There was nothing exceptional about his genitals. His cock was a few inches flaccid, and a thin six inches when hard. His balls were average, and never hung very low. But when viewed with the rest of him, Nick looked perfectly masculine.

Feeling someone watching him, Nick yawned, stretched, and opened his eyes. He grinned, scratched his stomach, and let his hand wander until he was scratching his balls. His brown eyes had that playful look in them. Nick could see the slight bulge in Lance’s jeans.

It wasn’t as if Lance was hung or anything. He wore tight fitting jeans that showed off his bubble butt. He was fit, but more skinny then anything. But in his usual baggy hoody, his broad shoulders made him look like he could be very muscular. And at only five six, his thick six inches looked like a thick eight incher would on an average sized guy. Lance shook his head and tried to hide his grin.

“I’m getting dinner ready now,” Lance said. Nick responded with a yawn. He tried to make a sexy face, but it always looked pouty. He rubbed his balls and winked and Lance. “Eat all your vegetable and we’ll take care of that.”

“But I’m horny now,” Nick playfully whined.

“Then jerk off, wash your hands, and come give me some help.” Lance left the bedroom and headed back to the kitchen. Lance adjusted himself, trying to ignore his hard-on. It amazed him that a few inches of flesh could so often be the sole focus of his mind. A year ago for fun he’d injected his groin with local anesthetic, and went a whole day not being able to feel a thing down below.

His friend Rick had gotten him the supplies from the hospital he worked at. He was a surgical resident, and instructed Lance on what to do. Rick had done it himself and said it was a total rush. And for the first hour it was. After some initial play, he lost interest and for the first time since he was a teen he didn’t think about his junk for a whole hour.

Then Nick got home, and they had sex. Sex without being able to feel anything sucked. He was a top, and after giving Nick’s ass a pounding that made Nick cum twice, he hadn’t cum even once. They then played with Lance’s dick for over an hour. Still he didn’t cum, and his dick was raw and red from the abuse. That was the last time he messed with his junk.

Lance was halfway through preparing a stir-fry as he remembered all this. He was chopping vegetables when Nick stumbled in looking sleepy, and still naked. Nick shook a hand through his shaggy brown hair and yawned. “Smells good.”

“Thanks.” Lance kept working while Nick poked around at everything. He nearly cut the end off his finger when he was watching Nick’s ass instead of what he was doing. “Can you get the minute rice? Top shelf.”

Nick moved the step stool over. It was necessary to reach anything on the top shelves of the cupboards, despite even his five foot ten inches. “A veg stir fry?”

“Vegetarian. I’m trying some meat substitute a client of mine swears by.” Lance would have gone vegetarian if Nick wasn’t a confirmed meat eater. So he kept trying to experiment with vegetarian cooking to show Nick it wasn’t as bad as he thought. He caught the look on Nick’s face when he set the box of rice on the counter. “Fine, if you insist we can add some meat.”

“Yeah? What do we have?” Nick asked. Lance had a devilish grin on his face. He grabbed Nick’s cock and balls with his free hand, and put the blade of the knife against the underside of Nick’s sac. Nick was instantly hard.

“You’ve always said there isn’t a type of meat you won’t try. How about trying your own man meat?” Lance meant it as a joke. He assumed Nick took it the same way.

“Do it.” Lance looked Nick in the eyes. Nick wasn’t kidding. “A sausage and meat ball stir fry sounds pretty good to me. So do it. Cut them off.”

Lance was sure Nick was joking, but he couldn’t hear it in Nick’s voice or see it in Nick’s eyes. “That’s sick man.” Lance meant to move the knife before letting go of Nick, but ended up doing the reverse. Nick’s balls fell against the blade, and when Lance moved it he could feel the resistance of flesh against stainless steel.

Instead of yelping in pain, Nick let out a groan of pleasure. For a split second he thought Lance had really done it, and his cock erupted. The orgasm was so intense Nick had to lean back against the counter for support. Even though he’d just jerked off not five minutes ago, his cock was spewing out wave after wave of cum.

It took Lance a few seconds to snap out of watching his partner of almost three years have one of the most intense orgasms of his life. He really only snapped out of it because he caught the hint of blood on the knife he was holding, and noticed the blood starting to drip off Nick’s sac.

Lance grabbed a handful of paper towels and knelt down to check on the wound. While Nick had finally run out of cum, Lance could still feel Nick’s cock pulsing as it tried to pump out seed that wasn’t available. Nick leaned against the counter and panted for breath. The uber-orgasm had subsided finally. “I uh,” Nick panted, “I uh thought you, you uh had actually done it. Cut it off.”

The wound wasn’t that bad. The top few layers of skin were cut in three spots, none more then a quarter inch long. Lance held the paper towels against them and applied pressure. “I didn’t mean to cut you. I’m sorry.” Lance looked up at Nick, who was finally starting to catch his breath. “Just a couple of small nicks. You should be fine in a few minutes.”

“Cool.” Nick took over holding the paper towels so Lance could wash up. “Finish what you were doing. I’ll be fine.” Lance got out a new knife and went back to fixing supper. While holding the paper towels to his sac with one hand, Nick took another bunch with his other hand and started to wipe up the floor.

“So what was that?” Lance asked. “Having your gear cut off turns you on?”

“Well, yeah.” Nick was blushing. There were only a couple friends of his who knew about this part of him. He glanced up at Lance, and saw shock in his eyes. “It uh, started with a couple of guys on the team. They’re like me. Not exactly endowed. Some of the other guys on the team made fun of us for it. Even guys from the other teams would make jokes. It was like, we weren’t as manly as them because we didn’t have a bulge in our trunks like they did. Even though we were better swimmers and in better shape then them.”

Nick finished cleaning up, and took a seat on the foot stool. A quick check showed he was still bleeding a little. So he kept the paper towels in place. Lance had gone back to chopping vegetables, obviously disturbed by what Nick was talking about. But now that he’d started, Nick wanted to keep going. It was probably the only time he’d have the courage to talk about it.

“One night Chris and Leroy were hanging out at my place, and Chris brought the subject up. We knew he was gay, so he was more open about talking about this stuff. We got talking about how annoying it was that we were getting made fun of all the time. It’s not like any of us were tiny, maybe just the small side of average at worst. Then Leroy said it would almost be better if we didn’t have junk at all. Better to be dickless then have a small dick.

I was sure he was joking, and I thought the other two thought the same. So I couldn’t figure out why I was starting to get a hard on. I figured it was because I was a horny teenager and any talk of anything sexual did that to me. But Chris started to agree with Leroy. We started discussing would it make us any less masculine. Why is it cocks and balls were the be all and end all of being a man? It’s not like we all went around with our junk hanging out of our pants. Wasn’t masculinity more about how you thought and acted?

Eventually the conversation went elsewhere. Ever since I’ve thought about it. More then that, I’ve wanted it. Chris and I still talk about it. As gay guys, we don’t really need our junk, seeing as their designed for procreation. Something we can’t do. He’s talked about it with his boyfriend, but neither of them would really want Chris to go through with it. But he’s not a bottom like I am.”

“What does that have to do with it?” Lance asked. He was avoiding looking at Nick, still disturbed by this conversation. Even if part of him was a little intrigued.

“Other then jerking off, I don’t get much use out of my dick. You haven’t bottomed since the first month we were together. I haven’t had a blow job in over ten months.”

“Hey, I’ve tried, but you don’t let me,” Lance snapped.

“I’m not saying this had anything to do with you. I haven’t wanted my dick sucked.” Nick checked again, and the bleeding had stopped.

“I remember the first time we had sex. You acted like you were ashamed of your gear. But as soon as we got going, you took control. You were the first power bottom I’d ever been with.”

“Yeah. As soon as the focus is taken off my junk I’m fine. I’ve researched this. Talked with some guys online. If I took testosterone replacement I wouldn’t need my balls either. The truth is, I’d be happier without my junk. It wouldn’t change who I am. It’s not like I wouldn’t be a guy anymore.”

Lance looked over at his partner. Somehow sitting there, naked, in the middle of the kitchen, he seemed kind of macho. Thin, muscular, just the right amount of body hair. He tried to picture Nick with an empty groin. It wouldn’t really change anything, would it? With his build, it’d actually look kind of ... sexy. In a weird kind of way.

He couldn’t even believe he was thinking that. This was insane. Even if Nick wanted to, he couldn’t just cut his cock and balls off. Not without killing himself. What Lance didn’t realize is to Nick he looked disgusted. As if he suddenly thought his partner was a sick freak.

“I’ll uh, just go get cleaned up. And dressed.” Nick stood up, and threw the bloody paper towels out. He walked away.

“I don’t care,” Lance said. Nick turned and came back to the kitchen doorway. “Just promise me you’ll never try it yourself. I’ll care if I come home someday to find you bleeding to death.”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Nick assured him.

“But you’ve thought about it?”

“Yeah. Truth is, I could do it myself to a point. But I’d have to go to a hospital after for treatment. And they’d probably try and reattach everything anyway. They’d think I was crazy, and I’d probably get stuck in a psych ward for a couple of weeks.” Nick selfconsciously covered himself with one hand. “Unless I could find a professional to do it, it’ll never happen. Especially if you don’t want it too.”

“It’s your body,” Lance said with a shrug. “I guess ... if you were sure it’s what you wanted, and it was done safely ...” He sighed. “Dinner will be ready in five minutes. Get cleaned up, and we’ll discuss this more over dinner.”

Nick wasn’t expecting this reaction from Lance at all. He was sure Lance would think he was sick, and he’d have to do serious damage control. For Lance to actually want to talk, it was a surprise. “I’ll uh, get cleaned up. Get dressed.”

“If you want.” Lance gave him a small smile. Nick grinned, and walked away with a slight bounce in his step.

They talked over dinner, Nick being able to explain his ideas more. In fact, over the next few months, it was something they talked about a lot. Lance purchased a few new toys for Nick. Things Nick could use to pleasure himself without resorting to jerking off. Eventually they found the ones that worked the best.

Being one of Lance’s oldest friend, Rick was the guy he could talk to about anything. He needed to talk with someone about what Nick wanted to do. To his surprise, Rick wasn’t shocked at all. He introduced Lance to a website where lots of guys with similar desires talked about it. Rick admitted the thought of being castrated was a huge turn on for him. Even though there was no way he’d go through with it.

It was Rick who brought up the idea. It was something Lance didn’t even want to consider at first. He spent a few weeks on the Archive, reading the posts, seeing what others had to say. He even signed up, and started asking questions. He eventually stumbled upon Nick’s avatar. He read the dozens of post Nick had made. None of it was surprising now. But it did make him realize this really was something Nick wanted. And with Rick’s offer ...

The plan was set. Nick’s upcoming birthday would be one he’d never forget.