Tyler's Choice

Tyler contacted me through the Eunuch Archive chat room. He had just turned 15 years old, but already had a powerful obsession with being castrated. When I told him I had castrated boys his age, he was very excited.

To skip ahead, we made arrangements to meet, and before long Tyler arrived on my doorstep. To say he was attractive would be a huge understatement. The bluest eyes you could imagine. A bunch of blond hair and a huge grin. A gold hoop in his left ear. He stood only about 5 foot 2 inches, and couldn’t have weighed more than 100 pounds.

As I watched Tyler looking around my living room, I could feel my cock stirring. His tank top hung loose from his narrow shoulders, and his cutoff shorts clung tightly to his firm butt. When he kicked off his flip-flops and walked around in his bare feet, I was almost frantic with desire.

We talked a long time, sipping on beer. Tyler had reached full puberty very recently, achieving his first ejaculation only a few months earlier through masturbation. When I learned he was still a virgin, my excitement and my cock grew.

Then I asked him why he was so interested in castration. “I don’t really know,” he said. “But when I started reading the stories on the Eunuch Archive, I got really turned on. Now it’s all I think about when I jack off.”

As I watched this beautiful boy, his legs tucked underneath him, I knew that I would be his first lover. And I also knew that before he returned home, his testicles would rest in a glass jar in my bedroom.

I suggested a shower to him and he agreed. When he emerged from the bathroom, my heart jumped. Tyler had wrapped a towel around his waist. Water dripped down his narrow chest, making his small nipples glisten. When he flashed me his big smile, I just melted.

I walked over to Tyler and kissed him. He made no effort to push me away as my tongue entered his mouth, swirling around his pierced tongue. As I wrapped my arms around him, I could feel his cock swelling against my thigh through the bath towel.

I loosened the towel and it fell the floor, revealing an impressive uncut cock and set of low-hanging balls. In a flash I was on my knees, licking the shaft of Tyler’s swollen penis. He moaned as I engulfed his dick in my mouth, sucking gently. I rubbed his balls between my fingers, making his cock twitch.

It couldn’t have been much more than a minute before Tyler let out a shout. “Oh fuck, Ken. I’m coming!” Seconds later, his semen filled my mouth, as Tyler groaned in pleasure. I swallowed his cum with a smile, knowing it was the boy’s first ejaculation with another person.

The rest of the evening was a pure delight. Tyler eagerly learned the techniques of cocksucking, eventually slurping down my load. He moaned with pleasure as I licked and sucked his boyish nipples, and rimmed his lovely hairless anus. He jacked off to a second orgasm, his cum spurting over his smooth chest and stomach. We drifted to sleep with our arms around each other.

In the morning, after Tyler took a leak, I told him I had something special planned for him. After sending him out of the bathroom, I prepared his surprise.

“Okay hon, come and get it,” I called to him. Tyler’s eyes grew wide as he saw the enema bag, bulging with steamy, soapy water, hanging from the shower curtain. “What the hell is that?” he said.

“It’s time for cleaning your insides. You’ll love it,” I said.

Tyler reluctantly followed my instructions, lying in the tub on his left side. I slipped a Vaseline-greased finger into his anus, lubing him up. Then I eased the nozzle into his hole and released the clip, sending the hot water gushing into his rectum.

“Oh shit!” he yelled, jerking as the water flooded his colon. I put my hand on his back to steady him. “Don’t worry, you’ll get used to it soon,” I told him.

The rubber bag slowly collapsed as Tyler’s stomach expanded from the water. “It hurts!” he complained. I stopped the flow and massaged his abdomen until the cramps stopped. Then I resumed the enema until the bag gurgled empty.

I made Tyler stay in the tub until the urge to evacuate became overwhelming. When he couldn’t hold it in any longer, I helped him hop on the toilet and watched the look on his face as the water streamed out of him, turds plopping in the bowel.

When I started to refill the bag, Tyler protested. “I have to give you a second enema, Tyler,” I explained. “The first had soap in it, so I need to rinse you out good.”

Tyler lay in the tub again, breathing deeply as the clear water flowed into his bowel. I noticed his cock had begun to swell, not an unusual reaction to the prostate stimulation caused by the water. His tight foreskin pulled back as his cock slowly reached its full erect size.

I began to gently massage his cock as the enema bag continued to empty its contents into Tyler. “That’s nice,” he said, closing his eyes. A drop of precum oozed from the tip of his dick.

By now his stomach was bulging from the two quarts of warm liquid inside his gut. But Tyler’s attention was focused on his swollen dick, which was about to release its load. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted as his white jizz hit the tub. At the same instant, water spurted from his anus, swirling around his body and washing the semen into the drain.

After Tyler finished evacuating the cloudy water, he showered and joined me in the kitchen for breakfast. Watching this gorgeous naked boy eating his food, smiling and totally unconcerned about his nudity, gave me an indescribably thrill.

We talked a lot about castration that day. I told him the various ways the procedure can be performed, and the consequences of the operation. He listened intently as I described how he would gradually lose the ability to have erections, and his semen would become clearer. I noticed that Tyler’s cock was slightly swollen as I told him about castration.

I also described a procedure called uretheral reroute, in which an opening is made between the scrotum and anus for urination. By the time I mentioned he would have to sit to piss for the rest of his life, his cock was fully erect.

That evening, I prepared Tyler for his first anal intercourse. As I hugged him from behind in bed, I gently probed his anus with a lubed finger. When his hole loosened up, I slipped a second finger inside. “It’s time, Tyler,” I whispered in his ear.

I placed him on his back, and bent his legs back, placing his feet on my shoulders. My hard cock pushed against his greased hole, gently opening up. As my cock slid inside, both of us sighed.

I fucked Tyler for a long time, both of us moaning with pleasure. His dick was rigid and leaking precum, as Tyler frantically jacked his shaft. Finally, I groaned loudly as my cum spurted inside his rectum. At that same moment, Tyler ejaculated, his semen shooting all the way to his chin. I collapsed on top of him, my dick twitching as the last wad of cum emptied into the boy’s bowel.

We lay together, my arm around his chest, sticky with cum. “I know I want to be castrated, Ken,” he said quietly. “I loved sucking you and having you fuck me. I’d be happy if that’s all that happened from now on. I don’t want to get erections any more.”

I held him tightly, both our hearts beating rapidly. “But I don’t think I have the courage,” he said, tears welling in his eyes. “I want to lose my balls, but I just won’t be able to go through with it. Oh, I wish I didn’t have to make the choice myself.”

By now Tyler was sobbing. “Don’t worry, my love,” I said, kissing his face. “Everything will be all right.” Before long, he drifted off to sleep.

The next couple of days we had outrageously good sex. Tyler loved to be fucked, and we tried every possible position. It would really turn him on to talk about castration while we fucked, with me squeezing his balls as I pounded his ass. He always shot his cum soon after.

On Thursday, a few days before he was supposed to leave for home, I told him I had something to show him. I opened a drawer in my dresser, and took out a variety of implements. “Wow, what are those?” he said, wide eyed.

“This is an elastrator. During a castration, you put a band on it, and slip it around the scrotum. It cuts off the blood and the balls slowly die.”

I saw that Tyler’s dick was fully erect as he picked up the castration tool and examined it. “How long do you have to leave the band on before the balls die?” he asked. “Oh, I’d say after an hour,” I answered.

Tyler took a castration band and stretched it between his fingers. “That’s so hot. I’d love to feel that around my balls,” he said with a wicked smile.

“Why don’t we try it then?” I responded.

“Really?” he said, obviously excited by the idea.

“Sure. Lay down on the bed. We can keep it on for a few minutes and see how you like it.”

Tyler eagerly jumped on the bed, his stiff cock pointing straight at his face. “Let’s use these handcuffs, just like we were really going to castrate you,” I said.

“Cool!” he answered, putting his arms over his head as I fastened his wrists to the bedposts. I then locked his ankles to the other posts, leaving him spreadeagled.

I slipped a band over the prongs of the elastrator, and sat on the edge of the bed, between his spread legs. With my left hand, I squeezed his balls into the bottom of his sack. Then I pushed them through the opened band.

“Okay love, here goes.” I said. Tyler’s cock was throbbing, precum trickling down the shaft as I closed the handle, causing the band to snap around the top of his scrotum. His body jerked at the sensation. “Damn!” he said.

“How does it feel?” I said, feeling the tight skin of his young ballsack. “Okay, I guess,” he said, looking down at his captive scrotum. “Look, my balls are turning purple!”

I smiled and lifted his rigid dick off his stomach. I licked the head, scooping the precum into my mouth. “Oh yeah,” Tyler moaned, as I began to suck him. I took my time, gently coaxing him to the edge of orgasm, then backing away. After a few seconds, I resumed my sucking, finally triggering his ejaculation. His whole body jerked as he pumped his semen into my mouth.

By now, his balls had turned a deep purple. “Damn, it’s starting to hurt,” Tyler said.

“Don’t worry, this will help with the pain,” I said, picking up a hypodermic needle. I quickly injected the xylocaine into his crotch. Within seconds, it numbed him.

“Okay, don’t you think you should take the band off now?” he asked.

“No, not quite yet, Tyler. We’re not finished.”

I knelt on the edge of the bed. With my left hand I felt around his imprisoned scrotum. “What are you doing?” he said, a hint of panic in his voice.

“Tyler, the other night you told me you really wanted to be castrated, but that you wouldn’t have the courage to go through with it. So I’m giving you a little help with that.”

“What do you mean?!” he shouted, yanking the chains that held his hands and feet. “Let me go!”

“No, Tyler. You told me you wanted this. It was your choice. Now be still and let the band finish its work.”

Tyler began sobbing and thrashing in vain against the handcuffs. “Please Ken, don’t do this,” he said, tears streaming down his face.

I stood up and gently mopped Tyler’s forehead. “My love, calm down and think clearly about this,” I said softly. “You know this is what you want. In just a little while you’ll be feeling much better.”

Tyler stopped jerking on his handcuffs, still sobbing. “This is what you want, isn’t it?” I asked, kissing his tear-stained cheek. After a long pause, he answered “Yes,” in a quavering voice.

By now, his sack had been banded for nearly an hour. I decided to remove his testicles so they could be preserved in a near-pristine state.

After swabbing his tight scrotum with a disinfectant, I took a scalpel and made an incision on the left side of the sack. After making several more passes at the gash, I was able to pull the testicle free.

Tyler craned his neck to watch as I tied the cord and began to slice through it. In a few seconds, the ball was resting in my hand. I lifted it up to show Tyler, and he smiled weakly.

I then repeated the procedure on the other ball. “Okay my love, this is it. Are you ready to complete the castration?” Tyler nodded his head, and the blade sliced through the cord, rendering my sweet boy a complete eunuch. I held my hand in front of his face, and Tyler kissed both of his balls goodbye.

After suturing his scrotum closed and cutting off the castration band, I unlocked the handcuffs. “Take a nap, Tyler,” I said, covering his shivering body with a blanket. “You’ll feel much better in a few hours.”

As Tyler drifted off to sleep, I dropped his testicles into a glass jar filled with a preservative. The jar would be a reminder of this wonderful week with Tyler.

When Tyler woke up, he complained about pain in his groin. I gave him some pills to ease the discomfort, then discussed performing a urethral reroute on him. “I guess we should do that today too,” he said in a weak voice. I kissed my brave boy on the cheek, proud of him.

After administering xylocaine, I swabbed him with the disinfectant before making a 2-inch cut just above his anus. I then fed a balloon catheter into the cut, slowly pushing it up the urethra and into his bladder.

Next, I lifted his limp penis and pulled back the foreskin. With the greatest of care, I took the scalpel and sliced off the very tip of the glans. After stanching the flow of blood, I sutured the wound closed. Now the boy’s urine would have to exit his body through the new piss hole near his anus.

Tyler recovered swiftly from the surgery, as young boys always do. By Sunday, his last day at my house, he enjoyed being fucked by me, his dick erect as my cock pushed against his prostate. Soon after I shot my cum inside him, Tyler also ejaculated. As we cuddled afterwards, I assured him that his erections would taper off, and in a few months he would become impotent. He smiled at the thought.

Tyler’s castration took place nearly a year ago. My boy visits me regularly, and we have wonderful sex. He loves having me rim him before fucking his ass. And I love looking down at his sweet face as I push my cock in and out of his puckered hole, his dick lying limp on his smooth stomach.