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We arrived back into our room, throwing the clothes we had been clutching aside. We embraced, kissing, the empty space now at my crotch receiving his stiffening cock. His insistent cock reminded me that I no longer had a cock, or balls, any semblance of male genitalia had been removed and destroyed, my crotch now perfectly smooth, my scar hardly noticeable. It was almost as if I never had a cock, never had testicles. Even though it was a very short period of time, a matter of days beforehand I had a full set of functioning genitals, I felt that that was true. In some way my previous form was the lie and my present nullified form was the truth. I recahed down and felt his thick cock. It felt good in my hand. In one way it was strange, I really loved his cock, I loved his balls too. But yet I was happy to have had mine removed. But that was how I felt, In a way I think that I could only fully appreciate and enjoy his genitals when they were the only set between us. It felt right to caress, enjoy, suck, receive, fondle a cock that was not attached to me. The thought flashed across my head and it was already a strange one, a cock being attached to me. I realised that soon it would be an absurd image. I felt a pang of homesickness. This holiday was amazing, on so many levels. I felt as if I had been transformed, as if I had discovered myself. But yet until we were back home, doing normal things, going to work, going to the supermarket, seeing friends, relatives, this holiday didn't quite seem like real life. I had become something new, a eunuch, it had changed my life and my relationship with my lover. I wanted to bring that home. His stiffening cock and kisses on my neck awoke me from my reverie. I sank to my knees and took his cock in my mouth.
His cock was big, big enough that it was the only thing that could fill my head. All thoughts and dreams fled while I concentrated on taking him deep down my throat, bringing him pleasure and thirdly, in that order, breathing. I could taste the sea and my ass from his cock and it was a musky sexy sensation. Another flavour note hit me as he squeezed some pee through his erection. I drank and drank the dribbles that came my way until he was able to concentrate and pee in longer faster streams. Still I took it all in my stomach and didn't spill a drop. I savoured everything from him, I wanted to be his receptacle, always. I got comfortable and sucked his cock slowly, deeply. The fact that he had fucked my ass and ejaculated into my mouth so recently meant that he was in no rush to cum and he could enjoy my ministrations. I cupped my bare crotch in my hands, feeling a silky smooth emptiness as I sucked his thick strong musky cock relishing the contrast between his virile maleness and my neutered emasculation. I loved this position. I was on my knees infront of him. My mouth, instead of being used for my own breathing, eating, communication, was a warm place for his cock, a receptacle for his body fluids. It was right that he had had me castrated, physically I now represented the proper imbalance of power between us. The fact that I kneeled to plesure him was another reflection of this. My hands traced around the empty space where my genitals had been as I pleasured him. The way I felt I could have pleasured him all night and I felt myself growing into my new status as a eunuch, his eunuch. He withdrew momentarily and my mouth felt strangely empty. He lifted me up and kissed me full on the lips, tasting his cock. We embraced and he expertly turned me as we kissed, so that I faced away from him, my head turned back. he kissed my neck and began to finger my ass. He was rough, brusque but I willed his fingers into me. he held my throat, I could feel his hand against my windpipe. I didn't feel any restriction in breathing but the presence of his hand there lent an air of menace along with his rough probing. I felt myself become even more submissive and he pushed me forward. I reached for the edge of the bed. He was now caressing my ass with one hand and holding my neck firm with the other. We kissed as he stroked my neck. He stood behind me and I looked down. I could see his cock, shiny, burstingly erect, pointing at my ass, almost angrily. I had a perfect view, no dangling balls or redundant cock in the way. He entered me again and my ass received him to the hilt. He pumped me with strength, vigour, thoroughly, deeply. I felt as if his cock was coming back out my throat from the other end, as if he had speared me. He was really fucking me now, hand around my neck and on my shoulders. We could have been warriors in ancient Egypt, maybe in battle he had defeated me, cut off my genitals and was sodomising me to complete my journey into submission and enslavement. I was transported to that scene in my head. I found myself in the mind of the defeated soldier, learning to love his captor now he had been emsaculated. he fucked the words out of me, I grunted "------- I -------- LOVE ---------- YOU---------" He held my crotch now with both hands as he fucked and fucked, reminding me that I was a eunuch, he swiped his hands all around my empty crotch as if he was a magician obscuring by sleight of hand an object he was concealing. Except there was no object, just an appropriate void. I felt a deep low level bass tone orgasm well up from my ass. It was in the background. In the foreground he was dripping sweat onto me now and was getting close. For the first time ever, instead of withdrawing to come in my mouth he sank deeper into me and groaned, shooting his sperm up my ass. I felt honoured. He collapsed on top of me and we fell onto the bed. We both exhaled. he slipped out and I arranged myself to take his cock in my mouth. He had a few more spurts which I did manage to swallow. I was in a foetal position and he absentmindedly fingered my ass as I absentmindedly sucked his cock. he scooped the cum from my bum and fed it to me. We were both exhausted and fell asleep in that position. I woke sometime later, his cock still in my mouth, the sheets wet with my sperm flavoured drool. I straightened up as I was beginning to feel stiff, the only way I can feel stiff. I smiled to myself at this thought. As I adjusted myself, I felt his cock stir in my mouth. I licked it and continued to his balls. I took them in my mouth one by one and savoured the feeling of them in my mouth. This was my new relationship with testicles, they were something I would take in my mouth to suck and savour, they weren't something attached to me. This just seemed too obvious for thought and it was beginning to seem absurd that I had ever had balls. My mind was adjusting so fast to my new status that I almost felt a born eunuch. I tasted his sweat, salty musky, it tasted good. He moaned in his sleep as I worshipped his big balls, full of sperm. His cock lay across my face. I rubbed it around my face and took him in my mouth. I bobbed on him as he moaned and I reached for the lube, squirting some up my ass. When he was fully erect I climbed up and inserted him up my ass. he lay back, moaning in his half sleep as I lifted myself up and down on him, my ass jerking his cock. He seemed to be still half asleep as I bucked on top of him. I looked down, caressing my bare crotch pressed against his skin, no genitals to get in the way, our smooth skin touching, becoming one as his cock was completely enveloped in my ass. I felt him stiffen inside me, spearing me and I slipped off, taking him straight from my ass into my mouth and down my throat where he began to sleepily ejaculate spurt after spurt of his delicious semen. I didn't have an orgasm but that didn't matter at all, I felt blissfully happy that I had brought my lover to orgasm and swallowed the evidence. I fell into a deep satisfied sleep dreaming of home.
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