Searching for tattoos, made me go for another body mod.
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-this is the first time I write a story like this, so here it goes. I guess its been almost 5 years now that I had it done, and I have to tell you, its been the best 5 years in my life. I was a good looking guy in school, not really athletic, about 6'2", blond hair, greenish brown eyes, not really an acedemic scholar, but I was known for being an all-round good guy to be with, so I was happy with who I was. I wasnt a skirt chaser like many of my friends, but I did have my share of girls, too. But when my friends would tell me about their conquests, I wasnt getting the "earth shattering" orgasms they were getting by the sheer magnitude they were. So I wanted more... After I left school, I pretty much involved myself in work. I scored my dream job, and settled myself in a nice little rut. My problem was a good job, just crappy hours. Luckilly, I had the internet. It was kind of a fluke, finding anything about penectomies, or castrations on the net, I was looking for some ideas for tattoos. As I navigated thru the penectomy site, (BME) the pictures intrigued me, and reading the stories excited me, and made me fucking hard. I was taken back by some of the accounts that guys were telling thru their words, how various parts of their packages were removed, modified, or destroyed - VOULENTARILY! I had to know more. I looked around, and found the Eunuch Archive, and started some correspondences with some of the other people out there thinking the same thing. As luck would have it, after about a year of hearing others fantasies, I finally found the perverbial needle in the hay stack. To keep him underground, I will keep his name under wraps, so lets say his name was CUTTER. CUTTER had answered a post I had made on one of the forums, and he made sure to answer all my questions. MAN did I ever have questions, you know, whats the down time, the heal time, and probably the two most important, where and how much? The cost wasnt much of an issue, since thinking about a tattoo made me save, and CUTTER made sure he was giving me a quality cut, so to say. We talked about it for what seemed like forever when I finally had the balls to tell him when and where. I opted for Las Vegas, since I hadn't seen the city, and since I had recieved a small promotion, I figured might as well go nuts loosing it all in Vegas. I had made preperations prior to the trip, the usual, check-up, shave, the whole bit. I also booked well in advance at the Caesars for a week. The room wasnt much, it wasnt the penthouse suite, but it was a big enough room to enjoy. The day came when I landed at Vegas, I met CUTTER for the first time. He brandished a sign with my name, and had a taxi already waiting for me when I got my luggage. He was a good lookin guy, a bit unassuming for what he was well known for otherwise. Average height, and weight, and verry professional. I guess he was used to this sort of stuff, and it didnt phaze him. Seeing him like this was a real comfort to me, knowing he wasnt some seedy guy that might do a hit and miss job. THAT, would have really sucked. Once we got to the casino, we sat inside my room (his was adjacent to mine) and talked about what was going to happen over the next few days. He laid out infront of me the tools, and equipment he was going to use to amputate my dick forever from my body. And, as I had asked him to, he unpacked the "fluid". I call it the fluid, it has some other name to it, and I keep forgeting it, so sorry. He then asked me to strip, and let him examine what he was going to work with. Now, I wasnt well endowed, and since it was leaving shortly, I had no reservations, or shame showing him my doomed member. It was the average uncut dick, 6 inches hard and soft, with a 1 inch overhang of foreskin. I have had my share of girls and guys stare longingly at my dick, in she showers, or on dates, and saw the awe in their eyes at its sight. Dont get me wrong, I love my dick, but the idea of being dickless makes me harder than Chineese arithmitic. CUTTER had told me to go ahead and enjoy a game or two of craps, or blackjack, while he set up the room for the procedure. Leaving the room, I realized the seriousness in what I was about to do, but I was at peace knowing it WILL be done tonight. When I hit the floor, MAN was that fun. I jumped right into a blackjack game, and lost $100. But, I gained that back, plus $12,000 more at the craps table. Satisfied, I went back to my room. CUTTER had just finished setting things up, and was ready whenever I was. I had sat down across from him, and asked if I could have one more wank before giving up my manhood. He didn' mind one bit, and asked if I needed privacy, or anything. All I needed was my hand, and the sight of the tools. Dropping my jeans, I went to work on my shaft, long, and slow, enjoying my last minutes of ecstasy. Uncovering my dickhead from its covered sheath of skin always made goosebumps apear, especially when the room was cooler. More and more, I stroked, and rubbed, and jerked myself into pleeasure. I stopped a minute, and started to massage my nuts with my left hand. My dick, aching from being so hard, throbbing with every heartbeat lay there on my chest, oozing precum, and TONS of it. I grabbed my nuts, and pulled them both to the bottom of my sac, and with my free right hand, I started to squeeze my captive nuts. Harder, and harder I squeezed, and harder, and harder my dick got. I then started to pull on my nuts, as if I were jacking off with my dick untill I erupted in the most earth-shattering, mind blowing orgasm I had ever experienced. Wave after wave of cum came spurting out, making audible noise as it flew out of my dick, splattering my chest, my face, and landing in my hair. I now knew I didnt need my dick at all! After about 10 minutes of nut stroking, I was spent. I went into the shower to wash up, and CUTTER got the room ready. All clean, I walked nude to the plastic sheet unrolled on the floor. Turning on his portable lights, I could feel a sense of calm as I started to get comfortable. CUTTER had it set up for me to watch the entire procedure as he did it, complete with mirrors, and a video to capture the moment forever. Before he did anything, however, he had me sign a waiver saying what we did that evening was totally under my own free will, and of my own wishings. Then, it began. Pulling out the needle he had pre-packed full of the anesthetic, he injected my groin numb. He let the shot do its work, as he prepared. Every minute or two, he would walk up to my dick, and prick it with a needle, and ask if I could feel it. After the third prick, I couldnt feel it. Hitting record on his camera, CUTTER began work. After inserting my catheter, he started to make the inscision under my dick, where my balls start. From there, he cut a perfect circle around my dick. once done, he cauterized any little blood vessels that had started to leak. There was now no turning back. He turned his attention back under my dick, and started to make a small incision to gain access to the root of my dick. After the sensations of movement under my now feelingless dick stopped, he came back out, and said he was ready to start the cut. He had taken his scalpel, and the cauterising tool, and went to work. He asked me the entire time if I could feel anything, and each time I told him no. I watched as little tufts of smoke rose from my groin, indicating he was getting things done. Then, the moment of truth. After what seemed like minutes, he had said that he was ready to cut the last ligament, and fiber holding my dick to me. I was smiling in anticipation. He then took one last swipe and put down his scalpel. He took the cauterizing tool, and finished the last bits of tissue that were still bleeding. With that, he was almost done. He had asked me if I wanted to do the honors of removing my dick, slowly off my catheter, and I wholeheartedly agreed. As I touched it, I no longer felt anything, not the sensation I was touching it, not even the sensation of movement as I raised it. As I pulled it, I saw the root, thick, and veiny, and forever removed. As I finished sliding my tool off the catheter, CUTTER grabbed a camera, and took my picture, like I was showing the catch of the day at the lake. He quckly took my dick out of my hand, and placed it in a bag, and placed that bag in some ice, and began to stitch me up. Working the exact opposite of how he started, he slowly closed all the layers he went thru to get to my root, and worked his way back. I decided before I had my dick removed that I was going to keep my pisshole in the same place where my dick once resided, so he left a nub of the old urethra exposed about 2mm out of my body, so I can still have aim control when I piss. I always loved standing to take a piss, and I didnt want to sit and piss like I had read so many guys opt for. CUTTER was meticulous about the quality of stitches, and took his time, to make sure that there wouldnt be too many visible scars, once everything healed. He injected some pain killers into my groin area, and told me to sit back and relax for a while. I stared in amazement as CUTTER got up to get the bandages to cover my now dickless crotch. I saw in amazement, the smooth, flat area where my dick once was, and how much my balls showed more with my dick gone. And speaking of my departed organ, I saw it in the ice next to me, the same color it was when I wanked off what was now 4 hours ago! CUTTER helped me up, and sat me in a chair at the end of the small table in the room. There, he took another chair, and talked me thru his process of preserving severed dicks. I stared in amazement as he took my dick out of the bag, and started to trim away all the unnecissary tissue. With the attention to detail he had on my groin, he started to empty the last remnants of blood from my dead dick, and grabbed the Jar of fluid I had asked him to bring. He dipped my dick in it, and took it out. After working with the empty bloodvessels, he was able to pump the severed member back to what it resembled erect. he let the dick dry out, and drained the fluid from inside. He then took my dick, and started to close the open end where it once attatched to my body. When he was done, my dick looked like it was still alive, and still ready to ooze precum. I was in awe at his technique. I picked up my dick, and for the first time in my life, I was able to see my dick up close and personal. It felt soft to the touch, and slightly rigid, like it was going to get hard. I started to feel tingling around the areas where I had my dick removed, I was getting hot and bothered, but I was also starting to drift off. I awoke some 7 hours later, and found CUTTER was asleep too. He had slept nude, watching TV that night. He was a pretty impressive specimen of a man, including what he had to show for himself. Attatched to his small frame, was one of the most biggest dicks I had ever seen in real life. Meaty, veiny, and pierced! Piercings! MAN I thought I should have had one of those when I had my dick. But looking at CUTTER's made me feel all horny again. This time, I felt pain, but more of a dull pain, where the incisions were made, and bloodvessels were cauterized. I barely had the strength to get up, and gingerly walk over to him, and inspect his dick more. Flacid, it was 10 inches soft, and his nuts werent what you'd think a guy with a donkey dick that big would be. His nuts were small, and I mean small. I guess fate is a strange, and cruel thing. I picked his dick up by the piercing, and saw his magnitude. I had never had these strong feelings for another man before, and this was an interesting sight. CUTTER stirred, and looked at me with his scruffy-unshaven face, and asked me politely to put his dick down. I did. I walked back to the table, where I saw my dick, the same place it was the last night before, still looking like it was still alive. CUTTER got dressed, and started to pack his things back into their cases. He asked how I was doing, and I said I was alright, except for the slight pain, and numbness. He said it was expected, and gave me some more pain killers, and told me to lie back down, and rest some. I had asked him how many other guys had he done, now that we had some time to talk. He sat down after closing the first bag, and told me that he had done roughly 200 guys in the small ammount of time he had started. Blacks, Whites, Asians, Mexicans, Indians, and just guys wanting to fulfill their fantasies. He started as a veterinarian, but got caught up in some S&M scenes in San Francisco, and thats where he got his clientel from. As he continued, I realized, I wasnt really the only one. I had thought many nights to myself, that things like this didnt really happen in the real world. Guys really did go out and find others to do this to them. I wasnt a freak for wanting it, I was a freak for not wanting it sooner! 200 guys alone that CUTTER did by himself? 200? I thought about that, then I thought about how many other CUTTER's there were in the world doing the same thing to other guys all around the world. It got me both horny, and oozing! After the end of 3 days, I was able to walk around the casino and gamble $1,000 of the stake I had won earlier, and get $5000 more in return. I was batting a thousand, and loving it! I went the entire day not thinking of what I did to myself days ago, and only remembered when I had to take a piss. I walked rather briskly to the restroom, and undid my fly, and reached for what I had always remembered to be my dick, and only found the catheter. I looked down in amazement, and thought to myslef this was going to take some getting used to. As I was relieving myslef, the fading feelings of doubt and the same fading feelings of pain were slowly less noticeable, untill another guy stood at the stall beside me, and glanced down. Seeing nothing but a tube, he got noticeably nervous, and quickly looked the other way, but never did he move. He did, I noticed, kinda cover his crotch up, both to fane a protected grasp, and to hide the slight hard on it was giving him. After awhile of him standing there, I had the nerve to speak at him, and to not be afraid to look. I didnt have to tell him that I voulentarily lost it, but I told him it was cancer that took it. He said his sympathies, and asked if I wanted to go and have a beer with him. -c'mon, a nice looking guy offering beer, who can say no! Finally, on friday, CUTTER told me I was alright to be on my own. He stuck around to make sure I didnt have any adverse effects from the surgery. Lukilly, and happily I didnt have any. My bandages were changed once more, and aftercare instructions were given to me, a firm hand shake, and off we were. As I got back on the plane, I sat down. I looked out the window to the terminal, and saw CUTTER waving bye. After waving back, I settled into my seat, and took one more look out the windown before the plane taxi'd away from the terminal. I saw that same guy from the restroom shaking hands with CUTTER. That was almost 5 years ago. Since that time, I had gone further in my body mods, and started to stretch my scrotal sac. With nothing much more than nuts, I had to make them stand out more, so after a year of recovery, I started to stretch them. I bought the two piece stainless steel stretchers, and lots of weights. by the third year of using the weights, I had them hang nearly 12 inches from my body. I wear the metal rings all day and nght,, and often keep them on when I have sex with my many partners. The feelings that my modified nut sac give me rival that of my gone dick, and when plunging long into whoever im fucking (male or female), theres no doubt the feelings are more intense, that I now have to work harder for pleasure. I get mail still from CUTTER, telling me of the men he either deballed, nullified, or made into a dickless wonder. I often walk around the house nude, without my ball stretchers, and wonder at the feeling of being dickless. I have my severd dick inside a sock in my underwear drawer, still looking as alive as ever. I take it out at times, and pretend its still attatched to me, and kinda feel bad about doing this to me, never feeling it again, but the feelings I got afterwards sure as hell make up for the rest of it! Theres still one thing I still havent done since I had my dick removed. I never got a tattoo.