replied. “I’ve often thought of going into the Priesthood, or a monastery, and now that my sexual desires will soon subside I believe I will be better able to fulfill my vocation. In some ways you have done me a service sir.”

“Well, Jason, if you require any funds to pursue your vocation, I will, of course, be more than happy to provide for all of that.”

“Thank you sir,” Jason replied simply. “That would be most kind of you sir.”

“And I must say, Jason, your ‘nads are among the best I’ve ever tasted,” he said as he chewed. “The Chef certainly knows how to prepare them, but it’s the ingredients that count I always say.”

“Thank you sir”, Jason replied, watching the gentleman consuming his flesh. The sight of it was strangely erotic and the young man’s penis began to lengthen. Questermier didn’t fail to notice.

“Ah, feeling that itch where your manhood used to be, I see, young man. Go ahead and squeeze it for us, make it good and hard. You might also like to diddle your empty scrotal bag; I think you’ll find it oddly arousing since the nerve endings in the skin are still intact. I’ve noticed other recently castrated eunuchs press their cocks down and back against the empty scrotal skin and their perineum and waggle it around back there to enjoy the new sensation of being without testicles to get in the way. Your scrotum might be a bit sore for that just yet though. If you spread your legs a bit, yes that way, and just press your cock down against its effort to erect, hmmm, nice yes?” Questermier murmured on as he ate. “And if you reach around behind and under your butt you can pull on your scrotal skin while you waggle your cock around. Notice the peculiar freedom of motion your cock now has.”

Jason was complying with these sexy suggestions and actually enjoying the increasing feelings of arousal. He definitely had no idea whatsoever when he’d started this day that he be ending it as a eunuch and a sexual plaything of a jaded pervert, but if that was to be his fate he was going to play it to the hilt. It did feel quite sensual to be nutless he had to admit. He was keenly aware of how the essence of his manhood had always been just below the surface of his consciousness now that they were no longer there. He asked the gentleman if he could don his underpants so he could see how the fabric would feel in his altered groin and between his legs.

“Yes, of course,” replied Questermier. “And bring me some more of that delicious bread to sop up the juices would you? Perhaps while you’re away your erection will subside a bit and we can see what you look like with your diminished ‘package’.”

Jason, slipped on his underwear, and having pressed his still aroused penis to one side, departed for the kitchen for more bread. Upon his return his penis had indeed softened and the tightly fitting webbed briefs he was wearing (no fly font either) clearly showed a more feminine line in the groin than one would expect for an otherwise so masculine a form. He smiled slightly at Questermier as he approached with the plate of bread having checked himself in the kitchen mirror and was therefore aware of how he must look to the gentleman, who was clearly delighted with the fresh emasculation he had brought about.

“So, my boy, how does it feel walking around without those silly bumps in the way?” Questermier laughed.

“It does feel strange,” Jason replied. “I quite like it. I think I can sense now somewhat the reason women walk as they do. Of course I don’t have the hips for that, not yet anyway. I suppose my hips won’t grow anymore though, at my age.

“No, but you’ll probably get breasts to some extent. Particularly if you hormonize for that, to coin a term.” Questermier replied with a smile.

“No, sir,” Jason said. “My intent is to let nature take her course. In my new vocation I shan’t care so much about my physique.”

“No, I suppose not. It’s a beautiful physique though I must say. Come watch while I finish off the last of these delicious testis. ‘Down the hatch’ as they say. I wish I understood the profound satisfaction to be had from consuming the essence of a man before his very eyes. I don’t suppose you’d like a bite?”

“No sir, you can finish me off. I don’t think it would be to my taste, especially as they were my own.”

“Umm, more for me then,” Questermier laughed again. “There! One last morsel, and…done. Ha! The perfect meal. Thank you immensely Jason, I’ve never had better, and I doubt I will again.”

“You’re quite welcome sire,” Jason bowed. “Would you care for desert, perhaps?”

“I would actually, and some tea if you please,” Questermier replied. “The Chef makes a delicious and delicate lemon mousse I believe. I’d like that with a warm cream topping – I think the Chef knows my preferences along those lines. The tea first though, if you would, thanks.”

Jason departed for the kitchen with the order. He was gone quite awhile; longer than strictly necessary to prepare a tea tray. Eventually he returned with the tray and a quizzical look.

“The Chef suggests that you might like me to prepare the tea myself rather than one of our selections from the tea chest? Is that correct sir?”

“Yes, Jason, I would. I have quite specialized tastes in that line as well, as I’m sure the Chef has explained.”

“I understand sir,” Jason replied simply. He set the table for the tea service and lifted the lid of the teapot. He then pulled open the leg band of his briefs and removed his penis from within. He positioned the glans of his penis above the opening of the tea pot and asked again, “Just so, sir?”

“Yes Jason, please proceed,” Questermier replied.

Jason massaged his penis slightly and shortly a steady flow of piss began to flow into the pot. They listened to the sound of the stream against the bottom and sides of the pot, as the intoxicating aroma wafted to them both. Shortly the stream subsided to a dribble and then a few drops remained at the slit which Jason shook off as he would at a urinal.

“Quickly now, son, while it’s still warm. Yes, good,” Questermier intoned as Jason lifted the pot by its handle and poured off some of the golden liquid into his tea cup.

Questermier raised the cup to his nose to savor the smell of Jason’s fresh pee, still warm at 80 degrees from his body heat, and then sipped a bit of it into his mouth and swallowed immediately.

“Ah, delightful! Tangy and fresh, with a hint of sweetness in the salt. You are a very healthy young man, I must say, Jason. You must eat well and take good care of your body, what’s left of it, that is,” Questermier laughed perversely. Questermier downed the cup and asked for a refill, which Jason supplied.

“Very good sir,” he said to the gentleman. “I’m glad you found my flavors to your liking. I’ll go see to your mousse now if you please.”

“Yes, of course. And don’t forget to prepare the cream sauce. There you go, good boy.”

Jason once again departed for the kitchen, and once again there was a lengthier delay than one might have expected before his return. When he did return with the desert tray, his cheeks were flushed with embarrassment.

“Sir, the Chef suggests that I offer to supply the warm cream sauce as I did the tea – from my loins, would that suit you sir?”

“It most certainly would, Jason. I would be most pleased to consume the last of your fertile seed, my boy. What a deliciously decadent way to end such a delightful meal, don’t you think?”

“Decadent it is sir, but if those are your wishes I shall endeavor to fulfill them to the best of my ability.”

“I doubt you should have too much difficulty, Jason. You’re quite a young man yet (or were), not much more than a boy, really. I’m sure you’ll masturbate a nice sluice of genital fluid quite effortlessly.” Questermier intoned lasciviously.

Jason once again removed his penis from his briefs and began to stroke and stimulate it to fucking length. He took a wide stance and thrust out his pelvis as he pummeled his cock, his quite beautiful cock that was all that remained of his reproductive apparatus, his testicles having been eaten by this strange and elegant gentleman for his decadent meal.

“Yes, very good Jason, it appears to be lengthening nicely. Perhaps you could slip off your briefs and resume full nakedness for me while you abuse yourself?” Questermier asked.

“Yes, sir, if you wish,” Jason gasped as he stepped out of his briefs. He was already somewhat breathless with lust. He had become quite horny during this bazaar episode and his body was wracked with sexual hunger and anticipation of imminent relief.

As he stroked his cock he pressed down under his groin into the loose folds of his empty scrotum. Sore as it was, he needed to feel this terrible absence as he masturbated. His cock felt, and looked, so much longer now without his balls.

“Perhaps if I sucked on it for you, Jason. Would you like that? Here, remove your hands and let me do it for awhile. Yes, yes, I love the feel of your empty sac, don’t you? The skin is so soft and loose and yielding to the touch. Uhmmmnn…” he intoned as he slurped and sucked on the penis’s tip and washed his rough tongue around the glans. He pulled off for a second to say to Jason, “I’d almost like to just suck the sperm right out of you, but I do think the semen would look so good and go so well with the lemon mousse, so I guess I’ll just have to be patient.”

“I’m trying sir, really I am, and it shan’t be but a few moments more, I’m sure. I’m feeling the tingling quite definitely in my legs and abdomen sir. I think I should be able to supply quite a decent gusher for your pleasure sir, if you’ll bear with me a bit longer.”

“Oh, definitely take your time, Jason. I didn’t mean to rush you. Slow down and enjoy yourself, this one last time ‘eh?” Questermier laughed. “Actually, you should be able to enjoy several more nice, if diminishing, cums in the next few days if you desire to, though there won’t be any living sperm in it of course.”

“Yes sir, quite so, sir. I guess all that’s left of that is what’s in me now.”

“Quite right and you’ll soon be rid of that as well,” Questermier replied. “Let me just push your dick back between your legs and along your perineum toward you anus, like that, yes! Delightful! Notice how much further under it goes now. I think it easily reaches your asshole, yes it does. Why don’t I just poke it in there, just for fun, Ok?”

“Yes, as you please sir. Yes, that feels very strange and good,” Jason exclaimed, hunched over a bit now and legs trembling. “Oh, god yes! Oh, yes, fuck me with my cock, please sir, oh, that’s sooo good. It’s so shameful though, oh please, do it this once more and be done. I mustn’t want this so much. I’m so glad I won’t have to feel this terrible need much longer, but push it in me, pleeeese, I need it so badly right now!”

“Yes, yes, Jason, your hunger will diminish soon enough,” Questermier agreed. “You won’t even remember what this lust felt like in a month or two. You will marvel that you could have been subject to this madness, but look at you now! With your cock wrapped around under you! Let me hold it up against your groin and have you pull your hands away, yes like that. Let’s have a look at you with your cock up your ass, how does that feel? It looks just incredible. I won’t take a picture; it wouldn’t do you justice, but I’ll certainly remember this scene for a long while.”

Questermier noticed Jason’s intense arousal and said, “Ok, that’s enough of that. Let’s get your dick out of there before you cum in your own butthole. That wouldn’t do at all. Here, while it’s still pointing down a bit, let me hold it there so we can aim the slit toward the mousse. How are you coming along, as they say? Are you imminent do you think?”

“Oh, yes sir, Ohhh…I am sir, for sure. Just hold it there like that and please pinch my frenulum, that bit of skin below. That always seems to set me off. Oh, my god, I feel like to explode now.” Jason’s stomach muscles, all his muscles really, were clenched tight and his shoulders were hunched over the table as the two of them pulled and prodded his engorged penis, the head of it nearly purple it was so swollen at this point. The gap at the tip was wide open and one could see, if one looked, almost a quarter inch into his cock through the opening, it was so ready to pulse and spurt his spunk. His legs were trembling so that he could barely remain standing over the desert bowl.

“Oooo…..oh. Fucck! It’s coming! Sorry sir, I didn’t mean….oh…oh….god, oh god, it feels so good….here it izzzzZZZ! Uh!....Uh….Uh.” Jason grunted like a pig as his sperm gushed from the end of his dick and splattered all over the bowl and the desert within. Together they were able to keep his penis pointed approximately over the desert dish and keep most of his steaming semen (it actually steamed a bit as it hit the cold desert) within the perimeter of the bowl. Spurt after spurt of his male reproductive sauce sluiced out of Jason’s loins and into the air, half his millions of sperm dying on contact with the frozen glass, and the rest of it pooling over the mousse with streaks of the milky fluid showing translucently here and opaquely there due to the mixture of sperm and semen.

Soon enough his orgasm was over, or subsiding at the very least, and Jason was able drop his shoulders and catch his breath, just a bit. “Oh…my god! That was one of the best cums I’ve ever felt. I wonder if it was my lack of nuts that enhanced the feeling so much. Oh, I feel so clean now. All that nasty sperm is gone, and it feels so good to be rid of it. Oh….thank god! Thank you sir. I shall never be able to thank you for destroying my manhood and my terrible, terrible lust! Oh…oh… yes!”

“That’s a good boy, Jason; that was just marvelous. I’m so glad you’re taking it this way. Some boys are so morose after I’ve castrated them. They know it had to be done to them, but they feel so downhearted about it and so depressed. But not you my boy. You’ve risen to it and I’m so proud of you. Now let me just sample this delicious concoction, this ‘con…Cock..tion’ I should say! Hah, a terrible pun, don’t you think. I just hate puns like that don’t you?” Questermier laughed again at his own bad joke. He dipped his spoon into the mousse being careful to take up a few gobs of the still warm semen along with it and slipped it into his mouth.

“Yes, delightful! The tastes and textures of the sweet desert and the starchy, tangy, cum go beautifully together. Are you sure you wouldn’t care for just a taste of your own spunk, my boy?”

“Well, sir if you insist; perhaps just a spoonful, just to get the idea of it. It’s probably the last of it that will taste quite this way, I expect, don’t you think?

“Yes I suspect so. So enjoy it while you can.” Questermier replied as he held a spoonful of the desert and its milky sauce to Jason’s lips and he slupped it into his mouth and rolled it about his tongue to savor it a bit before he swallowed his own sperm.

“Yes, it’s alright I guess. I think it might be an acquired taste that I shall probably never acquire myself now, under the circumstances, but it’s fine. I can see why you might like it so much.”

“Yes, Jason, I think you understand me quite well. You’re a good and generous young man, and I have been most delightfully served this evening. Now, please ask the proprietor for my bill while I finish this delicious mousse. I really must be moving along. I’ve a flight to catch first thing in the morning and I would like to sleep long and soundly with dreams of these events to carry me away.”

“Yes sir, right away sir,” Jason replied. When he returned with the check, the gentleman had cleaned his dish of the desert, and was smiling broadly.

“Here’s my Diners card, I don’t need to look at the amount. I’m sure it’s substantial but no amount would be more than it has been worth. As to your tip, young man, here is a book of blank checks for you to write as you see fit to cover your expenses as you move on in your chosen vocation. I hope you will find peace and tranquility in that role, and I’ve no doubt you will find your life from now on much calmer than it has been these past few years, since your puberty began, without the naggings of lust tormenting you all the day long.”

“Oh my yes sir! Thank you so much sir. May I do good works with these checks as well?”

“Yes you may, you will find the funds available to you nearly endless, and I hope you will do good works. One thing I hope you will consider in your new vocation is to teach other boys, particularly the younger ones in the throes of adolescence to sacrifice their budding manhood for me and for the good of their souls. I shall be most grateful to you if you can manage a steady supply of young balls for my appetites and I’m sure the lads will be the better for it.”

End of part 1.

To follow Jason in his vocation and Questermier in his appetites ask [email protected] for part 2. And thanks to Twinsen for editorial assistance.