My Eunuch - Part 4 - The Conclusion

Our sex life was wonderful soon after his castration. But as time passed, his loss of testosterone reduced his sex drive dramatically. We made love less often, and his enthusiasm for it declined quite a bit. He lay beneath me as my cock plunged in and out of his ass, looking almost bored.

Both of us were unhappy; Eric because he no longer enjoyed lovemaking, and me because it was all so one-sided. I almost felt like I was using him, which was terrible because I love him so much.

We discussed putting Eric on hormone therapy, but he rejected the idea. He had adapted to his new body, and felt that bringing testosterone back into him would be too difficult to take.

And so, our lovemaking because almost non-existent. I found it easier just to masturbate when he wasn’t home, knowing that it wouldn’t impose on him. But this put distance between us. I began to fear that our relationship was starting to unravel.

At last I came to a decision, and I would tell Eric about it on our anniversary. We had a romantic candlelight dinner at our favorite restaurant, and then walked home. Not long after arriving, there was a knock at the door. Eric answered it, and was surprised to see John, my friend who performed Eric’s penectomy.

“What are you doing here?” Eric asked.

“Didn’t you tell him?” John said, looking puzzled at me.

I smiled and took Eric by the hand. “My love, I’ve made up my mind to join you as a eunuch,” I said. As Eric’s mouth dropped open, I explained my decision.

“Nothing is more important to me than our staying together,” I said, gently stroking his hair. “But it’s not working right now. The only way it’s going to work is if our bodies are the same. That’s why I asked John to come here tonight. My anniversary gift to both of us is to make this commitment. Right here. Right now.”

Eric’s eyes began to tear up. “God, I love you so much!” he sobbed, hugging me. I began crying too. Both of us knew that my decision would keep us together for the rest of our lives. That made it worth it to lose my sexuality forever.

I told John that I wanted Eric involved in the surgery as much as possible. He agreed, and soon we were all ready for the most important moment of our lives.

We covered our king-sized bed with a plastic spread, and then put several layers of white sheets on top. I lay naked near the front of the bed, my genitals hanging over the edge. John injected my crotch several times, and I felt the numbing start immediately.

“Eric, I want you to start by putting these bands on his sack,” John said, handing Eric a loaded elastrator. Eric carefully pushed the device over my scrotum, and released the first green band near the base of my penis. He watched as my balls bulged against the compressed skin, and began turning a dark purple. A second band was then added by Eric just below the first, turning my scrotum into a small, tight pouch.

“Great, Eric. You did that nicely. I wanted to use the bands because it keeps the bleeding to a minimum,” John said. He picked up a scalpel and placed it in Eric’s hand, then guided it toward my sack. “Right there, between the two bands. Place the tip and push firmly until it penetrates the skin. Don’t be afraid.”

I could see a look of distress on Eric’s face. “Don’t worry, babe,” I smiled at him. “This is for both of us. Go ahead. I want this to happen.”

Eric pushed the tip of the scalpel into my sack, causing a drop of blood to appear. “Keep going, Eric. Don’t stop until the blade is completely inside,” John said. A moment later, John took over and began to run the scalpel along the gap between the two bands. A red line appeared as the flesh parted.

Eric looked on with fascination as John penetrated deeper into my scrotum. “There they are, do you see his testicles?” John asked. I could see a smile start to spread across Eric’s face as he saw my balls emerge from my sack.

John tied off the cords and again handed the scalpel to Eric. I could see his hand shake slightly as he placed the stainless steel up against the cord of my right ball. Then, he quickly sliced through the cord, severing the testicle from my body.

John picked up the freed ball and placed it on a towel next to me. Moments later, Eric placed the scalpel up against the cord of my left ball. “This is it. Are you sure?” he asked. I smiled and nodded, and a second later my other ball was freed. I stared at the sight of my two testicles lying on the towel, realizing that I was now and forever a eunuch. The thought brought a smile to my face.

I felt a tugging at my penis as John began threading a catheter into my soft cock. After he finished, John placed a leather band tightly around the base of my cock. I could see the organ flush purple from the trapped blood.

Once again he handed the scalpel to Eric, and guided his hand until the blade rested on the side of my cock. Eric looked into my eyes for a sign, and I smiled and nodded. An instant later, the steel penetrated my dick, the first cut in my penectomy.

John took over from there. It took a long time for him to finish removing my cock, but we both watched in awe as he lifted the organ off the catheter and placed it alongside my testicles. I was now a complete eunuch, just like Eric.

That was a month ago. I’ve healed up nicely from the surgery, and Eric loves looking at my smooth crotch, taking his finger to trace the two scars that show where my manhood once was. “I love you,” he smiled, kissing the spot.

My sex drive has diminished rapidly since my nullification, and I can sense my body going through the same changes that Eric experienced. My nipples have grown larger and become much more sensitive. Soon I expect to have breasts the same as Eric’s.

At first I felt a sense of loss, knowing that I would never have another orgasm, but I knew that sacrifice was small. As I lay against Eric, our naked bodies close together, I realize that I made the right decision. We’ll always love each other, and now we can always be together.