The Lover

It was wet outside...cold and wet. It was the kind of weather that I loved.

I had always had a fetish for castration, and my boyfriend and I had always fooled around with the idea that it would be an extremely sensuous and thrilling experience for the both of us, if he were to be castrated by me. We always believed that it would be both a sexually liberating and loving moment in our lives that would certainly strengthen our relationship. Even if he was a eunuch, I would still love him deeply, and I would always continue to be faithful to him as a girlfriend. Castrated or not.

Yet the months passed as they always had, and my boyfriend and I were still discussing whether or not he should be castrated. I didn't bring the topic up much, but when I did, he always seemed to be more and more interested that he go through with the procedure. Yet I didn't want to force him into doing it if he was uncomfortable with the idea of being castrated. As I said before, I would love him no matter what his decision.

Yet a few weeks ago, he turned to me in bed one evening and told me he had made his descision...

He wanted to be castrated.

To tell you the truth I was a bit shocked by this. Although I admit, I was the one who first had the fetish, and the one who came up with the idea to have him castrated, but I was still surprised that he was willing to become a eunuch, and up until now we had only just roleplayed with several mock castrations. So, I had to admit, I was a little nervous, because for years I had always wondered what an actual castration operation would be like, and now that it was finally going to happen, I wondered what it would be like.

After my boyfriend had told me he wanted to be castrated, I didn't say much. I mean, what was there to say? All I could do was be silent. But after a few moments of silence, I leaned over and kissed him gently on the lips and we began to make love. He always wore a condom during sex. We did in fact make love several times that night, and continued to have sex at least twice a day until his actual castration. I felt as though I owed him as much sex as he wanted, seeing as though he was going to make such an extreme sacrifice to me, I never complained when he wanted to make love to me, and was supportive to his needs, always promising to him that I would always love him when he finally became a eunuch and still continue to remain a faithful, and thoughtful lover to him. Even if he lost sexual feeling and desire after the operation.

But there was a problem. Since no medical doctor was just going to castrate by boyfriend on a whim, and we weren't going to preform the operation ourselves, we needed to find someway, or someone that would be helpful in carrying out the procedure in a safe and sane manner.

Luckily, my younger sister was a registered nurse. I know, it sounds predictible and somewhat ridiculous, but trust me.

She worked reasonable hours at a local hospital in town in the emergency room, and when I told here what me and my boyfriend wanted done, she was immediately taken back by the whole thought of her being my lovers' castrator. She was appalled by the sheer lunacy of what I was asking her, and refused to have any part in this scheme. As a matter of fact, she stopped talking to me for a few days.

Yet when I asked her once again after she had gotten home from work on a Thursday evening, she had since calmed down and decided to listen to me explain everything.

I told her how my boyfriend and I had often fantasised about him being castrated and all the mock castrations we had participated in during our relationship, and how he had finally decided that he really wanted to become a eunuch for me. Plus I mentioned that she was the only one who could help us in making sure that his castration was preformed safely.

And although she hadn't made her decision just then, she did tell me that she would definately think about it.

The following week on Friday, I had recieved a phone call from my sister at the hospital saying that she would do it, and she also told me that she would bring all the medical instruments that were needed, and she reassured me that she would take every precaution neccessary to ensure my boyfriend's safety during the operation. She told me that she would also bring antiseptic and antibiotic medicines with her.

After I had hung up with my sister, I told my boyfriend the news. He was very quiet when I had said he was going to be castrated the following evening. In fact, he didn't talk too much that night. He simply told me that he only wanted to make love to me for hours and hours. And, yes, we did...

Then, the next morning, the day had finally come. It was Saturday, and I woke up very early around six a.m. I didn't want to wake my boyfriend, so I let him sleep in. He finally woke up at 9:30 later that morning. My sister had told me to tell him the he wasn't allowed eat anything all day due to the operation. She even told me that if my boyfriend was having any doubts at all of going through with the castration to let her know. I even supported this forewarning, and I let my lover know this several times that day. But he still seemed to want to go through with his castration.

We didn't talk about it any other times that day, and instead we just made love during the remaining time he would be a "complete" man.

My sister, boyfriend and myself had all decided that it would be best if the operation was secretly preformed at home, where he would be able to recouperate in private, and there would be no need for anyone else to know about the procedure.

At seven o'clock that evening my sister had arrived at my house in the pouring rain. She had brought a doctors' medical bag with her.

I led her into my bedroom where my boyfriend was waiting patiently. My sister greeted my boyfriend (they had only met twice before a long while ago) and told him of what she would be doing to him tonight, and how the operation would commence. Aside from all that, she also told he and myself of all the side effects that result in castration. The loss of sexual desire, impotence, etc. We both understood, and his descision was still final.

But before she continued, my sister asked him if he wanted one last sexual experience as a "complete" man, and he said yes.

So my sister left the room and told us that she would return when we had finished.

My boyfriend and I removed all of our clothes and I began to stroke his soft, flaccid penis in my hand until it became hard and erect. I could feel the little sticky droplets of pre-cum touch my fingertips as I continued to stimulate his firm cock. I then knelt to the floor, and proceeded to preform fellatio on him, taking the entire length of his penis into my mouth, my head slowly bobbing up and down as I gently massaged his testicles in my hand,

still safe and secure within their scrotal sac.

Afterwards, we quickly made love for the last time before his castration. He didn't wear a condom, and it only lasted a few minutes, but we both came, and he had his last semenal ejaculation within me. Although I was disappointed that he didn't preform cunnalingus on me, I figured that there was plenty of time for that later.

Soon after, my sister returned. Me and my lover were quickly getting dressed until my sister said to him that there was no need, and that he should remain naked for the operation.

As my boyfriend sat nude in a nearby chair, as my sister slipped on a pair of sterile latex operating gloves, taped my lover's flaccid penis upward to his belly so it would not obstruct during the operation; she then reached into her medical bag and took out what looked like an elastic rubber band, and she told us that she was going to place this around my boyfriend's scrotum to cut off the blood supply for the operation.

After she placed the band tightly around my lovers' testicles, they began to swell dramatically.

My sister then filled a hypodermic syringe with numbing agent, took an sterile alcohol wipe and cleaned off the surface of my boyfriend's scrotum, which had turned from a partially bright red, to a light purple color within only a few moments.

My heart was racing wildly as my sister pricked my boyfriend's ball sac in several places with the syringe, injecting the numbing agent inside his scrotum so the procedure would be painless.

After we had all waited a few minutes, my sister declared that it was time to operate. By now my lover's scrotum had gone a slight shade of white. It was clearly evident that the blood supply to his ball sac was diminishing and his testicles were slowly dying.

My sister then took my boyfriend's scrotum into her hand, holding his balls firmly in her hand, and with the other, reached for a scalpel, brought the steel tip of the extremely sharpened medical instrument to the tender skin of my lover's ball sac, and proceeded to cut into the flesh with it, slicing the blade of the scalpel downward, incising the flesh, exposing the testicles.

I thought I was going to faint for a moment when I saw my boyfriend's actual balls for the first time. They almost looked unnatural, unhuman, surrounded only by blood and a thin layer of broken flesh.

My boyfriend didn't look very nervous at the sight of his own blood and exposed testicles, but his body did seem to twitch of it own natural accord due to the trauma it was experiencing.

I walked over to my somewhat nervous lover and held his hand, as my sister tied the dangling cords of his tesicles off, clamped the cords tightly with a hemostat, took a pair of medical shears in her hand, and cut the testicles free of their vas diferens and removed them completely from his body, and placed them in a nearby o.r. tray that she had brought from the hospital.

My boyfriend's body started to convulse slightly with the change it had recently underwent, but my lover never lost consciousness. He was in no pain or discomfort. His body had undergone a very serious operation, and it was only reacting to the change.

I kissed my boyfriend's somewhat sweaty forehead, as my sister undid the hemostat and the elastic band, stitched up my boyfriend's scrotal sac very neatly, and cleaned up the wound. After all the medical supplies were packed, she gave my lover some antibiotics that would help prevent infection and it would also make him sleep comfortably.

As my boyfriend grew drowsy, I helped him into bed so he could rest and kissed him goodnight. I then escorted my sister to the door, and thanked her for her professionalism that evening in castrating my lover. She was about to leave, when she asked me what I wanted to do with my boyfriend's testicles? I told her that I would like to keep them. So he said she would put them in a special jar preserving fluid for me so I could always have them. I thanked her one last time, and she left.

A few days later my sister returned with my lover's testicles in a jar of fromaldihide solution for my safe keeping. She also removed the stitches from my boyfriend's empty scrotal sac, examined the healed wound and said that there was no sign of infection, and that we could make love whenever we felt ready. Luckily, my lover had only felt a slight drop in sexual desire and function for the first few days prior to the operation. Since, he has been able to get and maintain an erection for several moments at a time.

That evening, my boyfriend and I had made passionate love. We both exchanged oral favors to one another, and I enjoyed sucking on my lover's cock without its balls, my eyes fixed on the slightly shriveled sac that had once contained two testicles - and as my lover fucked me, I took fun in fingering his empty ball sac like a woman's clit. I never came so hard in my life, being fucked by my eunuch lover.

My beloved was now a eunuch. He was my eunuch.

And as for his balls, I prominently displayed them on the nightstand next to my bed, so it would be the first thing that my boyfriend and I saw in the morning when we woke, to the last thing we saw before we went to sleep at night.

And I always made sure that it was his testicles he would be what he saw whenever we made love.

Although he was somewhat disappointed that he couldn't father children now, I was sure to tell him that the night he was going to be castrated, I reminded him that I made sure that he wasn't wearing a condom when we had "true" sex for the last time.

The time when he came freely within me...and impreganted me with our child.