Huw's castration

Today, Huw is 14 years old. Occasionally in recent years, I have had the opportunity to hear Huw sing in James’s choir. The purity of his voice is simply amazing. And if Huw’s voice was that of an angel, then so was his face. He had the bluest of eyes and blondest of hair. It all combined to create a picture of total innocence.

One day, James called me on the telephone. “Richard, I’d appreciate your coming to visit tonight. I have a difficult problem to discuss with you.” Naturally, I was knocking at the door to Richard’s house within the hour, and we soon were in his living room, seated in easy chairs as the fireplace crackled nearby.

James had a look of great concern on his face as he explained the situation. “The boy is 14, but there are no signs of puberty, Richard. I’ve seen him in the bath and his body is unchanged.”

I listened as James described the situation. Huw’s genitals were not maturing. It kept his body in a childlike state.

Huw was coming in for ridicule from his peers because the other boys had begun maturing sexually, while he remained childlike. It was causing Huw great distress to be picked on, explained James.

“Richard, I must be frank with you. As my personal physician, you know my health has been poor. I fear I won’t be able to care for Huw much longer. The thought that he will be plagued into adulthood with his…problem…gives me terrible concern.

“Once before, you said you would care for Huw if anything ever happened to me. I want you to know that I have written my will naming you as his guardian in the event of my death.”

All of this took my breath away. “James, I’m sure Huw’s problem will soon disappear. And I’m sure you will live many more years to come,” I told him.

But less than a month later, his worst fears came true. I received a phone call from the housekeeper at James’ house. James had been found dead in his room that morning. He had died suddenly during the night.

And so it was that a grieving angel came to live in my home. Huw was simply devastated by the death of James, who had come to act as his father. I could hear him sobbing in the bedroom next to mine every night for days.

“There, my boy, there,” I said softly as I cradled Huw’s tear-streaked face against me. “You cry as much as you need to. It will make the hurt easier to bear.” As I held his shivering body against mine, I felt myself becoming strangely aroused.

As the next month passed, Huw recovered from the death of James. But the boy’s distress from his teasing at school continued. He would come home several times a week upset and tearful at the hurtful comments coming from his school mates. It was difficult to watch him suffering from this treatment.

One evening, when Huw was in the bathtub, I knocked at the door of the bathroom. “Huw, I’d like to come in and speak with you. Would that be alright?” After a long pause, a delicate voice answered. “Y- yes. You may come in.”

Huw was reclining in the tub as I entered. It was the first time I had seen him naked, and I was struck by his boyish appearance. His shoulders were narrow, his arms thin. He had two small inverted nipples. There was not a hair on his body below his head.

“We need to talk about your health, Huw. James was concerned about your delayed puberty. And now I can see that you are coming in for some real teasing by the other boys.”

Huw lowered his eyes in shame as I spoke. His innocence was striking, and once again I found myself aroused in his presence.

“You know I am a doctor, Huw. I would like to examine you now to see if I could help you. Stand up please.”

The boy reluctantly stood up from his bath, keeping his hands over his genitals. “Please remove your hands, Huw. I need to get a good look at you.”

When the youngster finally dropped his hands to his sides, I could see that Huw still had immature genitals. His penis was very small, no more than an inch or two long. His testicles, although they had descended out of his body, were contained in a tiny sack. I carefully felt his scrotum and discovered that Huw’s testes were only slightly larger than raisins. Needless to say, there was no sign of pubic hair anywhere in the area.

I walked over to the medicine cabinet and picked up a tube of lubricating gel. “Huw, it is necessary for me to do a rectal examination. Please get out of the tub and bend over the sink.” The boy reluctantly obeyed, bath water dripping down his pale thin body as he gripped the edge of the sink.

After smearing the gel on my index finger, I used my other hand to spread the boy’s buttocks. His anus was clenched tight as I covered the puckered opening with the lubricant. “I am going to push my finger inside you, now. Please try to relax. Pretend you are about to have a bowel movement and push outward, Huw.”

The boy did as I instructed, and my finger eased inside, disappearing to the first knuckle. He shivered and whimpered at this intrusion. “Please don’t be afraid,” I murmured, stroking his fine blond hair. “This will only take a moment.”

I continued my gentle probing of his rectum, my finger pushing further inside. After feeling around for awhile, I located his prostate and began to massage that small round organ. Huw sighed, and I could tell that he found the experience pleasurable.

By now, my crotch was throbbing. This examination had brought me to a state of extreme arousal. I realized that I was sexually attracted to Huw in a powerful way. Although I recognized that he was still a minor, I couldn’t ignore my swollen penis and pounding heart.

After rubbing Huw’s prostate for several minutes, I could see a slight growth of his penis. It was obvious that this was a sexual response on his part. A bead of liquid oozed from the glans, further sign of arousal on Huw’s part.

“I think that is enough, Huw,” I said, pulling my finger out of his anus. “You can finish your bath now. Please make sure to wash off the lubricant while you are in the tub.”

That evening, after Huw had gone to sleep, I excitedly recalled the events in the bathroom. I could not remember an experience that brought me to such a state of arousal. The innocent beauty of the adolescent touched me to my deepest soul. As I remembered each step of the examination, I masturbated furiously. The memory of Huw’s velvety rectum tight around my index finger finally caused me to shoot a thick wad of semen across my chest.

In the following days, I became obsessed with Huw. Every time I saw this beautiful boy, my heart pounded. I used every excuse to see him in the bath or changing his clothes, so that I could get a look at his naked body. Huw innocently was unaware of my motivation.

Slowly, an idea began to emerge in my fevered mind. Not only must I possess this boy, I must always keep him as he is today. When I thought of his perfect singing voice being ruined by puberty, I shuddered in horror. And the idea of his smooth hairless body being coarsened by an assault of hormones equally disgusted me.

I knew that I would always love Huw, and that over time he would return that love. But it would be necessary to take action to preserve our relationship. In a short time, Huw inevitably would mature, and his interests would likely turn to girls. I would be left behind.

That evening, after Huw had bathed, I knocked on his bedroom door. “Huw, would you please come to my bedroom? I would like to talk to you.” I hurried back to my room and excitedly awaited the arrival of my sweet love.

The boy entered my room dressed only in a t-shirt and briefs, and my heart pounded as I gazed at his innocence.

“I would like to do another examination, son. Please remove your clothes and lay face down on my bed.” A look of surprise and dismay crossed his young face, but Huw complied, tossing his white underwear into a pile. Seconds later, he lay in my bed, his face buried in a pillow.

I gently grasped his ankles and spread his legs as wide as I could. Kneeling between them, I spread his buttocks with one hand and gently rubbed lubricant on his pink rosebud. Before too long, my index finger was inside him, beginning its probing of his silky rectum.

After I could sense his sphincter begin to loosen, I withdrew my finger and spread lubricant onto a second finger. “Please try to relax, Huw. This might be slightly uncomfortable,” I whispered to the boy.

I pressed my two fingers tightly together and placed them against Huw’s anus. With gentle pressure, I managed to push them just inside the opening before meeting resistance. Huw whimpered, his body stiffening. “Please relax. Push out just like you did in the bathroom,” I told him.

The boy did as I asked, and to my relief both fingers slipped inside to the second knuckle. I again massaged his rectum, slowly moving my fingers in and out, feeling the small round prostate gland buried inside him.

My moment had come. While keeping my fingers buried inside Huw’s anus, I used my other hand to free my engorged penis from my pants. I dripped lubricant onto the glans and coated the throbbing shaft with the slick liquid. My excitement was so great I feared that I would ejaculate before another minute had passed.

Positioning myself carefully, I withdrew my fingers from Huw’s rectum, and placed the head of my penis against his dilated anus. While propping myself on the bed with one hand, I slowly guided my glans into Huw’s puckered opening with the other.

“Owww!” he shouted, his body stiffening. I quickly stopped. “Please breathe deeply, Huw,” I whispered in his ear. “This will be easier if you can relax.”

I could feel his body trembling as I slowly resumed the pressure. A moment later, the head of my penis pushed passed the sphincter and into the wider opening. With a gentle thrust, my shaft slid inside him.

Oh, what a glorious feeling! The warm, silky feel of Huw’s rectum tight around my penis was a pleasure I could never have imagined. The boy whimpered, as I covered his frail young frame with my own body. I kissed his cheek as I kept still, my hard organ buried deep inside, twitching in excitement.

After I could feel Huw relax slightly, I began moving my hips. My penis slowly emerged from his rectum, then just as slowly returned. The pleasure surging through my body was unimaginable.

I wanted to prolong this moment forever, but I could feel that I would soon be pushed over the edge. I picked up the pace, my hips thrusting in and out. I would pull my penis almost all the way out, then push it back until my scrotum touched his hairless buttocks.

After a few minutes of this heaven, I could feel a surge of pleasure pulsing through my cock. As I cried out, my semen pumped into Huw’s rectum. A few moments later, I collapsed, my penis still deep inside him.

I held Huw tightly in my arms. “Thank you, my dear boy,” I whispered in his ear, my breathing gradually slowing. My penis softened and slowly withdrew from his opening.

Both of us fell asleep in our embrace.

A few days after I had made love to him, I was changing the sheets on Huw’s bed when I suddenly noticed a small stain on the top sheet. From its color and texture, I knew it was dried semen. It was a great shock. Huw’s body was changing. His puberty was beginning.

I knew that night what I must do. I would quickly castrate this adolescent in order to preserve his youthful beauty, and seal him to me forever.

“Huw, we need to talk,” I said, sitting down on his bed. “You know we’ve spoken before about your problem. I have decided what course of action to take.”

Huw looked into my face, his blue eyes wide with apprehension. “What will you do?” he asked, worried and yet trusting. I brushed his blond hair from his forehead as I responded. “I will perform a minor operation. You will be asleep the whole time. When you wake up, your problem will be solved.”

“What kind of operation?” he asked, his voice trembling in fear. I put my arm around him as I quietly described the procedure. “It’s called castration, Huw. You have what are called vestigial testes. They will never mature, so it is necessary to remove them as soon as possible.”

The boy began crying. Wrapping my arms tightly around him, I consoled him. “There, there, my love. You must believe me that you will be much happier afterward. This will solve all of our problems.”

I stood up and took him by the hand. “Come to my bedroom, Huw. We will perform the operation now and by the morning everything will be fine.”

Huw sobbed as we walked to my room. When he saw my bed, covered with a plastic sheet, he cried out. “No, please don’t do this to me!” He tried to break my grip and run, but I held fast.

I picked up a handkerchief from my dresser and pressed it against his face. He struggled, but the chloroform soon overcame him. Huw slumped to the floor.

I lifted the boy and placed him in the center of the bed. I pulled off his pajamas, leaving him lying naked, face up.

I injected a sedative into his buttock, ensuring that Huw would remain asleep for at least an hour. I swabbed his scrotum with a disinfectant, noticing the beginning of fine hairs sprouting around the sack. I had caught this problem just in time.

Wrapping a hot towel around the scrotum, I selected a scalpel from my bag of surgical instruments. The towel had loosened the sack, and his small testes now rested freely at the bottom of the scrotum. It would be easy to perform the procedure.

I grasped the sack and gently squeezed, causing the testes to bulge against the side of the scrotum. I picked up the scalpel and slowly began cutting along the outside of the sack. A trickle of blood began as the blade parted the skin.

After I had made a 3-inch long cut, I squeezed the scrotum harder, forcing the ball into the incision. Finally, the orb emerged, bluish-white and attached to a slender stalk. As it rested outside the sack, I repeated the procedure on the other side of the scrotum. Now, both of Huw’s testicles dangled free.

Huw slept, his bare chest gently rising and falling. I picked up a small pair of shears and positioned it around the stalk connecting his right ball to his body. With a quick snip, the testicle fell free. I placed it gently on a towel, then prepared to free his left testicle. I watched Huw’s sleeping face as I began applying pressure to the handle of the shears. He twitched ever so slightly as his last ball dropped free.

I quickly stitched up Huw’s scrotum. He lay quiet, breathing gently, as his now-empty sack sagged underneath his tiny penis. I lifted his flaccid cock, and a new thought occurred to me. Now that erections were impossible, Huw’s penis would only serve as a reminder that he would never achieve the sexual maturity of other men. It would torment him forever.

Resolved to prevent this unhappy development, I chose another scalpel from my medical bag. Penectomy is a more delicate operation than the removal of testes, so I would have to take greater care.

I inserted a catheter into the small opening of his glans, then placed the blade of the scalpel against the base of Huw’s penis, and began slicing around the circumference of the organ. From time to time, I used a cotton swab to soak up any blood. After the initial incision, I began cutting into the penis, slicing through blood vessels and ligaments until the blade touched the catheter.

It took a few minutes before I had completed the work. I grasped the head of the organ and pulled until it separated from his body. I slid the now-dead penis off the catheter, placing it on the same towel as the two freed testes.

Huw now would urinate from a small opening between his legs. I decided to also remove his scrotum for hygienic purposes. The boy now had a perfectly smooth crotch, except for the small scar that would remain.

I kept Huw in bed for several days, administering pain medication and changing his bandages. After I removed his catheter, I showed him how to urinate while sitting on the toilet. He recovered quickly because of his youth.

At first, the boy was depressed over losing his genitals. But over time, he grew happy with his new appearance. I made sure to shower him with affection, always letting him know that I would be there to love him and care for his every need.

Several years have now passed since Huw’s castration, and the two of us are most happy together. He enjoys our lovemaking greatly, smiling each time as my penis slips into his rectum.

Although now 17, his body and voice have not changed since the day I performed the surgery. We both know that I made the right decision. Huw will always be my beautiful boy, with a voice of an angel.