"There is a way to stop your erections," I said. "It's called castration."

My hand cupped his testicles, squeezing them gently. "All it would take is a simple procedure. Then these would be gone and we wouldn't have any more of these problems."

"You mean cut off my balls? No! I won't let you do that!"

"You don't have to, Stevie. It's your choice. But I want you to remember what your life was like before I took you in. Would you prefer to go back on the street, selling your ass to survive?"

Stevie was quiet for a long time. "Would - would it hurt? I mean, if you cut off my balls?" he said.

"Not at all," I said, my cock beginning to swell. "You'll be asleep the whole time. You'll be a little sore for a few days, but nothing too bad.

"And one of the best things is, you'll keep this lovely body of yours. You'll stay a beautiful boy for a long time."

Stevie didn't say anything. I knew he was ready to give in, to save himself from the kind of pain he had endured this day, and to save himself from living on the street again.

"I - I guess you can do it then," he said.

I squeezed him tight against me, my hard-on raging against the small of his back. "Oh babe, that's so wonderful," I said, kissing his neck. "You won't regret it."

The next morning, sex with Stevie was unbelievably hot. Every time I thought about what was going to happen later that day, I came close to shooting my load. I fucked him and came inside him twice. Even after that, I was able to get another erection. We fucked a third time, but this time nice and slow. Stevie had an erection the whole time. I thought about letting him cum, but decided against it. No need reminding him of what he'd soon be giving up, forever.

After we finished fucking, I gave Stevie some pills to relax him, and the boy soon fell asleep. I called David and asked him to come over, bringing his full assortment of cutting tools.

David admired my beautiful boy as he slept. "He's so pretty," he said as he tied Stevie's hands to the side of the bed.

Soon, Stevie was completely restrained. David used a piece of tape to tie Stevie's cock to his stomach. His balls dangled free, ready to be taken at last.

I watched in rapt attention as David loaded a green band onto the elastrator. David smiled as he saw the expression on my face.

"Would you like to put on the band?" he asked.

He didn't have to ask me twice.

My hand trembled as I tried to slip the stretched band over Stevie's scrotum. "Relax," David said, putting his hand over mine. "This is your first castration. Take it slow. I'll help you."

David guided my hand, easing the balls through the loop. "That's it. Now, bring the band up as close to his body as you can. Just under his penis. That's the way!"

I began ratcheting the elastrator to release the band. "Okay, just a couple more clicks and the band will slip off," David said. "One, two. There!"

My hand jumped as the band was released, immediately tightening around Stevie's scrotum. His balls compressed into a small pouch. I watched in awe as the sack went from pink to red, and then to purple.

"My God, that's amazing!" I said.

"Isn't it?" said David. "We've cut off the blood supply. His balls are dying."

I watched with rapt attention as Stevie shifted in his sleep, his breathing becoming more rapid. Even in his unconsciousness, his body was aware of the castration.

"Let's put a second band on him now," David said, slipping another band on the elastrator.

This time, my hand was steady as David instructed me on where to place the tool. The second band slipped into place just below the first.

David waited as Stevie's sack turned a deep purple. "I'm going to cut between the two bands now," David said, slipping on his surgical gloves.

Suddenly, I became aware of the biggest erection I ever had. David saw me rubbing my penis through my pants.

"Go ahead, take it out. You can jerk off while I finish castrating Stevie. I bet you'll have the biggest orgasm of your life."

I unzipped my jeans and took out my swollen cock. The head was already slick with pre-cum. I began stroking it as David sat next to Stevie, scalpel in hand.

"I always try to cut between the two bands," he said, placing the blade against Stevie's sack. "The top band should have stopped the bleeding."

I pumped my cock faster as David sliced into the scrotum. My heart was beating wildly as I watched the blade circling the sack. David cut the cords in a matter-of-fact way - Stevie was now a eunuch!

Stevie's scrotum dropped into a metal pan, balls still inside. That's all it took to push me over the edge. I shouted as gobs of cum spurted from my cock in the most mind-blowing orgasm of my life.

Out of breath, I watched as David stitched close the open wound. Stevie's tiny cock suddenly looked much larger, now that there was no sack below. I began to see his penis as a blemish, an ugly protrusion that marred his otherwise perfect body.

Suddenly, it became clear to me what had to be done.

"I want you to take his penis!" I said to David. "Please cut it off!"

He looked startled. "Are you sure?"

"Yes! Absolutely!" I answered. It was all completely clear now - Stevie had to be totally smooth between his legs. Having a penis, even a tiny, withered one, would detract terribly from his beauty.

David smiled and nodded. He was getting off on this as much as I was.

I watched with fascination as David inserted a catheter into Stevie's tiny cock, carefully threading it up his urethra. He used the elastrator to attach a band around the cock, as close to Stevie's body as possible.

"There will be a very slight bump left behind," David said. "I'll be creating a new opening for his urine to exit the body, but it will be down near his anus."

Stevie's penis became swollen and purple as the band cut off circulation. David picked up the scalpel again and delicately began slicing into the small organ. He stopped frequently to dab away any blood.

"Would you like to make the final cut?" he asked me. I eagerly agreed, my cock once again stiffening at the idea of taking away Stevie's masculinity.

My left hand closed around the head of Stevie's cock, pulling it straight up and away from his body. David guided my right hand, the blade positioned for the final slice. "Go ahead, do it now," he said firmly.

With hardly any effort, Stevie's cock was freed from his body. I looked at the small, bloody organ resting in my hand and an indescribable thrill went through me.

"My God, that's amazing," I said. "I want to keep it," I told David. "And his balls too. What can I use to preserve them?"

David handed me a jar of alcohol and I dropped Stevie's severed organs in.

I watched as David took his scalpel and made a new opening a few inches from Stevie's anus. He cut the catheter and pulled it an inch or so out of the new hole, then stitched up the skin around it. "That will keep the new pisshole from closing up as it heals," he explained.

David then returned to the opening where Stevie's penis once was. He pulled the rest of the catheter out of his body, then began to carefully stitch the hole closed. Soon, there was nothing to indicate that Stevie had ever had any external genitals except for a pair of red scars. David assured me that those those would fade with time.

After David left, I sat next to the bed, watching Stevie sleep. My boy was perfect now.

Perfect.

(To be continued)