A computer tech and a paramedic enjoy married life in San Francisco.
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It had gotten to the point that I felt every vein of his cock has he thrust in and out of my boy vagina. His eleven inches probed every part of my ass with his multiple thrusts. This was the third time this evening that he took me, and would be the second time he’d spray his seed up my butt. The first time his seed slid down my throat and I could still taste him in my mouth. I looked down at my semi-hard dick. Clear fluid leaked out of it with each of his thrusts. I laid my head upon our pillows and watched my cock bounce with each of this thrusts. His hands wrapped tighter around my waist and he pulled me harder. I had to lift back up on my hands and to maintain the position he so liked. I stared forward at the clear box at the head of the bed, no doubt he looked at that box a dozen or so times every time we fucked. The two orbs suspended within the box were a reminder to the both of us of his position, and of mine. As he neared climax I felt the orgasm that I’d grown accustomed to run through my body. While I retained those orbs I had little sensation beyond what my cock felt, now with those orbs on the headboard and out of me I felt every part of my body react to the orgasm he’d inspired in my prostate. My head again went to the pillow as my shoulders and back jerked rhythmically to the pulses in my prostate. My nipples felt as if they were about to launch off of my chest directly into the mattress beneath us. “Yes Kiley, yes…” Erik moaned as he felt my sphincter pulse against his thrusts. With a few quick thrusts he gave me his seed and collapsed on top of me. My knees slid down under his weight into the wet spot my precum had created. Erik bit my ear and the spasms wracked my body even further. “Stop, I’m spent.” I moaned. “I could go a few more rounds, if necessary…” he said as his cock pulled from my now-wet hole. He was the only man I’d known who could have multiple orgasms, and not only that but be ready for me in five minutes after his orgasm. I fell in love with him shortly before I turned 19. He was 29 then and was swarthy and handsome, his career set and his income high he insisted that I continue at college. I had finished what I started back when I was 17 and was beginning my career as a paramedic. He had a nice flat in San Francisco and I moved in with him. We enjoyed the still peacefulness of our surroundings and lived happily for quite some time. The only problem we needed to overcome was the fact that as long as I didn’t reach orgasm I could survive his (sometimes) five-orgasm-a-night habit. Unfortunately, as soon as I’d reached my orgasm I was done and unable to go any further. Once, he had continued fucking me for two more orgasms after I’d done but he wasn’t comfortable with it and he considered it akin to rape. ‘I will not be a rapist…’ he said one night. I knew it was very important to him and we tried for a long time to work out a solution. It was lucky that it took me a long time to cum anyway. I could last through two, sometimes three, of his delicious onslaughts before I’d explode without warning, or even touching myself. Then the problem would persist. I was a natural at blowjobs. We developed a pattern where I’d take, and swallow, him orally two times then let him fuck me as many after that as I could stand. It worked for a while, but as I got better at my “oral work” he seemed to get hornier. A couple of weeks before my 20th birthday I had responded with my partner to the scene of a rather nasty motor vehicle accident between a large truck and a small sports car. The driver, some young high school student, was trapped under the steering wheel and injured badly. The passenger, a classmate I suppose, was killed in the accident. The vehicle was beginning to get that smell of electricity around it and the smoke rose from under the hood. My partner, a veteran paramedic of eighteen years, explained that we get him out now or we call for two coroners. The way he was pinned under the steering wheel gave us no choice but to break one of his legs. We had done so and maneuvered him just a bit when we discovered that his low-hangers were trapped under the steering wheel and compacted into the seat. The flames came up through the hood as the other paramedic team removed the passenger from the vehicle. The only choice, explained my partner was to amputate what was trapped. He had the boys arms and was pulling on the unconscious body so the task was left to me. With the scalpel I made quick debris of his pants and underwear, I directed my partner to return the driver’s body to the seat, as he did that I could pull the boy’s testicles towards the brake pedal. That being done, a quick swipe later his orbs rested on the mat on the floor and we were running with his body away from the wreckage which exploded when we’d made it 30 feet away. The boy woke two days later in the hospital with injuries consistent with a car crash, and a eunuch. My partner couldn’t get over the fact that the boy wasn’t a man anymore. I was commended by him for my quick action, thinking, and knife work. Jokingly, as a way to recover from the thought of being nutted, my partner would talk of the boy never having kids and never getting it up without drugs. I couldn’t get over the fact that I’d done it. The erection that sprang forth during the quick procedure and the precum that stained my underwear when I’d gotten home were a big surprise. Also, the thought of fucking him, or taking his seedless load down my throat got me off on more than one night while Erik was on a road trip for his company. I don’t know when it came to me, but as I thought of the boy’s situation and of Erik’s and my only problem I determined to bring the same solution upon myself. Sure, I’d take the hormones to remain man-like and to please Erik physically, but I’d determined that if I dropped the dose of the hormone a bit I could last for Erik. He’d come and gone four times on road trips and this day he called me from LAX to tell me that his flight was going to be on time, could I pick him up at the airport? Our usual tradition was to fuck madly in the living room as soon we crossed the threshold and closed the door, this time I was planning for that. Four hours before he was to arrive I shaved my balls and took two painkillers, three hours before I applied two elastrator bands, one hour before I took a nice hot shower and cleaned myself out for his proper entry, thirty minutes before his arrival I was on the freeway heading south to the airport with my dying testicles underneath the steering wheel. I picked him up, we made haste home, and as tradition demanded we were naked by the time the deadbolt was thrown. It was dim in the house and he hadn’t noticed anything out of the norm yet. I took him in my mouth, paying homage to the erect penis I wouldn’t have again. He came twice in my mouth in quick succession then maneuvered me over the coffee table where he took me another two times. My cock was raging and once in a while I’d hear it bang against the underside of the table when he pushed especially hard. He reached between my legs and jumped back in surprise. “Kiley, what’s going on?” he asked, a little stunned, “your nuts are freezing and tight in their sack.” I gently explained to him what I had in mind. At first he protested saying he wanted me to be a man, I explained to him that I would remain a man. Then I switched to my seductive voice and before long he was carrying me to the bed. I told him I wanted him to be the one to take my manhood, he explained to me that he liked the velvety feel of my shaved sac. I told him that time was still on our side if he wanted to keep my sac, but the nuts were dead. He indicated that he wanted to save the sac and I told him that I wouldn’t be able to without his help. He laid me on the bed on my back and I let me legs sag to the sides exposing my purplish sack. He retrieved my medical bag as instructed and laid a temp cloth under my ass. He was nervous as he, shaking, told me that he was a computer tech not a surgeon. I laughed a bit and explained to him that he wouldn’t hurt me as it was all numb down there. I had to take the scalpel from him though and I sliced through the sac, opening the passage for the constrained testicles to pop out. The jumped into my hand and I asked Erik to hold them, with a quick swipe they were in his possession and no longer mine. He, gently carrying the orbs, went into the bathroom as instructed and put them in a glass of alcohol. He brought some alcohol and the elastrator as I cleaned up the minor mess. He applied two elastrator bands just a few millimeters of the new opening and I cut the previous two bands with the scalpel. As he put everything away solemnly he turned to me on the bed with another hardon… “I wish we could do that all over.” He said softly. “Sorry,” I began, staring at the man who now stood above me with his cock dripping fluid on my hardon that was thumping against my bellybutton, “only one shot at making a man into a boy.” “You’re a boy?” he asked calmly, I could tell the tone in his voice was of complete sexual excitement. “Yes, my love, and I will remain so for you forever.” I responded grabbing my hardon and pumping a few times. Seconds later he’d entered me again and was staring at my face as I felt him inside of me. His hand fondled my empty sac which was stinging a bit from the returned blood flow. The sensation reminded me of the action we had carried out previously and of the two orbs sitting in a glass of alcohol in the bathroom. In short order I was pulsing against his invasion and I let go of my cock as it spewed it’s last cum-filled orgasm across my chest. Erik pulled out as his orgasm shot and the liquids joined each other on my body. Erik was down on my chest licking me clean and savoring my last man seed. We held each other all night long and he held me as I drifted off to sleep after I had to take a few more pain killers. It was a couple of weeks later when he was fucking me and the tail of my sac, held by the two bands fell off taking the bands with them. My empty pink sac swung freely underneath me as I looked up at my two orbs suspended in a plastic polymer for us to remember our last night together when we were both men. By then I had already discovered the proper dose of testosterone to keep me at the level I was on before my being nutted. But, in the time when I couldn’t seem to regulate it, I discovered that my orgasm had moved away from my penis and flowed through my whole body. I dropped my dosage to 50% of what I would have normally had if those orbs remained in me, I had just enough to have a weak morning erection. My ten incher shrunk and shrunk until it was around four inches. My prostate shrunk a bit too and it seemed to give Erik more room to move within me. It was about six months after the castration, when I had shrunk down to about six inches that I gave up on masturbating. I hadn’t had an orgasm by myself since just before the castration. It took Erik probing inside of me to even get me hard anyway. So, I awaited Erik’s arrivals and dreaded his departures. He got into the pattern of grabbing my sac occasionally and using it as a handle when he fucked me while I was on my back, but that too shrank and now he would just stroke it with his thumb. I discovered that in sex change surgeries they’d use the scrotum as the lips for the vagina and as I got used to having orgasms in different places I understood the reasoning behind using that skin in that position. This thumb on my scrotum would cause my four incher to spring to semi-hard and start leaking. Erik never complained that I had gotten smaller, he never gave me a blowjob anyway. He had always liked touching my sac anyway and this gave him more of an ability to be rough with it, since there was nothing in it to be damaged. My hair growth on my body had gotten finer and when I shaved, which I now removed all my pubic hair, it took much longer to grow back. When it did it was softer and more blonde than it was before. A year after my castration, when I was a few months shy of 22 years old, I only leaked clear fluid out of my penis, it would generally remain limp when I was paying homage to Erik’s erection but would spring a little bit when he penetrated my waiting hole. It had cured our problem, I was always ready for him to fuck me long term. It took me a while to reach my orgasm and when I did it was powerful enough for the both of us. His cum would fill my mouth and my ass. Our sexual activity increased, he was much happier with the results than I had ever anticipated and he loved me. I lay there, on our bed with him sliding towards his side of the bed when I had the urge to give him a blowjob. I loved the feel of his hardness in my mouth as my limp dick swung between my legs. I took him one more time that night as I looked up at him filling my mouth and saw my nuts on the headboard above his head. God was I glad to be rid of them.