I had just gotten out of the shower when the doorbell rang. This was odd: I am retired and my

wife works I tell everyone that it took me fifty-six years to reach the dream position of being a kept

man but that I was REALLY well-qualified for the job! and we have very few visitors. The doorbell

may ring once a week but not much more. So, I threw on a robe and went to the door. It was only

8:30 AM and, while I didn't realize it at the time, this was to be one of the happiest days of my life.

My wife, Georgianna, is one of those hyperactive and successful administrative types: she

works in senior management in one of those large medical facilities. Standing at the door was one of

her workers, Carolyn, a nurse. She smiled in greeting as I opened the door and ushered her in.

"Good morning, Fred. How are you today?"

"Great, Carolyn," I answered warily. "Georgiannna's at work."

"Oh, I know that! She sent me over." She set down the large purse she was carrying on the

kitchen table and then sat herself down. "Do you have any coffee?"

"Sure! Let me get you some, and then I'll excuse myself long enough to put on some clothes." I

was still a bit confused as to just why she had appeared at my door. I had met Carolyn and her

husband, Stan, on a number of occasions but we were not close friends, though Georgianna held

Caroyn in really high professional regard.

"That won't be necessary, Fred. Get us both some coffee and sit yourself down." I meekly got

two cups of coffee and sat down. "No cream or sugar, right?"

"That's right. Straight coffee. I'm just a simple farm girl."

"So, why did Georgianna send you over here?" I was more than curious: I was a bit angry at

the intrusion. I normally have to jack off three or four times a day, and I'd been planning on starting my

day dumping a load so I could get back to writing my book.

"She had decided it's time for you to be clipped." There was no emotion in her flat voice. It

was just information: she sounded like she was giving a weather report.

"Clipped? What?" I almost stammered in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Don't be coy, Fred. Neutered. Altered. Castrated. Deballed. Denutted. Some call it "bing

fixed" but that is absurd you are being broken, not repaired."

"And what makes you think I'm going to go along with this?" I almost spluttered. I was really

getting hot and it must have showed in my voice.

"I don't think Georgianna is interested in your attitudes, Fred. She just ordered me over here

to take care of it. She feels it is time" Again, her voice lacked inflection. And then I collapsed

emotionally. All resistance went out of me. I felt defeated. I felt relieved. If Georgianna had decided,

then it must be the right thing and, after all, I had dreamed of this for decades. I just had lacked the

courage to get it done.

"I know that she's right. It is something I have felt I needed to get done for quite a while."

Carolyn niodded and reached for her purse. She put on some reading glasses and pulled out a folder

and opened it. She consulted one of the papers.

"You have told Georgianna a lot about yourself. I suspect that you have done so on a

subconscious level and you probably have done this when you have been drinking. In other words, you

have confessed a lot to her in an unrecognized hope that she would step up to the plate and have you

castrated, thus removing the choice from you. Doe that make sense?" She peered at me over the top

of her glasses.

"Whenever I talked to her about it, she just brushed it off," I complained. "I don't remember

that we ever talked about it She just wouldn't hear of it." I was defensive now and felt myself starting

to sweat. I also had a huge hard-on and I was trying to rearrange my robe so that Carolyn wouldn't

notice it.

"I don't know that I want to speak for Georgianna, but I suspect that she was trying to save

you as a man. That is what happened with Stan. Once I realized that he was just a sissy-guy with nuts

and that the nuts were giving him problems, I snipped him, and he has been a delightful person ever

since."

"Stan always seemed so gentle and calm and at peace with himself," I said nervously. "I didn't

realize that he was snipped."

"Ten years ago. He also is a lot better a worker now though I have to be careful the work I let

him do: he can be really petty about some things. But he doesn't waste his time jerking off or lost in

sexual phantasies or getting unnecessarily angry. It was when I told Georgianna about this last week

that she instructed me to take a day off and take care of you." She smiled thinly. The smile held little

warmth.

"I do want to be clipped. Neither you nor Georgianna know the full story, but it is more than

wanting to be cut. I need to be nutted." Carolyn turned back to the paper.

"Let's go over a few things before I take care of the castration. And enjoy that hard-on, as it

will be the last you may ever have." She grinned, with a bit of a mean streak, and laughed. "I am going

to make you an un-man, a reduced male, a eunuch. You DO understand that, don't you?" She leaned

back and lit a cigarette. The smoke spiraled up.

"I do. I need to be an un-man, as you put it."

"Fine. Now, your strongest sexual fantasy since age 12 has that of being voluntarily castrated.

Georgianna did not know why you developed this fantasy, but she did know that you are horrified at

involuntary castration scenarios but thoughts of having yourself nutted would make you really aroused."

She blew a small and very discrete smoke-ring. Then she finished her coffee and set the cup down.

I said nothing. I did not want to say anything. I just sat there, confused.

"Well, Fred? Is this true?"

"Georgianna did not need to know why I have this need. It is a private matter."

"If you know, Fred, I need you to tell me. What happened when you were 12." She was

pre-emptory and demanding and had a sharp tone in her voice.

"Carolyn, it is none of your business. It all happened a long time before I met Georgianna." I

was sulking now. To cover my thoughts, I got us each another cup of coffee and emptied her ash tray.

"I do need to know and you know this. I will, of cousre, pass this on to Georgianna. Do I

have to remind you of the various public disgraces you are experiencing?" She had brown hair, starting

to gently grey. She had strong legs, a large bust, a tight ass, and a bit of a belly. She stared at me.

Again, I broke emotionally.

"It dealt with my mother," I said. "Let's leave it at that." I smiled thinly at her. My hard-on

was shrinking as it always did with Don women. It is a good thing that Georgianna has gone through

menopause and almost never wants sex, as I cannot perform with her. Dom bitches scare me as I am

just putty in their hands.

"Of course it dealt with your mother. Fred, give me the full story in the Readers' Digest

version, or I will leave and tell your wife that you were a petulant snot."

"I can't," I said iserably. "My mother is dead."

"You not only can, you will tell me. And your mother did something. Tell me." I felt like a

deflated balloon. I just lacked any spine to resist.

"Can this be between us?" I asked hopefully.

"Absolutely not. Now, tell me. What happened with your mother when you were 12 to lead to

your wish to be nutted? Don't ramble. Just tell me." She smiled warmly. "You will feel better after

you've told me, but I do need to know before I can make you the way you need to be made."

"All right, then. I really don't do well with pushy women." I looked at her in defeat and sipped

at my coffee while I gathered my thoughts. "I turned 12 over the winter. I was starting to go through

puberty. I had peach-fuzz pubic hair. I was having wet dreams once or twice a week. I was seeing

my dick and balls grow. This was before there was much sex education around and I was, well, naive.

In the Spring, one of the older boys in my Scout troop taught me how to jerk off. I had to suck him off

in return but that seemed a reasonable exchange. I then started banging my bed every day or so. My

come started off being just a clear liquid but slowly started becoming thicker and whiter." I paused. "Is

that enough?"

"Tell me about your mother," she ordered.

"Mom was the original Dom Bitch, Carolyn. She pussy-whipped my Dad through their life.

One day I was happily jerking off in bed in the late afternoon when Mom burst in. I hastily threw the

covers over me. But she knew. And then she tore into me, calling me all sorts of names. She finally

looked at me and told me that if I EVER did that again, she'd have to get someone in to cut off my nuts

so I wouldn't be a problem. Well, then she stormed out. She was half-drunk and I doubt if she

remembered the incident later. Later? Hell, the instant she talked about getting me nutted, my dick

popped up to full attention. As soon as she left, I started thinking about being done, and I ended up

hitting the ceiling when I came. If I can't get it up any other way, all I have to think of is asking

someone to cut me, and, wham!, I am hard as a flag-pole."

"Georginanna liked your mother and suspected something of the sort." She sipped her coffee,

and then went on. "You really shouldn't discuss sexual matters when you are drunk, Fred. Georgianna

also tells me that you are bisexual and that you are a passive bottom and prefer guys with big hairy

dicks who can shoot large loads into you. She also says that you complain about getting turned on

when a guy sticks it up you and that you resent the need for guys to want to do you, as you just want to

be used. Is that right?"

"All of it, Carolyn. I do not want to be cut: I need to be cut."

"Ah, yes! You have problems going out in public due to what they used to call satyriasis.

What was that story about the check-out line at Wal-Mart you told Georgianna several weeks ago?"

"I never told her about that~" I responded hotly. Carolyn consulted her papers.

"Oh, but you did. Georgianna has been worried about you for some time. It is amazing how an

injection can make you speak and how great hypnosis can be in making you spill all. You have been

causing her a lot of worry and she has been checking things out on you. And you remember nothing of

telling her that you saw this guy with a loaded front to his pants and were so overcome with a sexual

urgency that made you leave the store to go home and whack off. How do feelings such as that make

you feel?"

"Damned awful, Carolyn. It is embarrassing. It is humiliating." My breath had been tight but

was starting to loosen up a bit.

"Well, you've suffered from self-esteem issues for quite a while, but Georgianna has decided

that these are best answered with a simple snipping rather than by some convoluted course of therapy.

Two quick cuts, and you will be free."

"Please do it, Carolyn. I do need to have it done."

"Fine. Then let me advise you of some things. Do you understand what will happen to you?"

She had softened her voice and I felt my cock getting large again at the though of being snipped.

Damn, I hated it. It only seemed to pop up at the wrong times.

"I have read a lot about it. I will be a eunuch." I smirked smugly. "That will make you and

Georgianna very happy."

"Dear heavens, Fred. Georgianna is doing this because you need to have it done. She

probably would have been very happy with some testosterone-laden Type-A corporate executive. But

she fell in love with you, a pitiful and broken man of only limited worth, and so she is giving you the gift

you need to be happy. Yes, you will soon be an un-man. Do you realize the consequences?"

"Uh, my weight will increase and shift. My skin will become softer. My nuts will shrink. My

dick will shrink. I will be, well, more manageable. I will probably live longer. I will have to do a lot of

exercise. I will have to watch my diet closely. I will still be able to have erections and to come but it

will take me longer and a bit of effort."

"Well, you are in the ball-park and bear in mind that not all "eunuch experiecnes" are, well,

unique, to make a joke with a man about to shoot his last load and to become unmanned. You sex

drive will drop to zero. You may still be able to get it up, but you will not want to do so unless you

shoot up with testosterone, and I am making certain that Georgianna keeps that under lock and key for

her pleasure and not for yours. You may still think about getting a dick up the butt but it just will not

interest you. You will be aware that once you had a sex drive and you will be aware that you no longer

have a sex drive and it will not matter much. You may still see that stud with the happy basket in his

pants but you will just see him as an expression of beauty and not a a potential lover. Many of the finest

of the Classical sculptors and painters were eunuchs for that reason: they could know beauty without

being sidelined by lust." She smiled thinly, again without emotion. "Sign this."

She handed over a consent form in three copies and three pages each. This set out that I

understood what I was going to have done and that I accepted the consequences. I stuttered at one

clause.

"It says here that there are no guarantees. That I can recognize. But what is this about some

with successful operations still having wet dreams and pizzle-proud pricks? I want that sort of stuff to

STOP."

"As they say, your mileage will vary. Most of those I've unmanned are calmer, less aggressive,

less snappy. And they have an interest in sex which is zero: if they have a partner, the partner has to

work them up to it and, even then, they rarely ejaculate as, well, it just seems a lot of work without

much of a payoff. But destudded guys do like to cuddle and hold and that keeps most partners happy."

She grinned a bit nastily. "Well, that is what WOMEN want more than being hammered with some

cock. But your experience may be different: gay guys want to hammer it in or be hammered and are

less interested in simply snuggling down for th enight. But you are a married man, soon to be a married

and ineffective castrate."

"Let us get it done, Carolyn." I was awash in a green haze of sperm-induced fantasy, and I

wanted to be freed from this.

"Lead the way, and don't swing the hips. You used to do that in your kilt in your Scottish drag

days but this is real time. If you want, well, some eunuchs announce their condition by wearing a white

D-ring on the right side. Those looking for eunuch lover seem to do the opposite but, what do I

know?" She patted me fondly on the butt as we headed upstairs. I found that I was getting really

woozy.

We went to the bedroom. She patted me fondly on my ass as we went uptairs. I was terrified.

I was aroused. I loved being a sub married to a Dom women. I loved being a passive bottom with

guys. I loved sucking off a hard dick. I just did not like screwing. I had ached to be altered since I

was 12 and now it was to be real. Carolyn took off my robe and told me to stand while she got some

towels. She spread these on the bed and ordered me to lie down.

"Georgianna was specific in her instructions. She wanted you neutered in the bed where you

sired your three children."

"I understand. I like this, as well." My dick was really hard and really throbbing. Carolyn

noticed this.

"You find this exciting, don't you?" she smirked. "You will probably spurt off while I'm doing

my thing. It will do you good. Enjoy it. You will never want sex again."

"I need to be fixed," I answered snippily.

"Well, you need to be able to live a happy life, and I will take care of that," Carolyn laughed.

"Now, spread your legs while I wash you. She went into the master bathroom and returned with a pan

of warm water. I vaguely suspected that Georginanna had done this the night before. She was a

conniving and manipulative woman but, then, she ws my Dom Fem Bitch, as I referred to her with my

gay guy buds.

"What are you going to do?" I asked nervously.

"Let's talk. I can use a Burdizzo to destroy the blood supply to the testicles. Or I can cut you

and remove the vas deferens. Either way, the blood supply to the nuts will be blocked and your

testicles will die. Or I can remove them completely but I don't approve of that unless you want to save

them or to eat them. Georgianna suggested the Burdizzo and that is my favorite: I have to castrate

several calfs at my farm later today and, well, you will be less of a project than they will be, especially

after I sedate you."

"I thought the Burdizzo was unreliable," I answered. "Why not cut?"

"Oh, you child. I KNOW how to use a Budizzo and I will clip you the first time. I doped your

coffee and you are nw getting very calm. I wil soon give you a shot to calm you even more. I will then

use two different pain drugs, one for your nuts and the other for the skin. Choose now: do you want to

eat your own nuts or to gift them to Georgianna? The Burdizzo is used to castrate animals and, well,

you are, in the end, just another animal I am treating."

"Do I have to watch? And why is Georgianna not here?"

"I have nutted several dozen guys wthout their knowledge and they didn't have to watch. But

those who choose this course will have to watch it. I have knocked you out so that you can no longer

object and if you try to protest, you will just fall down. But Georgianna wanted you awake and alert

and she asked me to film it, and I've got a camera set up over there." She motioned to a video set-up

of some sort some feet from the bed. "Georginanna wanted you to watch this with her afterwards."

"I need to be led. I want a woman in charge of my life. Georgianna has been great for that.

She is the Dom Fem Bitch."

"So, do you want snipped or smashed?" She grinned evilly. I was really groggy. I reached for

my coffee cup but could not find it. Carolyn held it to my lips. It felt really sooting going down.

"Which hurts?" I asked as best I could.

"Neither will hurt as I will anesthesize your nuts and flesh. You will hurt afterwards about the

same. Either way, you will be an un-man after the fact. Choose!" And she laughed. She actually

laughed. It rather felt like being in the hands of the Wicked Witch of the West. I was waiting for the

flying monkeys.

"Do your thing, Carolyn," I said tiredly. "I know that this is necessary. Just do as you feel

best." I was really groogy by now. I just wanted to get it done and get it over. "Will there be pain?" I

suddenly asked.

"Not much. I will cut into your nuts and take out the vas deferens. You will have stitches to

deal with and some discomfort. I will leave you with some pain meds and would recommend ice bags

for a while and no heavy lifting or a week. Now, lie down and keep your mouth shut. I have to work."

I felt a needle prick into my arm. Then things went from groggie to loopie. I slipped back later into

some sort of coherence and Carolyn just smiled thinly. I remember coming twice. HUGE explosins as

my nuts were cut. I was really embarrassed. I have no self-respect and I enjoyed being powerless as

my manhood was taken from me. I needed that

"Sissy-boy, you are an un-man. I have made certain that you wil no longer be a threat to

anyone. Be gentle and be kind and, well, I don't have to tel you that. You wil be gentle. I removed

your ability to be anything else. You wanted this and be happy. I'm going to dope you again and leave

when Georgianna gets home. Enjoy your new life, and I'll be in touch." I felt a knick in my arm and

then I fell asleep again.

Georgianna came home some hours later. She woke me up time and again to make me watch

Carolyn's vido of my emasculation.

"Sweety, I would have made you cook up your nuts for me, you now. But Carolyn felt that

that was a bit kinky, and I respect her views. She has a great career in correcting errant husbands and

has done several dozen. How do you feel?"

"Really woozy. I need to sleep."

"Well, watch this, and then you can sleep. I love the thought of your watching a movie of your

owne denutting. You were such a naughty boy and know you shall be my nutless boy. Are you

happy?"

Tiredly, I said, "ask me in several days, my love. Right now, I just need to sleep.

A week went by. The incisions healed and the sutures dropped out. I had some aching but,

what the hey, icebags helped. Then Carolyn came by, the day after everything was as back to normal

as would ever be the case.

Again, she came at 8:30. Again, I was just out of the shower and in my bathrobe. Again, she

forced her way in and demanded coffee. Then she ordered me to open my robe

"You are asking a bit much. I see no reason why I should do so."

"Georgianna wanted some proof that the operation worked. Open your robe." Part of my

mind protested but the rest told me to do it.

"I suppose that you want to check out your work," I said, with a touch of bitterness.

"Calm down, un-man. I did to you what needed to be done. Now, sit back and let me look."

I did so, bitterly. She massaged my scrotum. She played with my now-useless dick. She then said the

magi words, "you want me to castrate you". Nothing happened. My dick laid limp in her hand.

Carolyn grinned and let free of my flacid and useless dick.

"You have graduated. You are now an un-man, a eunuch, a gelding.

Georgianna walked in and smiled. "You are not worthless. You are just no longer a man. You

are just a being whom I love and whom I have hasd altered from love. I am nasty enough to tease you

on occasion but, in the end, you will be a lot happier as a gelding. This was necessary.

"Yes, dear," I answered.

In the quiet of the night I enjoy not having my nuts ruling me. In public, I am always deferential

to my wife. In private, I can really be petty on really pettiy matters, but, then, she snaps me in place by

reminding me that I am no longer a man.

I tried to masturbate the other day and, well, it was just too much of an effort to think about it.

Am I happy? Absolutely. I am still mad at my Mother for stirring this up in me but, then, I

suspect Mom would prefer me as a gelding than as a male. Have progeny then get your nuts snipped.

I am calm and I am happy.

I am not male or female. I am just of, well, the new sex, the third gender, those who have risen

above the need for sex.

It is easier to shave now but, well, I can jerk off but then I sort of fall asleep in the middle of it.

Go figure.

I am, well, calm and happy. Folks contact me who want to push their cocks into my ass and of

course I want this. But the want is emotional and not physical. I am glad that my own dick remains,

well, just a piss-tube.

A much happier Fred