Getting Started Down the Path

by Malecheii

Prologue

I first stumbled across the Euncuh Archive following a link from BME. Like most, I suppose, my journey began in the Stories Archive where all my deepest fantasies appeared in many variations. Always a submissive, and between relationships, I found the musings of others who wanted less sex or better control over their lives to be very appealing. Many nights and weekends were spent glued to my monitor drinking in the tales, torments and occassional biographies.

No longer willing to be just a guest, I wanted to participate. So I added myself to the membership and quickly found the Message Board section to be a new favorite place to hang-out. Reading the "real deal" is more interesting than mere fantasy alone. I hope you agree.

The Message Board greatly extended my journey to include exploring Dr. Kimmel and company (in nearby Phildepelphia), surgical centers overseas and discussions of more homemade options to arrive at a new life destination. Yet, many writers cautioned that great care must be made due to the irreversable nature of the operation... so my journey expanded to include overseas pharmacies and information on a chemical way to explore the lifestyle to see if it was right for me...

Second Step

Another evening of extreme horniness was upon me. I had just returned from a week at South Beach, sunning my now-smooth body in the barest of bikinis and my bright-red Speedo thong. A day at the Spa included a complete body waxing, some long over-due nails work (hands and feet) and a nice cut and style. The sun, sand and boys are the best on the East Coast. Beach all day, clubs all night. Squeeze in a few zzz's after jacking off (for the third time each day). Sure, I could have brought a guy back to the hotel on any evening, but in this day of AIDS awareness, all the fun is taken away from casual sex with hard-bodied strangers. Taking matters into my own hand seemed my only relief.

But that was yesterday, and this is today. Clouds, rain, cool and brown. Early spring in upstate NY is not exactly spring in So. Florida. Stripped to my favorite thong, I fired-up the computer and after sorting through the usual SPAM and real emails, I quickly found myself back at the Archive. Inspired perhaps by new levels of horniness, I clicked on the CHAT button for the first time and quickly was welcomed by Tom from PA. What's this connecton between PA and eunuchdom, I amusingly thought?

Tom explained to me that he was committed to surgery in the future but was going to ease himself into it after several months or more of Androcur. I shared that it seemed like the best approach when he asked me if I was ready for the next step on my journey? Initially, I was taken aback, confronted by the cold light of reality encroaching on my dark fantasies.

Tom quickly summarized my position: young(er), horny all the time, obssessed with sex and men. Too many hours wasted surfing the web looking at porn, chatting with other boys and jacking-off until there was not a clean towel in the house. Bulls-eye!

"Come-on, man. Go for it. You'll get your life back!" I vividly recall him saying.

"Sure, I've been to Masters Marketing (on-line pharmacy) and even filled-out an order form on several occassions, but always chickened out at the last second and closed my browser before checking-out. I guess, I'm just scared." I shared.

"That's cool, Malecheii, but you'll never know what it's like and if it's the right choice for you unless you take that first step."

Fair enough, I thought, but was it a step that there was no going back from? I wondered...

The next evening, I received an IM from Tom thanking me for the chat and wanting to know if we could be friends. I accepted and added him to my buddy list. A few days later, once again in my study wearing nothing but a thong and a huge butt plug, a tone indicated that Tom was on-line and wanted to chat.

"What you up to man? Getting into trouble again?" he inquired.

"Yeah, I guess you could say that. I'm horny as hell and looking for relief."

I then got another message that he had turned his web-cam on. DId I want to see it? Sure, I accepted. An image of an attractive, naked body filled the corner of my screen. A huge PA pierced onto the end of his large dick. Tom sat stroking himself for my pleasure. "Do you have a web-cam?" he asked.

"Yeah, wait-one." A few clicks and Tom was greeted by my smooth belly and upper groin. I removed my thong and let him see my package. I guess it was a little cold in the room, because my balls were drawn-up tight and my cock was not yet at full mast.

"Looks like you work-out." He offered. "Nice body."

"Well, I swim a mile before work at the local Y and try to stay active as much as  I can. Need to look good in a speedo, or less." I offered.

"Oh yeah. You're gonna make a fine euncuh, dude." Tom typed. "Of course, your package is gonna shrink-some once you begin your treatments" he cautioned. "Would you like that? Having a smaller package at the Y under your speedos?"

That brought me to full-staff, and I began beating my meat incessesantly. "Oh yeah, Sir" I let slip without thinking of it (once a sub, always I sub, I guess).

"Great, I want you to come down here in a few months when you are real small and soft and I'll chew on your tiny penis all day. Would you like that, boy?" he inquired.

"That would be incredible sir" i typed.

"I want you to go to Master's Marketing now and order a 90-day supply of Androcur. You will write me when it arrives, boy."

Not sure what to really think, I typed: "Yes, sir" receiving a Bye in response. I then went to the Chemical section of the Eunuch Messageboard and re-read many of the threads dealing with Depo and Androcur. I eventually got the URL I needed and input the order as instructed- just for the thrill of it. All the while I was jacking-off and bouncing up-and-down on my plug. I then got to the now familiar check-out screen and had my credit-card information typed-in, assured by fellow members that this was a safe, and reliable company to order from. Yet, before I hit the ENTER key, the familiar doubt began to creep into my mind. "Don't do it, man. This is supposed to be a fantasy, not reality. Do you really want a small package? Loose some of your firm muscle that you took years to build? Cease being a sexual being?"

"Shit, I can't do it." I said and prepared to exit once again. But before I moved to the red check-box to close the Window, I thought to myself.. what will Tom say? He'll think I'm chicken-shit. He's the first guy that offered to help me on this journey, and I'm ready to walk away? After some more thought, and jacking, my mouse moved back-down the screen and I hit the SUBMIT button instead and erupted perhaps my largest orgasm in years!

The next few days brought me to new highs and lows as I struggled with this decision. I also feared that Customs would intercept my shipment and question my Doctor or worse. Afterall, John Ashcroft was our Attorney General and US Patriots need their testosterone to fight the war on terror!. But then again, they don't like gay guys in the service so, what the hell!

About four days later, a small parcel was in my mailbox when I returned from the office. With a queezy feeling in my gut, I brought it in, and with trembling hands, opened it. Inside were three small boxes of white and brown along with an invoice and instructions for taking the drug. I read the entire brochure thoroughly and marveled at statments like "may cause white, milky discharge from the male breasts" and other interesting tidbits. I have to admit, rather than scaring me, it made me hard.

Since placing my order, I had been jacking-off until my cock was sore and red. Could be among the last times, I reasoned. My ass was so wide from the constant plugging, I considered getting a box of Tampons. In fact, one day I wore my plug while swimming laps, I was so jacked-up.

Well, I better go on-line and let Tom know it arrived.

Third Step

I didn't have to wait long as Tom was on-line when I clicked on my Yahoo Messenger. I instantly got an IM- "Did it arrive yet, boy?"

"Yes" i meekly typed. "Just got them within the hour. Wanted to read the label first."

"Good. Show me the box." he typed. So i turned-on the webcam and showed him the box. The pills were neetly arranged in individual, servings of 50 mg each. "Excellent, have you taken one yet?"

"No, not yet." i replied.

"It's time to begin your treatments. Get a glass of water and take all your clothes off, I'll wait." i ran off to the sink and stripped off my clothes before sitting down in-front of the webcam. i zoomed away so that he could see me from the groin up.

"OK, now take one pill, you'll do another in the morning. I want you to start at 100 mg per day. In about 2 weeks we should see some progress when your testeterone levels go to near zero eventually, 50 mg may do it." I placed the pill on my tounge and raised the glass to my lips, almost spilling the contents as I was shaking so bad. But before I swallowed, I was overcome once again with doubt, guilt and fear. I took the pill out and set it back in the plastic tray.

"What are you doing, boy?" He typed.

"i can't, i thought i could, but i can't. Maybe it was just a fantasy, this is too much"

"I thought as much, Malecheii. That's why I am here to help you. This is what you've wanted for years, now that you have it in your reach, don't throw it away. Just try it for 30 days, if you don't like it, then send the remaining pills to me. 30 days won't do you any permanent harm and will allow you to see what you have been dreaming about. DO IT NOW!"

Of course he was right. I couldn't let this opportunity literraly slip through my fingers. With new-found resolve, I placed the pill on my tongue and raised the glass to my lips... and swallowed.

"There, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Tom asked.

"No, i guess not."

"OK, you will check-in with me every morning and evening for the next 30 days. IM me at 7 a.m. Be naked and ready to have fun. Check back with me at 7 p.m. each night and bring your favorite toy. Congratulations boy on taking your first step. Now beat-off for me and work that plug!."

i did as Tom commanded, not just this night, but every morning and night for the next 30 days all the while having second thoughts when not in the throes of lust. At first, nothing seemed to change. In fact, the orgasms were more intense than ever before. i had a brief period of diarahea as my body adjusted to the drug, but nothing more. In the middle of the second week, Tom commented that he had been timing me and that my orgasms were taking a little longer every day. "Soon, you won't want to do it any more, so enjoy yourself now.

Shit, i thought to myself, is this really what i want? Gazing into the mirror, i had to admit i liked what i saw. Smooth, muscular, youthful. Will this change all that? Well, it's only 30 days, and i already paid for the stuff, so what the heck. i hope i don't disappoint Tom when i stop, though.

In the third week, it's almost as if my libodo fell off a cliff. I had a hard-time getting it firm and the orgasm took much longer than ever. "Excellent, boy. You're treatments are making progress" Tom observed. I think your system is nearly free of male hormones. Now is when it gets really fun."

The next morning i asked Tom if i could skip the twice-daily orgasm as i wasn't up for it (literrally) and did not want to be late for work if it took another hour. "Sure, he said. I was hoping you'd say that. You're half-way there, boy. Keep it up (pardon the pun). Just show me that round ass and work your plug for 20 minutes."

i stood infront of my web-cam doing as Tom instructed, working my huge plug easily in and out of my once-tight ass lips. My cock remained half-limp and nearly lifeless throughout. After the requisite time, i eased-out the plug with a *pop * and showed him my distended hole. Tom encouraged me with a cryptic- "that's not half-bad either."

As my sex-drive continued to subside, each day i found myself concentrating more on my job. i used to get upset easily when things went wrong, by the beginning of my fourth (and final) week of treatment, i was becoming calmer about life. As i mellowed, i became to be afraid i would lose my edge so i compensated by lengthening my workouts moving from 1 to 1.5 miles of laps each morning. If i was going to be eunuch, i wanted to be a trim eunuch. What good are health benefits from lowered testosterone if your blood pressure or lipid levels increase? Then again, in another week, i may be off the medication and back to my sex-obsessed self. Better to keep all options open.

Nearr the end of the fourth week, it was becoming very difficult to get firm at all. Better yet, my physical desire to jack-off was nearly extinquished. Only my eagerness to please Tom kept me mentally aroused. Tom had me jack-off only every other day but wanted me to work the plug everyday and wear it when I swam laps. Of course, i complied. i was getting used to this daily routine and was adjusting to the lack of testerone quite well, i thought. Maybe, just maybe, i'll try another 30 days, Tom will be pleased with the decision.

Fourth Step

Tom was pleased and encouraged me some to continue. "I knew once you started this journey, you would have trouble turning back" he typed. But i need you to do this for yourself, and not just for me."

He had me curtail my jack-off sessions to just the two days on each weekend in the evening as it was getting more and more difficult. Tom also suggested i sleep with my plug in each Friday and Saturday night to help me be best prepared for some action. However, unlike in the prior month, i did not have the benefit of seeing him on his web-cam as it appeared to have stopped working. Nevertheless, i put on as good a show as i could muster.


Near the end of the month, a UPS box was found sitting on my front porch. It was post-marked Pittsburgh PA. i brought it in and there was a letter from Tom and something fairly large and flesh-colored wrapped in bubble-wrap beneath it i opened the letter first:

Malecheii,

Hard to belive it's been nearly 60 days since this new phase of your journey began. I am very proud and you have made excellent progress. I told you that you would make a fine eunuch, and it appears that i am right. You are now officially a eunuch and can no longer refer to yourself as a man.

As we discussed, you must now make a decision. Either continue your treatments with my help, or send me the  30 day supply that you have remaining. Although I have not told you this, I too have been following you on this journey and have just finished 28 days of treatment. The last several days have been bliss. That's why I had my web-cam turned-off. I wanted to see if you would continue without seeing me jack-off for you.

I've included a box with my address and sufficient postage for you to send them to me if you so chose to turn-back from your journey. If so, I expect never to hear from you again. 

However, if you decide to stay on your current path, then I expect you to take your medicine even if i am not on-line to supervise you. I need to make certain that this is what YOU want. You need to do this for yourself and not just for me.

Difficult as it may be (for both of us), I do not want to IM or email with you for the next 30 days of your treatment. You must do it on your own or not at all. If you stay on this path, I will expect you to travel here the in four weekends and spend some time with me- but I want you prepared, in mind, body and soul. Here is my phone number; (xxx) xxx-xxxx call me in 30 days and let me know if you are coming and that you have not been cuming.

To help you prepare for your visit, I included a special gift which will get you ready for what I plan to do to you. I will also take you to a studio to get both of your nipples pierced and a PA added to your little tool which will then be hooked to a ring I will have added behind your tiny balls. Once locked-in, you will not be able to jack-off ever again. Perhaps next year we will take you to Philedelphia were we will both get our final treatment. Although your cock will remained locked to your ass, I want your sack totally removed.

I know you will make the right choice for you.

Tom

i opened the bubble wrap to discover a large latex arm with it's fingers formed in a fist. i looked down at my still flaccid cock and back at the fist. The only thing i could think of is, i hope i have enough crisco! My journey continues afterall.

I hope you enjoyed my story. Comments welcome.

Malecheii