I first met Lillie when she was only 14 and I was 17. She lived in a small frame house near the apartment complex where I lived with my parents. In the summer she would sneak in to use the swimming pool and once when she was caught by the manager I intervened and said that she was my guest. After that, Lillie and I became friends and she would often look for me just to say hi or to hang out. Lillie was a quiet girl and kept to herself. She was small and petite with long jet black hair that contrasted with her very white skin and sparkling blue eyes. I noticed that she spent as much time as possible away from that small frame house she lived in.

By the time she was seventeen Lillie and I began dating and when she turned 18 we became engaged. My parents had been killed in an accident the previous year and I was lonely and they had left me a large amount of money to live comfortably. Before the wedding Lillie convinced me to have some plastic surgery. Ever since I was a kid I had been teased about my big nose, so I had a nose job. Lillie also wanted me to get silicon in my lips to make them fuller. She enjoyed kissing, she said, and as a plus she said I would look like Brad Pitt. After the surgery Lillie complained about my chest hair and so she arranged for me to have it lasered off. It wasn’t too painful and I didn’t mind as the final result looked good and Lillie loved it.

Prior to being married we had not had sex, the most we ever did was make out which Lillie seemed to enjoy even more after the lip work and nose job. On our wedding night Lillie told me she was worried that intercourse would be too painful. She asked me to be quick and I obliged. In the coming months our sex life was limited to once a week, missionary position only. Lillie would lie on her back stiff as a board while we fucked. She would never move or make any sounds. I tried talking with Lillie about it and would try different things, like going down on her, but Lillie refused. She was adamant that she would never perform oral sex on me and even refused to give me hand jobs. She seemed to have an aversion to seeing me nude and me seeing her nude. I couldn’t understand because previous girlfriends always seemed to enjoy playing with and sucking my cock and complimented my body.

As the months went by our sex life became even more infrequent. I was masturbating 3-4 times a week but Lillie seemed happy and was very attentive to me in other ways. Lillie did agree to see a marriage counselor. It was during these sessions that I discovered what had happened to Lillie in that small frame house and why she hated sex. She had been brutally molested by her stepfather and uncle starting when she was 9 years old. Sometimes both of these large men would molest her together. They would fuck her pussy, her ass, down her throat and cum on her face then force her to lick the cum off. Listening to her cries and screams in therapy was a horrible experience for me. I had never thought family members would do such terrible things to a little girl. But I now understood why Lillie was the way she was. I also knew I loved her very much and wanted to stay with her no matter what. But it wasn’t helping me very much. We would rarely fuck and I was tired of jerking off.

One day I went home early. Much to my surprise Lillie’s car was parked in the driveway along with a red 1967 Mustang that I didn’t recognize. I parked behind the Mustang and went to the front door and heard music blasting from the bedroom. Going inside I called Lillie but she didn’t respond. I walked towards the bedroom and heard a voice. It wasn’t talking, it was moaning and groaning. Slowly and quietly I walked closer to the bedroom and saw the door half open. I stretched my neck around the door and there on her back was Lillie, naked, with her legs spread wide with another head moving vigorously between Lillie’s thighs. The head had short brown hair and was attached to a shapely female body. I couldn’t stop watching, I never saw two women going at it and listening to Lillie’s moans brought a smile to my face and a huge erection to my cock. After about 15 minutes of watching I quietly left the house and got into my car. I drove to a nearby park where I jerked off to an unusually intense orgasm.

I remembered that in marriage counseling Lillie had said women’s bodies were much more attractive than men’s. I was happy that Lillie was experimenting with sex and it was obvious she was getting off. I also hoped it would have a payoff for me. So, I decided not to mention what I saw to her, instead I hoped she would mention it to me. I started poking around and discovered the Mustang in our driveway periodically. My only fear was that Lillie would dump me for this other girl but my fantasy was that we could do a threesome and I could fuck both Lillie and her friend.

About a month later I approached Lillie one night for sex and she said no. I offered to go down on her and she politely declined. I felt rejected and for the first time I really began to worry about our future together. I knew Lillie had a lover and wanted to call her on it. We got into an argument about sex and I suggested that maybe we should add another partner, have a threesome. Lillie turned it into a joke saying she didn’t know I wanted to have a man join us. I told Lillie I was serious and it might help both of us to add another girl to our bed. She said she would consider it.

The night of our first anniversary began like any other. Lillie and I went out to dinner at our country club. I gave her a sapphire brooch as a present and waited for Lillie to give me a gift. Instead she said my gift was waiting at home. We danced for a short time before Lillie said she wanted to leave. Arriving home I noticed the Mustang parked in the driveway. “Whose car is that, honey?” I asked Lillie, knowing full well it was her lover’s.

“A friend of mine. C’mon, let me introduce you,” Lillie replied. We parked right next to the Mustang and we both got out just as a very attractive lady was getting out of the Mustang.

“Hi Kayla,” said Lillie. “Sweetheart, come here and meet Kayla”.

I walked around my car and shook Kayla’s hand. “Nice to meet you, Kayla” I said. She was very attractive, a little taller than Lillie and had larger breasts. She was dressed in a tight black mini skirt and peach colored blouse. Kayla had short brown hair and looked at most 20 years old. “Nice to meet you, too,” came the response.

Going into the house we sat down on the couch in the living room. “Where’s my gift?” I jokingly asked Lillie. “Right there” she said while pointing to Kayla. I could feel my dick start to rise. “You mean, ah, our gift, don’t you?” I said back. Lillie looked at Kayla and said “only if Kayla will have me.” At that Kayla sat down on the couch and said “okay, we need to get some things out in the open. I normally don’t do threesomes. But you both seem like great people so I’m willing to give it a try. I do have certain rules. You both need to follow them. I am in charge and you will both do as I say. Do you understand?”

I was a bit confused but said yes. Lillie also said yes. “Great. Then let’s go to the bedroom and have some fun.”

“Lie down on the bed and don’t take your clothes off,” Kayla barked at me. I did as I was told. Kayla and Lillie then embraced and began kissing, then stroking each other’s bodies. They slowly undressed each other, all the while my dick was as hard as ever and getting harder. Lillie lay down on the bed with her head in my lap and her legs hanging over the end of the bed. She pulled her knees up towards her chest as Kayla got on her knees and started licking her cunt. “Watch and learn how to please your wife,” Kayla said. I noticed Lillie’s eyes close and her lips part as she began to moan. Her breathing became rapid and I watched her tits bouncing up and down in rhythm with her breath. I leaned over and began kissing Lillie’s forehead then her nose and then her lips. All the while I was fully clothed and my cock was throbbing.

After about 20 minutes Kayla stopped and stood up. “You! strip!” she ordered while pointing at me. I did as she said. Standing there fully nude with a massive hard on in front of my wife and her lover felt both awkward and exciting. “Get on your elbows and knees on the bed. Now!” Kayla ordered. Again, I did as she said. “Have you ever fucked Lillie?” Kayla whispered into my ear. “Yes” I replied. “Good. Now, its your turn,” she whispered back. I looked over my shoulder and saw Lillie wearing a strap-on. It was small, maybe about four inches. She was putting some K-Y jelly on it. Kayla spread my cheeks and squirted a little K-Y on my anus. I felt Lillie get on the bed and then felt the dildo going into my ass and up my rectum. It hurt but also felt good at the same time. I could feel it pressing against my prostate pushing fluid through my hard throbbing dick. While Lillie pumped away Kayla swung under me and demanded I start to lick her pussy. I obliged. After awhile my ass started to hurt and Kayla must have noticed as she pulled away from face and sat up next to me. She put some K-Y on her hand and reached under my belly and grabbed my cock. She stroked it about five times while I felt Lillie start to withdraw from my ass. On the sixth stroke, just as the dildo exited my ass, I had a massive orgasm, like nothing I ever felt before. Huge wads of cum squirted all over the bed sheet.

That night I came four times. It was a dream come true. But there was a time when we were all lying on the bed, exhausted, when Kayla leaned over and grabbed my limp cock with her left hand and said “you would look really hot without these two big ugly things hanging there” and gently fondled my balls with her right hand. At that Lillie leaned over and said, “I think he would look hot with nothing there.” She made a snipping motion with her fingers and burst out laughing, soon joined in by Kayla.

Lillie and I didn’t talk about our threesome for a few days. Finally, I broke down and asked Lillie what she thought. She said she enjoyed it and if I was willing she wanted to do it again. I was ecstatic. This seemed like the perfect solution, I could have two women for sex and Lillie would be satisfied too.

The second time with Kayla and Lillie saw some changes. Kayla put a collar around my neck, both Lillie and Kayla fucked me with the strap-on and I only came three times. But again, Kayla started playing with my balls and said, “seriously, you would be hot without these things.” I replied, “no, I need those to be hot, Kayla.” Just then Lillie put her face very close to my genitals and said, “no, Kayla’s right. You would look hot without them. But with just the penis, get rid of the sac, too.” Kayla retorted, “I like it with the sac. Its sexy. But get rid of the balls.”

“Sorry, ladies, but my balls stay. I can’t cum without them,” I chimed in.

“But sweetie, that’s the point. Cum is nasty. It smells and makes me sick. You get it all over the sheets where it stains. Without cum you would be so much hotter. I could fuck and suck you all day then” Lillie said.

“Lillie, you mean if I had no balls you would have regular sex with me?”

“Yes, love. That’s what my problem is. Your cum is what stops me from sucking and fucking you.”

Kayla added, “I’d fuck and suck you all day, too. That would be so hot.”

“But, without balls I couldn’t have sex. I wouldn’t be a man.”

Kayla responded, “no, that’s wrong. I’m an RN and have seen many men without balls. They’re still men. They have sex. You can have orgasms and by taking testosterone can get the male hormones your balls make. You can even put in fake balls to look normal. Although I think no balls looks the hottest.”

I answered back, “you mean my sex drive remains the same and I can have orgasms? The only thing that will change is no cum?”

“Yes” Kayla said. “You’ll have what are called dry orgasms. And you will live longer and not have to worry about certain cancers.”

“And that’s what I find so hot, sweetheart,” Lillie chimed in looking at me with sincere eyes. “The three of us can have great sex and I wouldn’t feel sick from your nasty cum.”

“Well, I’ll tell you what. Let me think about it. It just sounds too good to be true,” I said in an attempt to end this conversation.

“That’s all I ask, honey. You know I love you,” replied Lillie.

“One last question, Lil. Would you object to the fake balls?”

“Whatever you want, dear.”

Over the next few days I thought about this conversation a lot. I didn’t know if Lillie and Kayla were joking or serious. I trusted Lillie and believed what she said about cum making her sick. From what she had been through I could understand her feelings. And I loved the sex the three of us were having. I began to worry that the sex would end if I didn’t do what they wanted but also worried about losing my balls. So, I decided not to talk to Lillie and Kayla about it while doing some research on my own. I wanted to make Lillie happy but I honestly thought it was a crazy idea.

After reading up on the effects of castration I discovered that Kayla was right. That with taking testosterone and other medications a man can continue with a fairly normal life, including sex. I also discovered fake balls did exist and many men had them implanted. So I took the next step and scheduled appointments with two local urologists. I told the first urologist, Dr. Morrow, I had pain in my testicles. He examined me and I asked him some general questions about castration. He said he didn’t do them but I had nothing to worry about as my testicles were healthy. With the second urologist, Dr. Gray, I was more frank. I asked point blank if he did castrations and what are the side effects. Dr. Gray said he did not do elective bilateral orchiectomies and he discussed the side effects. He said just about the same thing that I had read in the books. He also showed me some artificial testicles.

Pulling into the driveway I was happy to see Kayla’s car. It had been a couple of months since the last “lose your balls” talk. And I loved the sex we had been having every week. It had become a little kinky, both Lillie and Kayla seemed to love it when they would handcuff me and jerk my collar with their leash. They had become pretty demanding by ordering me to eat their pussies and fucking me up the ass with ever larger dildos. But I enjoyed it and was happy to see Lillie get off. Still, I had not fucked either of the girls during our threesomes nor did I get oral in return. All of my orgasms were either from Kayla’s hand or my own.

When I went into the house both Kayla and Lillie were sitting on the couch chatting. I said hello and went to kiss Lillie but she turned her head and blew me off. I went into the kitchen and poured a glass of wine then walked back into the living room.

“What’s going on? Did I do something wrong?” I queried.

Both women shot darts right at me.

“What?” I repeated.

“Its been a couple of months. Have you finished thinking yet?” Kayla snapped.

“What are you talking about?” I said.

“Honey, you said you would think about getting rid of your balls. That was a couple of months ago,” Lillie softly said.

“Lillie, I thought you and Kayla were joking. I’m not sure I want to do it,” I replied.

With her eyes tearing up Lillie said, “then I can’t keep having sex with you. Everytime you cum I want to throw up. It reminds me too much of my childhood. I’m sorry.”

“I have to agree with Lillie,” Kayla said. “I can’t do the threesomes anymore if she’s going to be so upset.” Kayla got up as if she was leaving.

I felt trapped but had an escape.

“Wait a minute”, I pleaded. “I not only thought about it but I saw some doctors already.” With that Lillie’s tears stopped and she smiled so big that it seemed the whole room lit up.

“You did? You did that for me?” Lillie cooed.

“Who did you see?” Kayla demanded.

“Dr. Morrow and Dr. Gray.” I replied.

“What did they say?”

“Neither will do the surgery. But they confirmed what you said, Kayla.”

“Well, you have been a good boy. Let’s go to the bedroom,” Kayla remarked with a tight little smile.

The sex was still fantastic. Kayla kept remarking how she couldn’t wait to see my balless sac. Lillie said she couldn’t wait to suck my dick for the first time and not worry about my cum. I was so excited and got so carried away that I told them that I was ready to lose my balls right then and there. As a bonus, they both let me fuck their pussies. It was the first time we ever did that.

The next morning Lillie and I were alone eating breakfast on the patio. She told me how important I was to her and how she would always be there to take care of me. Lillie said she knew that for me to agree to be castrated just for her showed how much I loved her. I told Lillie that I had not made a final decision and if I had the surgery I was going to have the implants and take testosterone. I also reminded her we would never be able to have children. She just smiled and nodded.

That evening when I came home Kayla’s car was parked in the driveway along with another car I didn’t recognize. I went into the house and Lillie rushed up and kissed me and said we had a guest. Kayla then introduced a large older woman as Dr. Cruz, whom she worked with at the hospital. She appeared to be in her mid 50’s and had a slight Latino accent. Lillie handed me a glass of wine and told me to sit down and talk with Dr. Cruz. Lillie and Kayla then disappeared. Dr. Cruz said she was an urologist and that Kayla told her I was interested in a bilateral orchiectomy. I told her I had not made a final decision but we had discussed it. Dr. Cruz talked about the pros and cons of the procedure, what to expect, the length of the surgery, recovery, etc. She said that she could do the procedure. I asked about the implants and Dr. Cruz said she could do that as well and she would prescribe all the necessary medications for me.

As we were talking I began to feel a little warm and heavy. I finished my glass of wine and suddenly I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Dr. Cruz asked if I was alright and I said I was feeling a little tired. The next thing I knew Lillie and Kayla were grabbing an arm and leading me to our bedroom. I tried to talk but couldn’t. I felt myself lying down and being undressed on our bed. Lillie was whispering in my ear something about shaving my body but I didn’t have the strength to answer. The next thing I knew Kayla was gently rubbing a cold washcloth on my forehead and face asking if I was awake. I opened my eyes and realized I was now on a table in the guest bedroom. I felt cold and realized I was naked and my feet were in some kind of stirrups. I could see Kayla, Lillie and Dr. Cruz standing over me. The light overhead was bright and Dr. Cruz was asking if I was alright. I nodded yes but was real groggy. Lillie said in a loud clear voice, “we’re going to castrate you now, dear.”

“You might feel a little sting as I’m putting a needle in your scrotum” I heard Dr. Cruz say. I definitely felt the sting and it made me a little more awake. I lifted my head up and saw I was strapped to the table and both my hands were tied to the side of it. My dick was taped to my abdomen. Dr. Cruz was standing over my genitals with a syringe and Kayla was standing next to her holding a scalpel. I kept saying “no, don’t” but the words came out as a whisper. Lillie whispered in my ear “relax, darling. It’ll soon be over and I will be so happy and proud of you.” I put my head down and realized this was going to happen and there was nothing I could do about it. Dr. Cruz began describing what she was doing. “Okay, I’m making an incision on the left side…here’s the testicle…Lillie cut here between the clamps…I’m suturing the left side…here’s an incision on the right side…good job Lillie…” I could feel some tugging and pulling but that was all.

The next thing I knew I was waking up on my own bed. My feet were elevated on a bunch of pillows and I couldn’t feel anything below my waist. I realized my hands were tied to the side of the bed. I called Lillie and in a few seconds she appeared.

“Oh, honey, you’re awake. How are you feeling?”

“I’m dry and thirsty and can’t feel anything below my waist,” I replied.

“Dr. Cruz numbed you up pretty good. We have an ice pack on your crotch so leave it there.”

The realization of what had happened began to dawn on me. I was balless.

“Did she put in the artificial balls?” I asked.

“No,” Lillie said. “She will explain why tomorrow when she comes to see you. Let me untie your hands.”

Lillie untied my hands and explained that I was to take some antibiotics and pain pills. She also showed me a bottle of pills and said they were testosterone and I would need to take them too. Lillie helped me with some water and put some ice in my mouth. I looked at me genitals and all looked okay. There was some swelling and I saw the four sutures on each side of my scrotum. It didn’t look too bad. “I’m really proud of my man,” Lillie cooed as she kissed me. “Now rest.”

I was really angry at first because I had not made a final decision, it was made for me. I couldn’t figure out how I ended up here. One day we’re having sex and joking and the next I’m a gelding. But Lillie was so supportive and happy. She said that Dr. Cruz and Kayla convinced her that if we just went ahead and did the surgery it would be best for me. Lillie also said she thought I was changing my mind and to save our marriage she agreed with Kayla and Dr. Cruz. She kept saying how she wanted to spend her life with me and this would work out perfectly. I knew the look would return to normal with the implants and with the testosterone I’d feel better and stronger. Slowly, I accepted my new look.

Dr. Cruz came to the house every day for the next week. She explained that she could not implant the artificial testicles because of the swelling. She said she would do that in 6-9 months. Dr. Cruz gave us a large jar of cream and told the girls to massage my body with it everyday so as to prevent dry chapping skin. Lillie and Kayla were very attentive massaging me with the cream and they made sure I took my meds. On the seventh day Dr. Cruz removed all the sutures. After about a month I felt completely healed. Everyday I looked in the mirror and saw my empty scrotum and couldn’t wait to get the fake ones implanted. I knew the girls had shaved my pubic area but I noticed that no hair was growing back and my legs also had no hair. I asked Dr. Cruz about that and she said it would take time for the testosterone pills to kick in. Lillie just giggled when I asked her why they shaved my body. She said she misunderstood Dr. Cruz’s directions.

On the 30th day after my castration Lillie and Kayla made an announcement. Kayla was moving in to the guest bedroom and tonight we were going to have our first threesome since my surgery. I really wasn’t that excited as before but we went to the bedroom and I was ordered to strip. Kayla put my collar on and yanked the leash. “You belong to us now. On your belly!” barked Kayla. I lay down on my stomach and Lillie handcuffed me to the bed post. Then nothing. I could hear the door open and felt the room was empty. After awhile I could hear Lillie’s panting and groaning, only it was coming from the guest room, now Kayla’s room. After about two hours of listening to Lillie and Kayla’s noises they came back into my bedroom. Lillie undid my cuffs and said she had a surprise for me. I rolled on my back and she leaned over me and put my limp dick in her mouth. After a lot of work I got hard. At the same time Kayla was stroking my empty scrotum. It was very erotic, I never felt such a good feeling from there before. After about 15 minutes I still didn’t have an orgasm. Lillie took my dick out of her mouth and began stroking my cock with her hand. Kayla slid a finger up my ass and began massaging my prostate. Within minutes I had an orgasm. It wasn’t entirely dry but almost. It was also the last one I had.

As time went on I became less angry. My sex drive evaporated but I didn’t mind. The sessions with Lillie and Kayla became fewer and when we did have sex I just ate their pussies and got fucked up the ass by both of them. Lillie convinced me to stop working. She said she wanted me to be a “man of leisure. Go out and enjoy. Play golf, hang with your buddies, do whatever you want.” But instead I began gardening and working on my culinary skills while Lillie managed our finances. I didn’t have the energy for golf and didn’t want to see my old friends. At night I could hear Lillie in Kayla’s bedroom as they moaned and groaned with pleasure while I did my needlepoint.

My body hair wasn’t growing back at all. Also, my dick was getting smaller and my breasts were always sore. I had some hot flashes but they were few and manageable. Three months after the surgery Dr. Cruz stopped by and she said I shouldn’t worry. “Just keep taking the pills,” she advised. We would discuss it more when she saw me in three months to do the implants. At the same time Lillie was always attentive. She called me her “special man” and complimented me on my appearance saying I was hot and sexy.

Six months after the surgery Dr. Cruz came by the house to discuss having the implants done. She asked if I was taking the pills as directed. I told her I was but showed her how I had no hair growing in and no longer needed to shave. She said the hair was coming in but it was very fine. She didn’t seem too concerned. She said I shouldn’t be too concerned about the size of my penis, it looked normal and healthy to her. We agreed to do the surgery the following week.

I awoke to see Lillie’s smiling face. “Is it over?” I asked. “Yes, sweetie, its done. You just relax.” I fell back asleep smiling as I knew I would have balls again.

Hearing voices I opened my eyes. I felt serious pain in my scrotum and asked for some pain medication. Kayla hovered over me and injected something into my IV. The pain went away and I fell asleep again.

“Honey, can you hear me?” It was Lillie’s voice. I opened my eyes and saw my wife and Dr. Cruz standing over me. “What happened?” I asked. Dr. Cruz answered, “I’m sorry but there were some problems. We couldn’t do the implants. In fact we had to remove your entire scrotum.” I closed my eyes and felt like someone hit me with a hammer. “Its okay, love. You’re healthy and I love you. You’ll be fine,” I heard Lillie say.

One night, several months later, after they both fucked my ass with a ten inch dildo, Kayla leaned over and looking at my hairless little dick said “you know, come to think of it you were much hotter with balls.” Lillie reached over and held the little thing between her thumb and index finger and said, “you know, Kayla, you’re right.” With that they both broke out laughing.

“How could you laugh about that?” I said.

“You really don’t get it do you?” Lillie said. “You are our eunuch, our slave. We did this to you.”

“What do you mean you did this to me,” I demanded.

“God, you are so stupid” Kayla replied.

“We kept you around because you have money and you saved me from the horror show where I grew up” chimed in Lillie. “That’s why you’re even alive. Those pills you take aren’t testosterone they’re estrogen, just as the cream we put on you was. Why do you think you have tits? I love women’s bodies and can’t stand men’s, especially their dicks and balls. So be thankful we gave you a new life with a feminine body” Lillie said in a harsh voice.

It hit me like a ton of bricks. “Who is Dr. Cruz?”

Kayla responded, “she’s a vet I know and a tough bull dyke. You weren’t the first guy she’s castrated. But you were the easiest.”

“Did I tell you I came in my panties both times I snipped your manhood?” Lillie said with an edge in her voice. She got up and walked into her bedroom and came back a moment later holding a jar. She put the jar in front of my face.

“Just remember, we own you,” Lillie said as I looked in horror at my balls floating in liquid right before my eyes. “And if you ever try to snitch on us or do something stupid we’ll have your dick join your balls in this jar.” With that Lillie and Kayla left my room laughing all the way.

For the past year I couldn’t bear to look at my body until today. I pretty much stay inside the house. I tried to stop taking the estrogen but couldn’t stand the hot flashes so I keep taking it. Lillie moved into Kayla’s bedroom and at night I can hear them as they moan and groan with pleasure. I keep busy by doing the laundry, cooking, cleaning and keeping up the garden. Every now and then my mistresses still chain me to the bed and fuck me up the ass as they remind me that I’m just a eunuch and my purpose is to serve them.