I had been chatting with this guy on line for a few weeks, didn’t really think anything would come of it. He saw me online at eunuch.org in the chat room and started a conversation with me. Come to find out he was from the same state as me, bout 150 miles away. He asked me what I was looking for. I told him I wanted to have my cock cut off. He thought that was hot, asked me if I wanted to lose my balls too, told him I didn’t. After a few questions as to why I wanted to do this I basically told him that I wanted to go through the rest of my life frustrated. He responded with “Nice…” We exchanged email addresses and then I signed off. I don’t think I was really serious about losing my cock; it seemed to be more of a fantasy then anything. Sure I’d band it for an hour or so and get it as numb as I could then struggle to get off. That really turned me on.

I got up one morning and checked my email and sure enough, even though a week or so had passed, there was an email from that guy I met on eunuch. Basically he asked if I remembered him, told me his name was Justin and gave me his yahoo chat name. I promptly added him to my buddy list. Then he signed on. We chatted a little and he started asking me questions about cutting off my cock. He was curious as to why I really wanted to lose it. I was sort of frustrated because I thought we had already covered that territory, but he insisted that he wanted to know more. What could I say? Well I told him how I had always masturbated, since I was like 5 years old. I play with it every single day and I am driven to distraction by it. It’s gotten to a point where it just seems like I take for granite that I have a cock, I don’t really appreciate it being between my legs enough to really deserve having it there. To lose it would be justifiable punishment. That really turned him on. He replied with “WOW”… “So you’d give it up willingly then?” I responded with no. I told him that I couldn’t make that decision; it would have to be removed by force. He responded with “I could do that.” I told him I had to go, I was shaking by this point and I needed to cum bad. I started pulling on my dick imagining Justin meeting me and us getting into a bondage session and him just cutting it off… I came pretty quickly.

I checked my email later that day and sure enough Justin wrote me another one. He said that he enjoyed chatting with me. Gave me his phone number and told me to call him. I thought bout it, wasn’t sure if this was such a good idea, but my heart was pounding enough to make me do it. I dialed *67 first, then his number, that way he wouldn’t be able to get my number. It rang for what seemed like an eternity, and then he answered. He had a nice voice, not too deep. He asked me what I was up too, told him I was just sitting here with my cock out stroking it. We talked about this and that, and he started talking bout how he wanted to take my cock. It got so hard that it jumped in rhythm with my heart beat. I told him he could have it if he wanted. This was just cyber talk, right? I told him how it was basically just a worthless piece of skin that dangled between my legs. He cooed “oh yeah.” Then he really got into it. “I’d love to tie you up and use it and then hear you plead for me to take it from you.” I responded with “oh yeah, that sounds nice, then when I realized you were going to really take it from me I’d start crying and pleading for you not to.” I was dripping pre-cum at this point. He growled into the phone, “When can we do this?” I stumbled around and made excuses as to why I couldn’t get together this week. “Maybe next week” I told him. He seemed disappointed. “I could come to your place and we can play if your concerned bout traveling?” I told him that would be cool. After telling him I’d email him directions I said my goodbyes and hung up. Was I really going to do this? I’ve never met this guy before, what if he was totally fucked up and not what he seems? I wondered if he was capable of killing me… I held off on sending him an email and directions. I couldn’t get myself to commit to this.

I’ve always enjoyed walking around and hanging out naked from the waist down. I liked just holding my cock and playing with it as I watched TV or while playing on the computer. I clean naked, just so I can brush my penis up against things. When I vacuum I like to take the hose and put it up against my cock and let the suction stretch it thin like a finger as it swallows it. I’ve always done shit like this, all the way back to when I was a kid. Sure my cock was worthless, but it meant a lot to me. It was like the object of an addiction, something that I couldn’t seem to leave alone or live without. Like an alcoholic in a room full of liquor. I guess that is why I wanted to lose it. I knew how much it meant to me.

A week passed and I hadn’t bothered emailing Justin. I figured he’d forgotten or had just given up on meeting me. I checked my email and sure enough there was an email from him with an attached photo. I promptly opened it. My god, he was stunning. My heart pounded away in my chest. I wrote him an email back and sent him a picture of me. I gave him directions to my house and told him that he could come by on Thursday if he wanted. Well to make a long story short, he never came by on Thursday. Actually I didn’t hear from him anymore for a few months. I looked for him online; he never seemed to sign onto yahoo anymore, so I just forgot about him. What a fool I was…

It happened early in the morning, I was getting ready for work when the doorbell rang. I rinsed the shaving cream off of my face and threw on some pants and answered the door. It was some older guy, looked to be in his 50’s. He told me he was in the neighborhood and he saw my rainbow flag and thought he’d take a chance and ring my doorbell. Wow, how presumptuous of this fellow. I told him I was sorry, that I couldn’t help him, I had to get ready for work and this just wasn’t going to happen. I thought about that damn flag, I’m taking it down as soon as he leaves. Well, when I went to close the door I couldn’t, his foot was in the way. That was when he let me catch a peak of the gun that he had concealed inside his jacket. My heart started pounding and my breath became shallow. I was at a loss. He forced his way in and I have to admit I didn’t give any resistance. He told me to put on some shoes and to shut things off and that I was coming with him. He also added that I might not be coming back anytime soon. Fuck, what I have gotten myself into!

I kept thinking bout all the people that I had talked to and this just wasn’t ringing any bells. I did like he said and put on my shoes; he followed close behind me and watched every move I made. My cock was hard as a rock. Once I shut everything off he led me out the front door, warning me not to make a scene. He drove an old Cadillac, kind of beat up. He put me in the front seat and closed the door; there was no handle to use to get out. He briskly walked around to the driver’s side and got in. He produced a pair of handcuffs and demanded I present my hands, I did and he promptly locked them up. As we backed out of the drive way I started crying. He didn’t say anything, he just looked straight ahead. We stopped after driving for about an hour and he got out. We were on a dirt road in the middle of no where. He had a hood and some rope, he got me out of the front seat and put the hood on me and tied the rope round my neck to keep it securely on. Then he laid me down in the back seat and shut the door. I kept pleading to know what he was going to do to me, my cock was still rock hard. It knew. We finally stopped driving and I heard the tires pulling into a gravel drive. He got out and fished me out of the back seat. We went up some steps and then inside the house.

He took my clothes off, my shoes and pants first. When he pulled my underwear down he laughed. “You’re right, that is a worthless piece of skin!” “Justin?” “Yep…” I get it now… Once my shoes were off I could feel the cold concrete under my feet. I was terrified, my cock was now trying to crawl into me, it knew. He secured me to a table. My legs were spread wide open, I was helpless. When he had me where he wanted me he took off the hood and the first thing I saw was a tray of surgical tools. “I use to be a surgical assistant…” Justin never mentioned that. “This is what you want, least you said this is what you wanted. Plead your case, plead to keep it.” I couldn’t, I didn’t have it in me, least not at the moment. After a few minutes of silence he took my cock in his hand and pulled on it. It was still soft so it stretched out thin. “This is no thicker than my middle finger, looks like a little boy’s penis. With that he picked up a needle and proceeded to inject it into the base, that’s when I found my voice. “No, don’t! It was just a fantasy; it’s always been a fantasy!” He just smiled and proceeded to inject the other side of my cock. “You said it was worthless and that losing it would be the ultimate punishment for playing with it all the time. You should have had it cut off when you were a boy. If I had been your father I would have cut it off the first time I caught you playing with it.” I got hard. He seemed to know what he was doing. He was very proficient. After he was through with the injections he inserted a Foleys catheter, I didn’t feel a thing. “Well this is indeed the ultimate punishment. You won’t be pulling on this anymore.” I had imagine that at this point I’d be blubbering and begging for him not to do it, but it never came to that. I was resigned to my fate; I was relieved that it was finally going to happen. I can’t really describe what it was like as he was cutting around the shaft. He had wisely put an elastrator band as far down on the root of the cock as he could, so there was a lot of bleeding, but not as much as there could have been. I passed out after he had made the first deep incision. I was never one for gore. When I came to a few minutes later I looked down to see him stitching me up. My cock was on the tray bloody and flattened out. You could make out the head of it but that was bout it. I couldn’t believe that it actually happened. He took it. Justin looked at me and told me that I was going to stay with him for a few days so he could keep the bandages changed and to make sure that it didn’t get infected. The angry man that abducted me was now a nice fellow that was concerned about me.

Well here I am now, back at home. I lost my job because I didn’t show up for a couple of days. I lost my dick and I’m horny as hell. Justin left me a nub, bout an inch from my groin. I can pee standing up still, but it’s not as fun. I miss my cock sorely. It’s what I wanted, I know… It’s not what I had expected, it’s worse. My thoughts never stray from my cock. My hands are constantly rubbing my new nub. I look at every guy now that I see and think that son of a bitch has a cock and I don’t. I want to touch theirs and to hold it like I use to mine. I long constantly for the feeling of a cock in my hand. My balls ache, but I have enough sensitivity in my nub that I can still get off. It’s just not as fun as it was when I was able to play with my cock. I made a mistake… This isn’t what I wanted.