My Eunuch - Part 3

Watching him moving up and down on top of me is an intense turn-on. I can see all the changes that have taken place since his balls were removed. His penis is limp, as it’s always been in the six months since the castration. His body has grown softer, and the taut muscles that once stood out on his chest and stomach have vanished. I can even see the beginnings of small breasts under his pink nipples. Eric’s body is now nearly hairless, since his testosterone level has dropped off to nearly nothing.

I try to hold back, but my orgasm explodes almost immediately. Eric smiles and leans forward, kissing me, as he eases his ass off my dick. He collapses next to me, and we hold each other until the sun begins to fill the room.

One day I came home from work, and found Eric surfing the Internet. “Look at this!” he said excitedly, pointing toward the screen. A handsome young man was standing, hands on hips, a big smile on his face. His crotch was totally smooth – no balls, no hair, no cock.

“Isn’t that great? Don’t you think he looks beautiful?” Eric asked. I had to admit he did. I could feel my cock swelling as I looked at the image on the computer.

In the days that followed, Eric found more pictures like that on the Web. He started talking about how being a nullo was a logical step after castration. That’s when I asked him if he was thinking about having it done to him, too.

“Yes,” he said, blushing. “I can’t stop thinking about it, actually.”

Eric explained that without his balls, his penis was unnecessary. Having it removed would give him a totally smooth crotch, making his transformation to a eunuch complete.

“But how would you piss?” I asked. Simple, he responded. A new pisshole would be made down near his anus. It’s done all the time, he said.

“So, you’d have to squat to piss, just like a woman,” I said, smiling. The idea excited him a lot, he admitted, grinning broadly.

The next time we made love, I realized that Eric was right. His penis was just an unattractive piece of flesh now, detracting from the beauty of his castration. Since having his balls removed, Eric’s dick had shrunk considerably. There didn’t seem to be any point to keeping it any longer.

“But how could you have it done? No doctor will agree to cutting it off,” I asked him.

“I’ve found a few cutters on the Web who have done it,” he said. “It’s called a penectomy. I wouldn’t have to go into a hospital or anything. It could be done right here in our home.”

I agreed on the spot. We contacted a cutter, and he scheduled a surgery for the following weekend.

John was a handsome guy, only in his early 30s. He explained that he was still in medical school, and doing operations like this helped him pay his bills. Plus, he liked helping out guys who wanted to have body mods, since very few doctors will perform the procedures.

He examined Eric’s penis, commenting on how small it had gotten since the castration. It was barely 3 inches long. John said there would be no problem performing the operation.

After numbing Eric’s crotch, John threaded a catheter down Eric’s cock. He then unwrapped a set of stainless steel instruments from a towel. I watched with rising interest as he selected a scalpel to begin the penectomy.

I held Eric’s hand as John prepared to make the first cut. Eric smiled at me and squeezed my hand. We were both excited by what was happening.

John worked deliberately, making an incision around the base of Eric’s cock. He stopped several times to tie off blood vessels and prevent excess bleeding. I was surprised how little blood there was as the blade bit into the shaft, loosening its grip.

About 10 minutes after he began, John lifted Eric’s penis away from his body, and pulled it over the catheter. He placed the severed organ on Eric’s chest, then continued cutting into his crotch. Since some of the penis extends into the body, it was necessary to remove all that tissue in order for Eric’s crotch to be smooth afterwards.

Finally, John stitched up the wound and dropped the dead flesh into a steel bowl. The penectomy was complete, and now he’d have to create a new opening for Eric to urinate through.

John measured a few inches from Eric’s anus and began cutting. He then pushed a balloon up into Eric’s bladder. This would be removed when Eric was ready to piss on his own.

It all took less than an hour. John gave Eric an injection, and my eunuch drifted off to sleep.

That was just over a month ago now. I’m looking at Eric’s crotch now, and it’s beautiful. Only a pair of thin lines are visible where his cock and balls used to be.

I kiss the crotch, working my way down. Eric moans as my tongue probes his new piss hole. I move on to his asshole, wetting it for the invasion of my cock.

Eric has a blissful look on his face as I fuck him. I look down as my cock thrusts in and out of his ass. Seeing his smooth, hairless crotch puts me over the edge, and my cum explodes inside him.

My dick softens and slips from his asshole. I pull off the cum-filled condom and drop it on the night table. Eric and I hold each other, our breathing gradually slowing. I run my fingers over his bare crotch. It’s the perfect moment.

"Thank you," he whispers.