An online chat turns Mark's dream into a reality
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"So when will you come to see me?" I stared at sentence on my computer screen for a long time. It was an invitation, but also an accusation: Are you just fucking around, or are you really serious about losing your cock? It must have been a couple of minutes before I wrote back: "How about next week, Michael?" I started writing penectomy stories for the Eunuch Archive a couple of weeks ago. But I’ve been reading the stuff on the Archive for over a year. It woke up something deep inside me. These stories really made me hot, and the idea of being forced to lose my cock against my will was the hottest one of them all. I printed out the penectomy stories and jerked off all the time while reading them. Then I started writing stories about castration and penectomy. My cock was hard while I sat at my computer, writing about teenage boys losing their cocks and balls. “Loving Justin” and “Billy and Jason” were the ones I was most proud of. And in both of those, boys lose their dicks against their wills, tied up and gagged. Then I started cruising the chat rooms on the Archive. I signed in as “cutmycock”. A couple guys sent me messages and I started chatting with them. Nothing too serious. Then Cutter Michael sent me a message. "So do you really want to lose your cock?" I smiled and answered: "Sure. Can you do it for me?" A few seconds later came the reply: "I’m cutting a couple of guys in January, but I can do you too." That one stopped me cold. Was this guy serious? So I started asking him questions. How many guys has he cut? How does he do it? What does he charge? "I’ve cut about four guys. Including my ex-boyfriend. I’m not a doctor, just handy with a knife down there. And I don’t charge anything. I really get off on taking away the source of pleasure from guys." I noticed my cock started to stir as I chatted with him. He gave me a lot of details about how he did penectomies, banding the cocks and using anesthesia. He always kept the dicks afterwards, too. But he wouldn’t show me any pictures because he told those guys he wouldn’t send them over the Internet. I had to admit his story sounded true. And it excited me. I was talking to somebody who really cut cocks off of guys. And who would cut my cock off I’d let him. He said that most of the guys he cut didn’t like their cocks because they were too small. These guys were usually in their late 30s and 40s. And they didn’t regret getting cut afterwards. That got my interest, because I always thought I’d regret it if I lost my cock. "Can you still cum after losing your cock?" "Sure. You still spurt cum out of your hole." That blew me away. I figured no cock, no cum. The idea of getting a penectomy started to seem more attractive the longer I chatted with Michael. "So what do you say, Mark? Would you like me to cut your cock off?" I thought a second before answering: "Gimme a little time to think about it, Michael." Then I logged off. I tossed and turned a lot that night. Every time I shut my eyes, I thought of what it would be like to get my cock cut off. It seemed so real, not just a crazy fantasy, now that I had chatted with Michael. I visualized myself strapped down to a table, a gag in my mouth, and Michael holding a knife against my cock. The image made my dick spring to life, and I started jerking off, thinking of Michael slicing into my cock, blood spurting. Before too long, I was shooting cum all over my chest. I thought about it all the next day, too. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Many months had passed since I discovered the Eunuch Archive, and realized I wanted to lose my cock. But it was always a fantasy, something that could never really happen. Until now. "Hi Mark. Have you thought about coming to see me?" I felt my heart pounding as I responded: "Yeah, I’ve thought a lot about it. But I’m not sure. I wonder what I’d look like without a cock." "You’d look really hot, I’d bet". I smiled at Michael’s response. Yeah, I bet I would look hot with a big pair of balls below a piss hole. I thought of some guy fucking me from behind, and cum spurting out of that little hole. The image gave me a big hard-on. "You really want me to do it, don’t you Mark? I can tell this isn’t just a fantasy." "Yeah, you’re right. I really want you to do it." I surprised myself with that response. There it was up on the screen, my real thoughts and feelings. No more hiding or lying. I wanted my cock cut off. Yeah, I did. "So when will you come to see me?" "How about next week, Michael?" "I think I can arrange that, Mark." My hands were shaking as I continued the conversation. We picked a day that was mutually acceptable. He told me his address. I asked how long I would have to stay there after the surgery. He asked me about my fantasies, and I told him how I always wanted to lose my cock against my will. We chatted for almost an hour. "So I guess I’ll be seeing you next week, Mark. I hope you won’t change your mind." No way, Michael. I’ll be there. I could hardly believe it when I got on that plane, and saw the stewardess close the door. I was heading off to another city where some guy I never met was going to chop off my dick. I’d been thinking about this for over a year, but now it was finally gonna come true. After we landed, I took a taxi to Michael’s house. It was nearly dark outside when I walked up to the front door, my overnight bag hanging around my shoulder. Just before I reached for the doorbell, I saw a handwritten sign: “The door is open, Mark. Come In.” I took a deep breath and opened the door. The hallway was very dark as I closed the door behind me. “Hello? Are you here, Michael? It's Mark.” No answer. I took a few halting steps forward. The whole scene was really scary, and I started to think about turning around and leaving – fast. Suddenly, a hairy arm circled my throat and jerked me backwards. I tried to loosen its grip, but it was too tight, choking me. I couldn’t speak, and I started to feel dizzy. Then I felt a handkerchief being pressed against my nose. The room spun around wildly, and I passed out. I don’t know how much time passed before I woke up. A very bright light directly over my face made me squint. I realized a large ball gag was in my mouth, making it impossible to speak. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. Nylon ropes were around my wrists and ankles, and two wide straps secured me tightly to a metal operating table. My feet were up in stirrups. And a leather band was tight around the base of my cock. I could see that someone was standing over me, but the light shining on my face meant I couldn’t make out his face. He was pulling on a pair of surgical gloves. Then I saw him pick up a hypodermic needle from a steel tray. A sharp prick stung the base of my balls. Then a few more, spaced even apart around my groin. My head was throbbing from the chloroform, my wrists and ankles were hurting from the tight ropes. But I couldn’t feel anything in my crotch. When he grasped the head of my cock and lifted it off my stomach, pointing it straight up to the ceiling, it was like someone’s else cock because I couldn’t feel it. This was my fantasy come true. It all seemed like a dream. Part of me wanted to fight it, but I knew I couldn’t do anything to stop this man from cutting my cock off. And deep down I knew I wanted it to happen. Badly. He worked deliberately, putting the point of the knife into my pisshole, and cutting down from there. The knife cut into my cock head, sending a spray of blood across my stomach. In just a few strokes of the knife, my cock no longer had a head. I could feel a tugging sensation but no pain as the knife began piercing the shaft of my penis. I was surprised there was so little blood. Long strips of flesh were being carved from my cock, falling uselessly onto my stomach. It couldn’t have been more than half an hour before I looked down and saw him stitching me up. My cock was gone forever. A week later, I was standing naked in Michael’s bedroom, my hands gripping the side of an easy chair, my feet wide apart. Michael’s cock is plunging in and out of my asshole, and he lets out a loud grunt with each thrust. His right hand is around my sack, squeezing my balls hard. His left hand is on my chest, pinching my nipple just as hard. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I shout. I look down just in time to see a small jet of white cum shoots from my small piss hole. It feels different than any orgasm I ever had. But it still feels damn good. Afterwards, we’re lying together on the floor. “You’re a hot little bottom, Mark,” he whispers in my ear, his cock slipping from my ass, dripping cum. “You should have lost your cock a long time ago. But I’m glad you waited until I could take it from you.” I couldn’t agree more. I highly recommend Michael for anyone reading this. Let me know if you’re interested and I’ll send you his email. If you’re really ready to lose your cock, that is. So when will you come to see me? I stared at sentence on my computer screen for a long time. It was an invitation, but also an accusation: Are you just fucking around, or are you really serious about losing your cock? It must have been a couple of minutes before I wrote back: How about next week, Michael? I started writing penectomy stories for the Eunuch Archive a couple of weeks ago. But I’ve been reading the stuff on the Archive for over a year. It woke up something deep inside me. These stories really made me hot, and the idea of being forced to lose my cock against my will was the hottest one of them all. I printed out the penectomy stories and jerked off all the time while reading them. Then I started writing stories about castration and penectomy. My cock was hard while I sat at my computer, writing about teenage boys losing their cocks and balls. “Loving Justin” and “Billy and Jason” were the ones I was most proud of. And in both of those, boys lose their dicks against their wills, tied up and gagged. Then I started cruising the chat rooms on the Archive. I signed in as “cutmycock”. A couple guys sent me messages and I started chatting with them. Nothing too serious. Then Cutter Michael sent me a message. So do you really want to lose your cock? I smiled and answered: Sure. Can you do it for me? A few seconds later came the reply: I’m cutting a couple of guys in January, but I can do you too. That one stopped me cold. Was this guy serious? So I started asking him questions. How many guys has he cut? How does he do it? What does he charge? I’ve cut about four guys. Including my ex-boyfriend. I’m not a doctor, just handy with a knife down there. And I don’t charge anything. I really get off on taking away the source of pleasure from guys. I noticed my cock started to stir as I chatted with him. He gave me a lot of details about how he did penectomies, banding the cocks and using anesthesia. He always kept the dicks afterwards, too. But he wouldn’t show me any pictures because he told those guys he wouldn’t send them over the Internet. I had to admit his story sounded true. And it excited me. I was talking to somebody who really cut cocks off of guys. And who would cut my cock off I’d let him. He said that most of the guys he cut didn’t like their cocks because they were too small. These guys were usually in their late 30s and 40s. And they didn’t regret getting cut afterwards. That got my interest, because I always thought I’d regret it if I lost my cock. Can you still cum after losing your cock? Sure. You still spurt cum out of your hole. That blew me away. I figured no cock, no cum. The idea of getting a penectomy started to seem more attractive the longer I chatted with Michael. So what do you say, Mark? Would you like me to cut your cock off? I thought a second before answering: Gimme a little time to think about it, Michael. Then I logged off. I tossed and turned a lot that night. Every time I shut my eyes, I thought of what it would be like to get my cock cut off. It seemed so real, not just a crazy fantasy, now that I had chatted with Michael. I visualized myself strapped down to a table, a gag in my mouth, and Michael holding a knife against my cock. The image made my dick spring to life, and I started jerking off, thinking of Michael slicing into my cock, blood spurting. Before too long, I was shooting cum all over my chest. I thought about it all the next day, too. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Many months had passed since I discovered the Eunuch Archive, and realized I wanted to lose my cock. But it was always a fantasy, something that could never really happen. Until now. Hi Mark. Have you thought about coming to see me? I felt my heart pounding as I responded: Yeah, I’ve thought a lot about it. But I’m not sure. I wonder what I’d look like without a cock. You’d look really hot, I’d bet. I smiled at Michael’s response. Yeah, I bet I would look hot with a big pair of balls below a piss hole. I thought of some guy fucking me from behind, and cum spurting out of that little hole. The image gave me a big hard-on. You really want me to do it, don’t you Mark? I can tell this isn’t just a fantasy. Yeah, you’re right. I really do want it. I surprised myself with that response. There it was up on the screen, my real thoughts and feelings. No more hiding or lying. I wanted my cock cut off. Yeah, I did. So when will you come to see me? How about next week, Michael? I think I can arrange that, Mark. My hands were shaking as I continued the conversation. We picked a day that was mutually acceptable. He told me his address. I asked how long I would have to stay there after the surgery. He asked me about my fantasies, and I told him how I always wanted to lose my cock against my will. We chatted for almost an hour. So I guess I’ll be seeing you next week, Mark. I hope you won’t change your mind. No way, Michael. I’ll be there. I could hardly believe it when I got on that plane, and saw the stewardess close the door. I was heading off to another city where some guy I never met was going to chop off my dick. I’d been thinking about this for over a year, but now it was finally gonna come true. After we landed, I took a taxi to Michael’s house. It was nearly dark outside when I walked up to the front door, my overnight bag hanging around my shoulder. Just before I reached for the doorbell, I saw a handwritten sign: “The door is open, Mark. Come In.” I took a deep breath and opened the door. The hallway was very dark as I closed the door behind me. “Hello? Are you here, Michael?” No answer. I took a few halting steps forward. The whole scene was really scary, and I started to think about turning around and leaving – fast. Suddenly, a hairy arm circled my throat and jerked me backwards. I tried to loosen its grip, but it was too tight, choking me. I couldn’t speak, and I started to feel dizzy. Then I felt a handkerchief being pressed against my nose. The room spun around wildly, and I passed out. I don’t know how much time passed before I woke up. A very bright light directly over my face made me squint. I realized a large ball gag was in my mouth, making it impossible to speak. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. Nylon ropes were around my wrists and ankles, and two wide straps secured me tightly to a metal operating table. My feet were up in stirrups. And a leather band was tight around the base of my cock. I could see that someone was standing over me, but the light shining on my face meant I couldn’t make out his face. He was pulling on a pair of surgical gloves. Then I saw him pick up a hypodermic needle from a steel tray. A sharp prick stung the base of my balls. Then a few more, spaced even apart around my groin. My head was throbbing from the chloroform, my wrists and ankles were hurting from the tight ropes. But I couldn’t feel anything in my crotch. When he grasped the head of my cock and lifted it off my stomach, pointing it straight up to the ceiling, it was like someone’s else cock because I couldn’t feel it. This was my fantasy come true. It all seemed like a dream. Part of me wanted to fight it, but I knew I couldn’t do anything to stop this man from cutting my cock off. And deep down I knew I wanted it to happen. Badly. He worked deliberately, putting the point of the knife into my pisshole, and cutting down from there. The knife cut into my cock head, sending a spray of blood across my stomach. In just a few strokes of the knife, my cock no longer had a head. I could feel a tugging sensation but no pain as the knife began piercing the shaft of my penis. I was surprised there was so little blood. Long strips of flesh were being carved from my cock, falling uselessly onto my stomach. It couldn’t have been more than half an hour before I looked down and saw him stitching me up. My cock was gone forever. A week later, I was standing naked in Michael’s bedroom, my hands against the side of an easy chair, my feet wide apart. Michael’s cock is plunging in and out of my asshole, and he lets out a loud grunt with each thrust. His right hand is around my sack, squeezing my balls hard. His left hand is on my chest, pinching my nipple just as hard. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I shout. I look down just in time to see a small jet of white cum shoots from my small piss hole. It feels different than any orgasm I ever had. But it still feels damn good. Afterwards, we’re lying together on the floor. “You’re a hot little bottom, Mark,” he whispers in my ear, his cock slipping from my ass, dripping cum. “You should have lost your cock a long time ago. But I’m glad you waited until I could take it from you.” I couldn’t agree more. I highly recommend Michael for anyone reading this. Let me know if you’re interested and I’ll send you his email. If you’re really ready to lose your cock, that is. So when will you come to see me? I stared at sentence on my computer screen for a long time. It was an invitation, but also an accusation: Are you just fucking around, or are you really serious about losing your cock? It must have been a couple of minutes before I wrote back: How about next week, Michael? I started writing penectomy stories for the Eunuch Archive a couple of weeks ago. But I’ve been reading the stuff on the Archive for over a year. It woke up something deep inside me. These stories really made me hot, and the idea of being forced to lose my cock against my will was the hottest one of them all. I printed out the penectomy stories and jerked off all the time while reading them. Then I started writing stories about castration and penectomy. My cock was hard while I sat at my computer, writing about teenage boys losing their cocks and balls. “Loving Justin” and “Billy and Jason” were the ones I was most proud of. And in both of those, boys lose their dicks against their wills, tied up and gagged. Then I started cruising the chat rooms on the Archive. I signed in as “cutmycock”. A couple guys sent me messages and I started chatting with them. Nothing too serious. Then Cutter Michael sent me a message. So do you really want to lose your cock? I smiled and answered: Sure. Can you do it for me? A few seconds later came the reply: I’m cutting a couple of guys in January, but I can do you too. That one stopped me cold. Was this guy serious? So I started asking him questions. How many guys has he cut? How does he do it? What does he charge? I’ve cut about four guys. Including my ex-boyfriend. I’m not a doctor, just handy with a knife down there. And I don’t charge anything. I really get off on taking away the source of pleasure from guys. I noticed my cock started to stir as I chatted with him. He gave me a lot of details about how he did penectomies, banding the cocks and using anesthesia. He always kept the dicks afterwards, too. But he wouldn’t show me any pictures because he told those guys he wouldn’t send them over the Internet. I had to admit his story sounded true. And it excited me. I was talking to somebody who really cut cocks off of guys. And who would cut my cock off I’d let him. He said that most of the guys he cut didn’t like their cocks because they were too small. These guys were usually in their late 30s and 40s. And they didn’t regret getting cut afterwards. That got my interest, because I always thought I’d regret it if I lost my cock. Can you still cum after losing your cock? Sure. You still spurt cum out of your hole. That blew me away. I figured no cock, no cum. The idea of getting a penectomy started to seem more attractive the longer I chatted with Michael. So what do you say, Mark? Would you like me to cut your cock off? I thought a second before answering: Gimme a little time to think about it, Michael. Then I logged off. I tossed and turned a lot that night. Every time I shut my eyes, I thought of what it would be like to get my cock cut off. It seemed so real, not just a crazy fantasy, now that I had chatted with Michael. I visualized myself strapped down to a table, a gag in my mouth, and Michael holding a knife against my cock. The image made my dick spring to life, and I started jerking off, thinking of Michael slicing into my cock, blood spurting. Before too long, I was shooting cum all over my chest. I thought about it all the next day, too. I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Many months had passed since I discovered the Eunuch Archive, and realized I wanted to lose my cock. But it was always a fantasy, something that could never really happen. Until now. Hi Mark. Have you thought about coming to see me? I felt my heart pounding as I responded: Yeah, I’ve thought a lot about it. But I’m not sure. I wonder what I’d look like without a cock. You’d look really hot, I’d bet. I smiled at Michael’s response. Yeah, I bet I would look hot with a big pair of balls below a piss hole. I thought of some guy fucking me from behind, and cum spurting out of that little hole. The image gave me a big hard-on. You really want me to do it, don’t you Mark? I can tell this isn’t just a fantasy. Yeah, you’re right. I really do want it. I surprised myself with that response. There it was up on the screen, my real thoughts and feelings. No more hiding or lying. I wanted my cock cut off. Yeah, I did. So when will you come to see me? How about next week, Michael? I think I can arrange that, Mark. My hands were shaking as I continued the conversation. We picked a day that was mutually acceptable. He told me his address. I asked how long I would have to stay there after the surgery. He asked me about my fantasies, and I told him how I always wanted to lose my cock against my will. We chatted for almost an hour. So I guess I’ll be seeing you next week, Mark. I hope you won’t change your mind. No way, Michael. I’ll be there. I could hardly believe it when I got on that plane, and saw the stewardess close the door. I was heading off to another city where some guy I never met was going to chop off my dick. I’d been thinking about this for over a year, but now it was finally gonna come true. After we landed, I took a taxi to Michael’s house. It was nearly dark outside when I walked up to the front door, my overnight bag hanging around my shoulder. Just before I reached for the doorbell, I saw a handwritten sign: “The door is open, Mark. Come In.” I took a deep breath and opened the door. The hallway was very dark as I closed the door behind me. “Hello? Are you here, Michael?” No answer. I took a few halting steps forward. The whole scene was really scary, and I started to think about turning around and leaving – fast. Suddenly, a hairy arm circled my throat and jerked me backwards. I tried to loosen its grip, but it was too tight, choking me. I couldn’t speak, and I started to feel dizzy. Then I felt a handkerchief being pressed against my nose. The room spun around wildly, and I passed out. I don’t know how much time passed before I woke up. A very bright light directly over my face made me squint. I realized a large ball gag was in my mouth, making it impossible to speak. I tried to move, but I couldn’t. Nylon ropes were around my wrists and ankles, and two wide straps secured me tightly to a metal operating table. My feet were up in stirrups. And a leather band was tight around the base of my cock. I could see that someone was standing over me, but the light shining on my face meant I couldn’t make out his face. He was pulling on a pair of surgical gloves. Then I saw him pick up a hypodermic needle from a steel tray. A sharp prick stung the base of my balls. Then a few more, spaced even apart around my groin. My head was throbbing from the chloroform, my wrists and ankles were hurting from the tight ropes. But I couldn’t feel anything in my crotch. When he grasped the head of my cock and lifted it off my stomach, pointing it straight up to the ceiling, it was like someone’s else cock because I couldn’t feel it. This was my fantasy come true. It all seemed like a dream. Part of me wanted to fight it, but I knew I couldn’t do anything to stop this man from cutting my cock off. And deep down I knew I wanted it to happen. Badly. He worked deliberately, putting the point of the knife into my pisshole, and cutting down from there. The knife cut into my cock head, sending a spray of blood across my stomach. In just a few strokes of the knife, my cock no longer had a head. I could feel a tugging sensation but no pain as the knife began piercing the shaft of my penis. I was surprised there was so little blood. Long strips of flesh were being carved from my cock, falling uselessly onto my stomach. It couldn’t have been more than half an hour before I looked down and saw him stitching me up. My cock was gone forever. A week later, I was standing naked in Michael’s bedroom, my hands against the side of an easy chair, my feet wide apart. Michael’s cock is plunging in and out of my asshole, and he lets out a loud grunt with each thrust. His right hand is around my sack, squeezing my balls hard. His left hand is on my chest, pinching my nipple just as hard. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum!” I shout. I look down just in time to see a small jet of white cum shoots from my small piss hole. It feels different than any orgasm I ever had. But it still feels damn good. Afterwards, we’re lying together on the floor. “You’re a hot little bottom, Mark,” he whispers in my ear, his cock slipping from my ass, dripping cum. “You should have lost your cock a long time ago. But I’m glad you waited until I could take it from you.” I couldn’t agree more. I highly recommend Michael for anyone reading this. Let me know if you’re interested and I’ll send you his email. If you’re really ready to lose your cock, that is.