Cancer Prevention

Although I don't look it, I am 40. Using charm and deception, 19-20 year-old virgins would give me their great gift and my sexual behavior had remained completely selfish and obsessive. I had done it all, had every kind of girl and done everything I had ever wanted sexually and romantically. My career goals suffered as a result. Also in a former marriage I produced a son to carry on the family name, and so when a recent PSA test indicated elevated levels and my urologist put me on a six-month re-testing schedule, I knew that cancer was inevitable. And so I set about to find a female cutter to turn fantasy into reality.

I grew frustrated with my contacts until I found "Lady T." Along with emails and photos we exchanged phone calls. 5'6", 128 pounds, light brown hair, brown eyes, a 34 B/C, with a sexy accent and pleasant voice - immediately I was captivated. Upon agreeing to payment terms, location and a date, I hung up with her and made my flight arrangements to Zihuatanejo, Mexico. I booked us the best suite at a resort hotel, made arrangements at work for a five-day weekend, and waited.

On the flights I was questioning my own sanity ... heading to Mexico to deliver my family jewels into the hands of a stranger. Yet my cock remained hard for the duration of the flights. Nervous and excited to the core - I cannot find the words to describe the anticipation that I felt.

Eventually the plane landed in Ixtape and I cabbed it over to the Las Brisas. There in the hotel lobby, we recognized each other. All we could manage were some uncomfortable smiles and an awkward hug. In the room, I could not take my eyes off of her; she was physically perfect for me, her slim, tan body looking delicious in her little summer dress and gold strappy sandals. I suggested that we go down to the pool for a few drinks and a swim, and she agreed. I asked her if she wanted me to change in the bathroom, and she shook her head. Peeling off my shirt, socks, shorts, and finally boxers, I watched her eyes dart quickly over my thickly muscled torso and stomach, quickly to the site of my half-erect cock and tight ballsack, then back to my eyes. She kept a poker face, this woman is cool-headed, I noted.

At poolside we consumed a pitcher of margaritas and both loosened up. We talked about everything except the reason for the meeting. She jumped into the pool to cool off and I followed. We splashed each other and swam; we played like honeymooners and really seemed to hit it off. If this had been a first date, I would have actually opened to the possibility of a real romance with her. There was nothing about her I didn't like. We swam to the bar in the middle of the pool and ordered more margaritas. I was too loose to feel very surprised as she placed her hand on my thigh beneath the water, then snaked it up my leg, beneath the swim trunks, and onto my balls. She grabbed them and gently tugged.

"James," she said, looking at me pleadingly, "Are you SURE about this? I mean it's not like you can glue them back on. It's permanent. The changes are permanent. You won't ever want sex again, you won't have those thoughts anymore."

I looked at her long and hard, then ordered another margarita and gulped it down. "I like you, you're a nice guy. I wouldn't have agreed to the possibility of having sex with you if I didn't believe this. I'm not a prostitute and never will be. So I really need to know that you are sure. I mean, I'll go through with it but, James ..."

"But what?" I said impatiently.

"I wouldn't mind dating you back in the real world. Nevermind, forget I said it. Let's go get a shower and start your preparation."

Back in the room we showered together, lathering one another. She put her dress back on but not her panties, then put on her sandals. I started to get dressed but she stopped me. "James, lay on the bed." With a honey wax kit warmed in the microwave, she pressed the cloth strips onto my entire groin and zipped them off. It stung like crazy and I closed my legs, whining about the pain. "This would be a good time to figure out where I'm going to tie you up." She got up, looked around, then walked over to the table in the room and turned it upside down. It was a sturdy wooden table with four legs. Laying down some towels and a pillow she motioned for me to lie down inside the upturned table. Using rope from inside her luggage she tied my legs apart to the legs of the table, my ankles high above my head, then my arms. She gave me a Brazilian waxing until my groin and ass were plucked smooth. Rubbing cream into the reddened flesh, I grew very hard.

"James, let's do a practice run shall we?" I nodded. From her luggage she withdrew a purse containing plastic electrical ties, some betadine, cotton swabs, and condoms. From my suitcase, at my direction she found the new hunter's knife, shiny and sharp, with a gut hook near the back of the tip. At the sight of her holding the knife, my cock throbbed and my balls tightened.

Carefully arranging the items on the towel, she took two of the plastic ties and placed them near my groin. She made a noose with a piece of rope and slipped it over my balls, then drew it tight, strangling my sack. She wound the rope over the ceiling fan then tied the other end around a vinyl gym bag. Making multiple trips to the bathroom, she emptied icebuckets full of water into the gym bag and my balls started to get pulled away from my body. She answered before I could ask. "We agreed I'd keep the coin purse, so I'm maximizing my prize. The more your sack is stretched, the more skin for my harvest." Several gallons later I was moaning, as it was beginning to get quite painful. One more bucket full and I was nearly screaming."

"It's ok, James! She said, trotting over to me, removing her golden sandal and sticking her big toe in my mouth to quiet me. I sniffed and sucked her sole and toe and grew very hard despite the pain. She removed her other sandal, turned facing my feet, and squatted down, her dress falling all around me. Suddenly I was inside a tent with enough light getting through to see her perfectly groomed vagina and anus. Then she made contact. "Go ahead, James, inhale, lick me."

My balls really ached but her pleasant musk and silken skin served as a sweet distraction from the pain. I sniffed and licked her until I was in a delirium of passion. From her groans and hip thrusts I knew that my experienced tongue was succeeding as it had done so many times before with others. With her velvety soft hands she played with my cock which felt wonderful, and when she closed her lips around my shaft I felt the beginnings of a powerful climax welling deep within. Somehow she sensed it, got off of me, untied my balls and emptied the gym bag into the shower. I was simultaneously relieved and disappointed, Quickly she returned, removing her dress. Smiling down at me, she looked exquisite.

"James, about our terms ..."

"Look in my suitcase. You will find $1,000.00 in cash inside the left inner zippered pocket. She found it, looked at, and placed it in her purse.

"James, we agreed on $2,500.00."

"Yes, I put the balance in the safe in the closet. Only I know the combination. After you've completed your job, I'll open it. This is my way of ensuring you don't skip out."

After staring at me, she nodded. "OK, I can live with that," she said.

"Remember our phone conversations though. I might chicken out. I might offer to double the money or something if you stop the procedure. You can NOT let this happen! You need to protect me against myself and don't let me talk you out of it."

She smiled. "James, hear me now, believe me later: NOTHING you can say nor do will stop this once I've asked you the final question. Don't worry your pretty little head!" I smiled back.

Straddling me she began kissing me, rubbing herself forward and backward along my cock. DAMN I wanted her! Easily she was as attractive as any virgin I deflowered 10 years her junior. Moreso, as she knew how to move, how to express herself. I was SO turned on. Slipping a condom onto me, she slid down on my pole and there I was, trapped deep inside her warm envelope. She kissed me as she rode me. I asked her to untie me so that I could play with her breasts, and she put her finger over my mouth to shut me up. She didn't cum but she sure was making noise, and I felt like I needed to let go. Again, she sensed it and stopped humping me. "What's wrong?" I asked breathily.

She went to the bathroom and returned with a warm wet washcloth. This she used to clean me off. The condom she pulled off and my cock was glistening with precum. Pulling my sack away from me, she closed one of the electrical ties far down on my sack at the very bottom. Giving one last tremendous tug on my balls that made me cry out, she tightened the tie until it bit into my flesh. She then wrapped the other tie close to my groin, high up on the scrotal neck, gave one more major pull and locked the other tie. There was a pencil-thin inch long neck of scrotal flesh now turning purple between the two ties. Looking down at her handiwork, she smiled contentedly.

"Um, the big day isn't until Monday, right?" I asked.

"Yes James. This is a rehearsal remember? Just a dry-run, relax."

Using the cotton balls, she wiped betadine on the pencil-thin scrotal neck. It was yellow and smelled pungeant. Standing, giving me one last look at her perfect ass, again she slowly squatted down. I studied her sex and my cock jumped. Finally I was drowning in her juices, with her tight little wrinkled anus nestled firmly on my nose.

I licked and sucked and inhaled her, drawing her juices deep inside my nostrils, lapping up every precious drop. Her mouth closed around my cock as she humped my face and sucked hard on my swollen member. My balls began to ache and, sensing this, she massaged them. Again I felt the twinges of a sunami wave of cum starting deep inside my loins. From her groans I knew we were right in sync, building toward a mutual orgasm. I was swimming in lust at that moment. I was completely hers.

"James, if I wanted to cut you right now instead of Monday, what would you say?" she asked, then resumed her slow, steady sucking.

"Mmm, I'd say yes, cut me now, cut off my balls, they belong to you now, 'Lady T' - you deserve them," I groaned.

"You sure, James?"

I heard her, and I truly felt every word that issued from my mouth as if in slow motion, and it felt right and felt good. "Yes, I swear it. I'm yours to keep."

She humped my face and hoovered my cock until the world started to swim. I was intoxicated from her musk and chemistry, and about to cum. She sensed it but this time she picked up her pace. I bucked my hips to force more of my cock into her silky little mouth, and it took only seconds to slide over the edge from which no man has ever returned. My explosive climax was inevitable.

I felt a pinprick. All of a sudden I exploded into her mouth, the first wave. Her silken thighs clamped around my head and she vibrated and shuddered in her own waves, grinding against my face then suddenly stopping, dead stop, total seizure. I opened my mouth wide to accept her warm honey and gratefully drank it down my throat. My cock thrust into her mouth, my hips bucking as wave after exquisite wave of release issued through my entire body. I felt no pain anywhere, my balls felt numb and pleasant. Fifteen seconds for both of us as our bodies relaxed and released into each other. I was really starting to have second thoughts about the castration. I liked this woman, she was the hottest little thing I'd ever met.

She collapsed atop me, and continued playing with my cock. Slowly the feelings of pain returned to my balls which I thought by now must be purple if not black. Giving my cock one last lick, she swung her leg over and crawled off me. Then I saw my ballsack clutched in her hand, and blood on the white towel beneath my groin. The realization hit me all at once. Studying my face, 'Lady T' smiled at my reaction.

"Wasn't as bad as you thought it would be, was it, James?" she asked, smiling. I shook my head. Part of me wanted to cry and I did sob twice. But I knew this thing had to happen and immediately my entire mind set about to remind myself that this needed to happen, to save me from an almost certain future of cancer. After a few quick stitches she untied me, lead me to the bed, layed me down and sucked on my lifeless cock. "You're still a man, James, you always will be, don't be afraid. You'll still fill-out those jeans quite nicely, bucko."

I nuzzled against her warm breast. Under the sheet I began to feel very cold. She held me like that for what must have been an hour, then I dozed. When I awoke she was standing next to a room service cart, opening the metal lids and looking at the food contained therein. "Hungry baby?" she asked. I shook my head as clearly I felt nauseated, but I also felt deep regret. I wanted this woman. I wanted to ask her to marry me and take care of me for the rest of my eunuch life. But I knew that we were just business associates and that my brain must be filled with bizarre hormones at this point. Thus I remained silent. I watched her eat. "Any regrets, James?" she asked.

"None, 'Lady T,'" I replied. "Thanks, I'll pay you when I can stand."

"No need, sugar," she said through a mouth full of food. We still have a few days. I'll stay here and take care of you until you can move freely. Until then, I'm going to do everything I can to fuck you again, I want to be the last woman you ever penetrate." So for the rest of the weekend she managed to coax a few erections and weak dribble cums out of me. This was comforting to me and by Tuesday morning I was ready to go home, ready in every way. We still keep in touch via email and occasionally phone. She has a boyfriend now, but she tells me that I was the most special man she's ever met and never ceases to thank me for the changepurse.