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I first started going to Sheila for singing lessons when I was 8 years old. She was a good looking woman of about 38 years and had a spectacular cleavage. Despite being so young I was horny and excited by her body, a fact that I think she noticed. She would often put her hand on mine when instructing me and her perfume drove me wild. One day, she let her hand casually brush against my groin. I blushed and was embarrassed because it produced a stiffy, which she noticed and must have expected. "Oh dear", she said, " I must do something about that", and she led me upstairs and into her bedroom. She had me undressed in moments and I was putty in her hands. She cupped my balls in her hands and slowly rolled my forskin back and sucked the head of my penis, while her tongue flicked up and down, side to side. I came almost immediately but it was a dry orgasm. Clearly, my testicles were not yet producing sperm. Sheila noted that and explained to me that until my balls started producing man milk, my lovely trebble voice was secure. Time past by and our sex sessions continued, suplemented by my regular singing lessons. Then, when I was ten years old I had my first ejaculation. Sheila said that if I wanted to keep my lovely voice I would need a little help. She said that choir boys who wanted to continue singing nicely had their balls cut off -castrated and that this ensured they kept a nice voice. "Doesn't that hurt?" I asked. "Yes, a little", she said, " but although it is a sharp pain it is quickly over." She also said that I had to make up my mind quickly because very soon I would start to change into a hairy, rough man with a deep voice and that now I had ejaculated, it was a sign that the changes were imminent. So, I agreed to let her do it. She left me on the bed while she gathered the necessary bits and bobs she required. Moments later she was back. She told me to sit on the wooden chair with my legs apart and to sit forward on the chair so she could do the job. She then fondled my balls and gently pulled them down a bit. Next she made a loop in a piece of silk cord which she then tightened above my balls and beneath my penis. She pulled and adjusted my scrotal skin until she was satisfied it was in just the best position, then she tightened the noose even more. The pressure on my spermatic cords was not unpleasant. In fact it provoked a hard on, which made her smile. Having tied off my balls she waited a minute or two. Then she flicked my balls to see if I felt anything. By now my balls had gone a purple- red colour and I didn't feel any pain when she flicked them. Next she made an incision in the bottom of my sac and fished out my left ball. She quickly tied it off with dental floss, then with a soldering iron she burnt through the cord, cauterising the severed membrane, and the testicle dropped off and she put it in a plastic cup. She deftly fished out my other ball and did the same. The pain was divinely sharp but soon turned to a duller ache. As she severed my last ball I orgasmed and hot cum shot out of my penis. Since then I don't seem to want sex that much, perhaps twice a month. I can still orgasm but it takes a lot longer. I seem to have got smoother skin and I have the tiniest little breasts developing. Also, my penis seems smaller. All this happened some time ago. Was it a good idea? I'm not sure. I still sing trebble though and that was what I wanted..wasn't it? |