Danny is 20 years old, and has waited a long time to lose his cock and balls. The big day finally arrives.
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How long have you known that this day would arrive, Danny? Since the initial stirrings of puberty, when that first erection sprung free? Or since you first glanced with delight around the locker room at the handsome young men, with their hard bodies and dangling cocks? How many hours did you spend alone in your room, imagining those same cocks in your mouth, or in your ass? It never took long before a ribbon of semen lay across your stomach and chest. You dipped your fingers in the sticky white fluid and tasted it, pretending it came from Jason or Billy or Steve, or some other boy whose name you did not know. But those hours masturbating also awoke another urge within you, Danny. While you loved the feel of your hard cock in your hand, and the look of your balls hanging snug in their sack, you also wanted them to be gone. You couldn’t explain it, but you knew some day you would lose them, and the thought made you harder than ever. A leather strap around your sack makes your balls bulge tight against the skin. You pick up a small knife and gently push its point against the captive orbs. The sharp sting makes you stop, but the thrill is great. You repeat the action up and down the shaft of your cock, each time noticing how your penis swells in response to the probing of the knife. Some day, some day, you keep repeating. You begin college at a beautiful campus in the Shenandoah Valley, with beautiful boys, too. A 20th birthday arrives also. You are a man now, but men have cocks and balls and you want to be different. You think of castration each night, as you stroke your shaft and squeeze your scrotum. Soon, you repeat, wiping your cum from your chest. Soon it will stop being a fantasy and become real. Then came the day you read the posting on the Internet. It sounded genuine as you read the details – his long experience in castrating boys and men. He lived only a few hours away, and you knew that soon you would visit him. The arrangements were simple, and your overnight bag was packed. Then you stroke your cock, moving deliberately so that you can remember each sensation. You ejaculate, a spasm of pleasure you have experienced hundreds of times before, but this time is different. This time there will be no more. The train ride wasn’t long but it seemed like forever to you, Danny. Your heart wouldn’t stop pounding. Under your jeans a cock strained for release, rigid at the thought that it would soon be freed from its long bondage. Your balls pressed tightly up against it, knowing they too would soon be released from their sack. A pleasant house in a tree-filled neigborhood. Could any of the neighbors possibly guess what went on in within those walls? Michael prided himself in doing a good job, separating young men from their genitals. He provided a service that few others were willing to perform, and today you would become his latest client. The house was decorated nicely, you thought. Except for the master bedroom, the house was like any other. But that room was where you soon would lie, a lifetime of longing about to end. You were trembling, but you also knew that you wouldn’t walk out the front door, either. It felt right that you were in this house. You removed each item of clothing carefully, placing them on top of the dresser. You stared at yourself in the mirror – a penis, swollen and rigid, and below it a sack tightly drawn up. You knew you would never see this image again, and the thought made you a little sad, but at the same time very happy. Climbing on the metal table, you put your arms against your body, feeling Michael tying the leather straps around your wrists. Your feet are soon up in stirrups, held there by more straps. A pillow beneath you raises your groin even higher, so that he could easily do what he needed. You look at the light shining down on you, as you feel the cold liquid being applied to your cock and balls. You feel surprisingly calm, even though a sharp needle is soon invading your groin, numbing any sensation. Neither pleasure nor pain will ever emerge from your genitals again. A pillow props up your head and you watch as Michael begins. He cuts around your sack, carefully but purposefully. A cotton swaps absorbs the trickle of blood that follows the scalpel. Your testicle looks different than you imagined, somehow smaller and less round. It dangles from its stalk but not for long; a few more cuts and it lies in Michael’s hand. He shows it to you and you smile. Only a few minutes pass before its twin has also been freed. You look at them as they sit together in a glass container. Then you feel a tug at your penis. Without your balls the penis now seems useless, so you feel no regret as you watch the steel instrument cutting into the head. Michael is skillful, slicing the shaft vertically around the catheter. The strips of flesh lie on your stomach, moving up and down as you breathe. Soon, only the plastic tube can be seen emerging from your middle. The surgery that follows takes much longer, but your interest is already waning. The purpose of your visit has been accomplished. Your new life is about to begin. At one time you feared loneliness would follow your change, but this proves not to be so. You still desire the company of other men, and they still desire you. Some still have their cocks and balls, and others do not. But you find one another, and you are happy in what you have become. You waited 20 years, Danny. But many more years than that will now follow, and the thought makes you very happy.