The Final Cut

I served him dinner, and knelt on the floor next to him while he ate. But before he finished, my Master beckoned to me. “Come here, Brandon,” he said, patting his lap. I happily climbed onto his lap, relishing the feel of his denim shirt and jeans against my bare skin.

I leaned back as he pulled my head against his chest, rubbing his large hands over my stomach and budding breasts. “I’ve decided something,” he said softly, his fingers taking hold of my soft penis. “I’m going to take this off tomorrow.”

In that moment, I was filled with a rush of emotion – fear and yet excitement and happiness. Losing my penis was a scary idea, but it would also be the last step in binding me to my Master forever. It was a commitment by both of us.

I guess it was a month ago when he first raised the subject of my penectomy. It had been nearly six months since he castrated me, and since then my penis had shrunk considerably. It was only an inch or so long when not erect, and my erections were a very rare event lately.

My Master had given me hormones to take so that I wouldn’t lose all my male characteristics. But that didn’t stop my breasts from swelling, and my nipples from enlarging and becoming more sensitive. My Master enjoyed sucking on them, and even used a vacuum pump to help enlarge my nipples. They now protrude a full inch from my breasts, looking very much like a woman’s nipples.

We both felt that my cock detracted from my look. It almost never got erect anymore, and it took so long for me to ejaculate that I had given up trying. Besides, my cum was just a few drops of clear fluid, not the milky white stream that once spurted from my 7-inch hardon.

As far as urination was concerned, My Master explained that a new pisshole would be created further back, near my anus. I would have to sit to pee, just like a woman. It was a thought that excited me.

That night, My Master made love to me. His hard cock probed my rectum while he gently stroked my penis and he explained what would happen tomorrow. A friend of his would perform the penectomy, but Master Don would be there to help. I felt his fingers tracing the thin scar that marked where my scrotum once was. I melted into his strong body, relishing the moment when he exploded deep inside me, filling me with his cum.

The next morning I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. I answered the bell and was met by James, one of Master Don’s best friends. He smiled at me, looking closely at my naked body. I could feel his eyes scrutinizing my penis, almost hidden inside me now.

Master Don shaved me as James set his instruments out on the bed. James explained that it would be necessary to restrain me so that I wouldn’t make any sudden movements during the surgery.

We had agreed that I would be awake the whole time. James gave me a muscle relaxant, and then placed a mask over my face. It was the same gas that dentists give their patients, he said, starting the flow. Within seconds I was floating out of my body, barely aware of the catheter that James was snaking inside my penis.

James let my Master make the first cut. I watched as he guided my Master’s hand, circling the base of my shaft with the thin blade. I saw a red line follow the blade, and drops of blood began oozing out, dribbling down my thighs. I could feel the liquid trickling over my asshole before hitting the sheet below.

I was aware of the pain, but it seemed like it was happening to another person. In my state of euphoria, nothing would make me want to stop James. I watched intently as the blade continued its work, exposing the inner layers of my dick before cutting all the way through the shaft. He handed my penis to Master Don, who smiled and kissed it before laying it on a towel next to me. I stared at the small organ, scarcely believing that it had been part of me only seconds before.

James worked deliberately, removing excess tissue before stitching the wound closed. He took great care to minimize scarring, in order not to mar the smooth body that we both wanted.

It took James nearly as long to create the new urinal opening. I couldn’t see what he was doing, but he explained each step as he secured the catheter. I’d have to leave the catheter in place for several days until the wound healed.

And now I stand admiring my new body in the mirror. My thin frame now supports a proud set of breasts and full nipples. My crotch is shaven and smooth. Only two thin scars show where my penis and scrotum used to be.

Master Don comes up from behind and wraps his arms around my chest, stimulating my nipples to full erection. “You’re perfect now,” he whispers in my ear, his fingers gently massage my smooth crotch, then tracing my new pisshole. I feel his hard penis begin to probe my anus, and I gasp as the full length of his shaft plunges into me. I smile into the mirror as I he fucks me, his groans getting louder with each thrust. I want it to always be this way.