The Gelders Hands

© By Steve Aldea July 2001

After I searched for several years for a cutter, I found one that would do the task without any fan fair. Mark was a guy who seemed eager to meet me after we first talked on the phone, he had plenty of experience castrating boys as young as 16 years old from excessive masturbation problems from the local orphanages. He did not charge for his services, the only requirement he had stipulated was that he kept the testicles he cut.

It was a sunny afternoon when I arrived at Marks house, he looked me up and down and noted about my crotch saying "nice basket" sure you want me to geld you? I smiled and came into his house where he proceeded to take me down the hall into a room that had oak shelves displaying jars of all the boys and men he had castrated over the years. He had the comment that he had already prepared a jar for the balls he was going to take from me ahead of time. My dick was growing hard, I felt inside of myself nervous; I was not sure at the last minute or not if I really wanted to be fixed. We left his collection room and sat in his parlor talking about the procedure and what to expect afterwards. Oh I knew the typical situation with castration: hot flashes, diminished erections, mod swings, depression and body weight gain were just some of the few elements of castration. I looked into marks blue eyes and said confidently "Lets Do It"!

I took a shower and wrapped the towel around me as I headed into Marks bedroom. He had a special exam table in his room where he performed his castrations, except for those at the Orphanage where he gladly performed them in the infirmary. I had a boner and I was indeed excited to get me to shoot my load for one last time. Mark being a surgical Navy Corpsman back in the mid 1960's , had plenty experience of the operating room routine and his bedside manner was not that bad either. Mark shaved my scrotum and then slid his tongue along my cock, I moaned as I felt his finger in my rectum he continued to massage my prostate gland. I blew a wad of cum down his throat and before you knew it he was on top of me fucking my almost virgin ass in the same manner as I once witnessed rabbits in heat. I was in complete heaven, knowing it not only felt good as Mark spewed his warm cum up my ass before he pulled his big cock out me. I was worn out, Mark grinned as he said I would make a fine Eunuch bottom!

I hit the shower one more time before I lay down on the exam table. Mark rubbed bedadine disinfectant solution onto my scrotum and injected me with a local for pain, first my nut sack and then he felt around the cords and gave a little shot into them as well, I winced a bit as I did feel some slight pain that did not last log. Mark apologized about his bedside manner, but told me could not resist the temptation of fucking a tight ass of a soon to be Eunuch!

Laying on my back, legs up in stirrups, trying to be calm and listen to the music from the classical radio station that Mark had turned his radio dial too. I did not feel anything, nor wanted to really think about what was happening to me. Mark talked to me every step of the way with first making a low midline cut in my ball bag. He then proceeded to expose my testicles and tie them off; he passed a mirror to me so I could see my balls tied off hanging outside of my ball sack. I held my breath as he gave me some more pain killer in my ball cords then waited a few minutes before I heard snip snip!

My gelder proudly showed me my testicles as he prepared them in the little glass jar with my name on it. Mark rubbed my hairy chest and told me he was done sewing me up. He helped me off the table into his bed where I laid spread eagled with a bag of frozen peas between my legs. Mark gave me a Valium I remembered next putting my head on his chest and fading out. I awoke the next morning with an ache between my legs, Mark just told me no heavy lifting for at least two weeks and to take an anti-inflammatory for pain. I felt okay to drive back to my apartment in the city where I lived, I could not think of a more moving experience that was more complete than now joining the order of my fellow Eunuchs in Society.

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