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Six months after our marriage on a Saturday, Kim took me to a dinner at her friends place. Jenny and Karen lived over in Tiburon. We live in Mill Valley and I guess Kim met them at a local health spa. We had dinner and were relaxing in the living room. I had a number of drinks and I guess I became quite numb. I couldn’t move very well. I was awake but in a kind of daze. They stood me up and took me to another room. It was like I was a robot. I really didn’t have a will of my own. Then they started to undress me. I really couldn’t resist. It was, to use and old cliché, like being in a dream. I was kind of wake but not really aware of what was happening. I couldn’t move or speak.

When they had me naked, they put me on a table and had me lay down. My legs were put into some kind of anklets and attached to some ropes hanging from the ceiling. Kim came over and kissed me on the forehead. Then Jenny and Karen took over. I don’t remember much but I know I felt a lot of touching and pulling of my genital area. When they were done, Jenny held up two flesh colored objects. My testicles. She smiled. They got me up and put a robe on me. We went out to the car and Kim drove me home. She gave me some drink and I passed out.

I woke up Sunday and felt a little sore in the groin area. It felt like someone had kicked me in the balls. I reached down and rubbed and found a bandage. Then I remembered the previous night and screamed. Kim woke up immediately. She told me it was alright and to relax. I just asked her why? She said she wanted to make sure I didn’t find a third wife. She liked our life style and wanted to keep it. This would ensure it. What woman would want a eunuch for a husband? That word really struck home, eunuch. I started to cry. I wanted to strangle her, but what was the use. She said we could stay together and if I wanted out, her settlement would be huge. If not, she would tell everyone of my lack of balls. She had a video of the whole operation and extra copies were with Jenny and Karen. Since I wasn’t restrained in any way and was apparently awake during the whole operation, people would think it was completely voluntary. I couldn’t believe it. But what could I do?

So my life began as a castrated male. I have since found out that Jenny is a veterinarian with a fairly successful practice. Karen is her assistant and lesbian lover. They gave me a drug she uses in the office. I guess it’s some kind of powder they put in food for difficult animals. Well it also works on humans. It puts the patient into a trance like state. Not fully asleep, but very docile. Jenny told me later that a lot of her patients don’t even remember anything. She has done a number of these operations. I was told over 100. In the bay area I guess it’s a fairly common request with the large gay community. I have seen the video a number of times. Kim makes me watch it to remind me of my situation. I really don’t need the reinforcement. I know I am ‘fixed’. The operation was pretty straight forward. A tray was placed under my groin area and the sac was cut away with a small knife. It looked like an x-acto knife. Some stainless steel clamps were used to hold everything open and control the bleeding. They actually looked like long scissors with flat ends. That looked to be the most time consuming part. I saw the testicles. They were flesh colored with some blood veins visible. There was a kind of fleshy connection that I guess held the spermatic cord and blood vessels. I thought they would all be separate like three wires. But they were all together in this common cord. It was clamped off and the final cut made as the testicle dropped into Karen’s gloved hand. She rinsed it in some liquid and placed it on a paper towel on the tray. The second one followed and it was over. They used some kind of thread to tie off the cords and then removed the clamps. I was sewed shut. It looked like an awful mess. There was some blood and a lot of discoloration. It took several weeks before it all looked healthy again.

The stitches came out after 10 days. Kim cut them away. I have accepted my life now. It still appears I have it all, but the one thing I don’t have aren’t visible. Of course my sex life has radically changed. Kim enjoys sex, so I perform a lot of oral on her. She also purchased some vibrators and I use them on her sometimes. As far as I know she hasn’t had any affairs with other men. Sometimes she uses a vibrator on me and I can still have an orgasm. They are still pretty intense but not as satisfying. I guess the loss of testosterone lowers the enjoyment. My penis has become smaller and erections are difficult. This may be because of my age though. When I do have an orgasm a lot of the times my penis is not even hard. We have a vibrator that is narrow and she puts it into my anus and against my prostate. That along with a vibrator on my penis produces the best orgasms. I still ejaculate and that gives me a lot of pleasure too.

Kim has since joined a kind of club. It’s a wives club of castrated executives. Evidently there are a number of high ranking corporate executives that are also castrated. Most of the wives are young but there are a few older members. I have never met any of the husbands, but have seen the wives. My wife has hosted a number of the lunches and other get togethers they have. They of course have seen me. It was quite embarrassing the first time, but they didn’t seem to make a big deal out of it. They are all married to castrated males after all. I’ve heard them talk and they all seemed to have used castration as a means to ensure their marriages. None of them have allowed their husbands to be cosmetically corrected. I can tell you from my experience it does make you feel insignificant. With artificial testicles I think I would feel more like a man. So being without also serves the wives purpose.

But that is my story. I am still married to Kim and we have a happy marriage. I have kids from the previous marriage and that isn’t a problem. Kim hasn’t said she wants any children yet. If and when she does, she will go to a sperm bank for a donor. Of course nobody other than Kim and the members of that club know about my condition. I have accepted my life as a castrated male. The testicles were put in a jar with some preservative. Jenny has them. Kim didn’t want them. So they are on display in a cabinet with about 50 others. I guess not all wives want them back. I haven’t seen them since the operation, but Jenny sent a picture of them in the glass jar. She says Kim can have them anytime she wants. She never offers them to me.