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I have been fascinated by the thought of losing my balls since I was threatened by a younger girl who I worked with at Dominos who said she would cut them off using her finger nails and teeth because she said I was an arsehole. I egged her on to do it to cut my balls off, but she must of thought I was kidding I even bet her $100 she wouldnt do it she accepted but still she never did. I was a few months later when I began to start the process my self but at this time I was to scared to actually lose my balls even though I kept nagging that girl to do it to me. The first thing I did was with a heavy duty cable tie I slipped it around one nut and tightened it a bit gradually tightening it more and more. IT hurt like hell which I spose is most peoples fancy including mine to an extent. After a few minutes I couldnt take thee pain I was and still am a little bitch when it comes to pain. But at this time it was too tight for the good scissors to fit under and the small scissors didnt do shit. My parents were in the dining room doing there usual late night porn viewing together, so I couldnt just walk out and find some small strong scissors. During the night I contemplated just cutting the nut off, I would still have full use of my cock and would get to avoid the hospital should it come to getting it surgically removed and the nut was almost dead so it wouldnt lose much blood and I would be able to sew it up in the morning. But I decided to watch it die and try to get some sleep. The nut didnt hurt anymore unless I moved so sleep was easy. The next morning after mum and dad had left for work I got out of bed and grabbed mums sewing scissors which were small and sharp and after many attempts to cut it loose with out cutting my nut off I got the cable tie off. Colour rushed back to my nuts but all I could look at was the deep red gash going around the nut sack where the cable tie sat and the scratches where I had gone at the cable tie with the scissors. After a week or so the pain in my nut had gone and as far as I could tell it actually still worked which shocked me it had grown huge like the other nut during the week as the nut pain made it impossible to jack off giving no way to release my load which built up within. That nights experience put me off cable ties for a very long time but didnt stop me having fun with rubber bands. At this time I had discovered that banding my cock was much better because it stayed hard, only hurt a bit and wasnt as dangerous the only problem with rubber band was that it was a bitch to remove because you would either grab the wrong band and tighten it or you would cut it and it would fly off whipping your cock or balls a couple of times which would hurt more than the actual banding. I even covered my bed in alfoil (aluminium foil) and tied my cock up tight in a wick and lead it away from my body. I lit the wick and it burnt fast but before it could reach me and cook my cock and balls it burnt through the alfoil and was burning the bed. I put the flame out saving my balls and checked out the damage it had burnt through the sheets. The next day my mum accused me of smoking a cigarette which I suppose is better than being accused of smoking a cock. After months I got back it to cable ties but only little ones which could easily be removed this was fun but I never could hold the pain long enough to kill anything just leave scars. The cable tie period lasted for ever with no set backs. Except I could not get to the stage of killing my balls. Now for the main purpose of the story. After months of thinking for the best way to do it, I discovered a sock. I put the sock over the whole lot - cock and all and pulled it tight till it hurt. The pain later disappeared so I could tighten more until I got to my desired tightness. There was no pain, so you could forget about it and live on. I took it off because I didnt want to lose everything - I only wanted to have a smooth patch under my cock. After months of putting it on and off due to the fear of this life changing event which was early in life for a 16 year old boy. But one day I put the sock on and almost instantly there was a knock on the door. I left the sock on because I thought it would have been bible basher or postman. Putting on my clothes, I answered the door it was my mate. He didnt know of my fantasy and it was gonna stay that way. He had come because together we were gonna go to the big day out (a huge aussie rock festival). But the bus didnt leave for hours so I was shocked he was there. He wanted to get pissed first so the trip would be trippy. We got drunk together drinking TEDS (tooheys extra dry an Australian beer.) I could have taken it off at any time but thought this would be the best time because once we got on the bus I wouldnt be able to take it off because chances are we would get a shitty toiletless bus. It was the day I became a eunuch and painless. Over the night I tried to hide to enormous bulge the sock and enlarged balls made. As I got on the bus I knew that the sock had been on for four hours now and if they werent already dead they would be by the time we got to Perth - 8 hours by bus from where I lived. I had a shower at the YMCA where we were staying. When I removed the sock the colour did not return - I knew I was more or less a eunuch. The next day we went to the big day out, moshing as much as we could. By the end of the night I knew that they were dead because I began to feel sick. I had left the dead nuts attached because I trusted reading a eunuch archives story that they would fall off naturally because I wasnt keen on cutting myself. It took a week to actually fall off in which I was home having sick days from school, and boy did my nuts smell at the end of the week when they did fall off. I buried them in the backyard. The next day I was as healthy as ever and returned to school. I realised if I wanted to keep my manly looks and an erect cock Id have to go on drugs, I went to the local doctor who I knew I could trust with patient confidentiality and I told what I'd done. He thought I was mad but gave me the testosterone and I enjoy my nutless body for the next months. Now I want to take my cock as well but havent really decided yet because there no drug substitute for a cock. If I do cut it off I will do it painlessly with a sock. |