My name is Katie and this is my story of my unfortunate husband's castration. Unlike some of the fantasies that I’ve read on this site his loss of his balls was something neither of us wanted. I thought you might be interested in a young married womans story of castration. Steve and I lived in the Far East for a few years for work reasons. We had a nice apartment as part of the employment package. A young girl called Shadeen cleaned our apartment daily. She told us a lot about the local customs and social set up. She also did some cleaning at a large palace in the city that belonged to a wealthy sheik. She told me that it contained a harem full of beautiful women from all over the world. These women were enticed by the sheiks envoys to spend a few years in the harem in return for large amounts of money. She teased me that I could make a lot of money if I went into the harem.

One day while Steve was at the office an official letter arrived addressed to both of us. I was puzzled when I read that Steve had been summoned to attend the palace where he was to go to the eunuchs quarters. I asked Shadeen to explain. She giggled when she read it.

"Do you know what a eunuch is?" she asked. I didn’t.

She explained that the sheik had to keep a regular supply of fit young men to guard the harem women but that in order to avoid temptation on both sides these men were castrated first. I was stunned. Steve to be castrated, it was awful. Surely there’s some mistake I said shakily.

"I doubt it," said Shadeen.

She went on to tell me that she knew several young men who had undergone castration including some former lovers.

"Weren’t you upset to have a lover castrated?" I asked.

She shook her head.

"If you are the wife or girlfriend of someone to be castrated you are allowed to attend the harem. In order to keep these wives and girlfriends satisfied the sheik keeps a few studs."

She also told me that these young men have big cocks and their job is to fuck on demand any of the eunuchs wives who want it. Failure to rise to the occasion would result in them too becoming eunuchs. Shadeen told me about the castration process as she had witnessed those previous boyfriends losing their balls.

"Its painless," she reassured me "As long as he co-operates. They usually castrate about ten at a time."

Imagine how I felt when I broke the news to Steve later. After the initial shock he too thought it must be a mistake perhaps a clerical error. Surely they would not castrate a foreign national. Shadeen sat with Steve and told him what she had told me. She urged him to co-operate as failure to do so could result in execution or long imprisonment. I was touched that he was concerned for me.

"How will you feel if I have no balls and no more erections?" he asked.

I kissed him and held him tight saying that I love him and it didn’t matter. I was grateful that Shadeen had not mentioned the stud service. We were due to attend the harem the next day. That night in bed I caressed Steve's balls for hours gently wanking and sucking him to several climaxes before he gave me a really hard fucking. He asked if I would be happy just being licked and fingered after his castration. I said, "Of course my darling. Why don’t you do it now?"

I straddled his face and lowered my wet pussy on to his waiting tongue. As he licked me to ecstasy I found myself wondering about those studs and would I be able to resist if Steve was indeed castrated.

Next morning Shadeen drove us to the harem. Steve was quiet but slightly disappointingly to me seemed quite ready to meet his fate. We were taken inside the palace where several other couples were waiting. The men all seemed understandably nervous but also embarrassed. An official came in and ordered that the men all remove their clothing from the waist down. They all did so with some needing encouragement from their wives or girlfriends. I managed to speak to the official. He explained that as Steve had a dual passport he was therefore eligible for service as a eunuch. The atmosphere was quite informal. The women were chatting and drinking dark coffees. Some of them were idly playing with their partners cock and balls. Despite their impending emasculations I was surprised to see so many erections. Steve was partly aroused so I too stroked his balls gently.

We were then led into a large whitewashed clean room. Each man was ordered to lie on one of the ten tables arranged in a circular fashion. There were several assistants who helped the men including I noticed Shadeen. She took care of Steve and he seemed to meekly do what he was told. Led on their backs the men then had to open their legs wide and then raise them still open up and as far over their heads as possible. They were than fastened at the ankles to stirrups suspended from the ceiling. This Shadeen explained was to prevent an involuntary kick to the castrator when tight reinforced rubber bands were first put in place over the scrotum. I then noticed that all the other wives and girlfriends were shaving their men folks pubic hair. The official nodded at me pointing to the razor and shaving foam at the foot of the table. I felt my hands trembling as I picked up the razor.

"Oh Steve, I’m sorry," I choked back the tears.

With that Shadeen took over. I’ve done this before she laughed, and she deftly used the razor and in a few strokes had removed all his pubes. His erection had grown considerably during Shadeens attentions. Last one she teased as she let her fingers run down his cock. Come on Katie she encouraged. All the other women were attending to their men's erections and several groans of final orgasms could be heard. I grasped his cock and rubbed it quickly. It didn’t feel at all sexy but out of duty I wanted Steve to have one last wank. Shadeen noticed my indifference and helped him to shoot a large load of spunk by rubbing his doomed balls. A few minutes later the assistants came back and with a scissor shaped tool which had four vertical protrusions over which were fitted narrow elasticised bands. The handles opened and the enlarged rubber loop was able to pass over Steve's ball bag before being released to fit tight over his balls. This did indeed make him kick out in voluntarily but the pain quickly subsided. A second band was put on leaving just a small gap between the two. The women were then asked to leave the room for a while as it would take a little time for the balls to go numb so they could be safely cut off. We were taken to another room where we sat drinking more coffee until six of the fittest men I have ever seen walked in. They were muscular and good looking. All they wore was what seemed like a very short skirt.

The official then told us that these were the studs that we were entitled to have service us whenever we felt the need. Today he said was just a preview and that we had to wait for our men to become eunuchs before we could use these studs. We were then encouraged to lift up the skirts and examine the goods. I felt totally disloyal and was reluctant to take part at first but when I saw the size of their cocks I gasped and couldn’t resist stroking all of them. It was with mixed emotions that we were taken back to our men. Steves balls looked helpless inside the bands. I squeezed them gently. He couldn’t feel my hands.

A few minutes later an efficient looking man came to the table, pulled at Steves balls once more smiled at me and then with delicate precision used a small thin blade to cut through Steves scrotum between the two bands. One of the bands came away with Steve's balls neatly encircling the top of his detached ballbag. The other band stayed put around the little circle of skin left between his now permanently limp cock. There was no bleeding and he hadn.t felt anything. I was overcome with emotion and tried to hide my tears as I looked down at my eunuch husband. He grinned sheepishly as he looked between his legs and then back up at me. That for the moment is my story. Steve and I faced some difficult times ahead and obviously a big change in our sex lives. If you are interested leave some feedback on the board and I will write some more about how Steve and I adapted to his castration.