Hi! My name's Johnny. I'm a confirmed bachelor and I'm 59 now but the events I am going to relate happened about 20 years ago.

After I left university, I worked for a couple of large international firms of management consultants and then set up on my own. The first two or three years were difficult but I eventually became successful and employed a staff of 20. I travelled all over the world on both business and pleasure but it was only after the fall of the Berlin Wall that I was able to visit Eastern Europe as a tourist.

It was my habit to choose a city as a base and explore locally, rather than try to cover a whole country in a couple of weeks. Thus it was that I booked into a hotel in a beautiful old city in Poland with a lot of historic interest.

On my second night, I found what was then one of only two night clubs in the city where I soon got talking to an attractive local girl who spoke excellent English. Her name was Lisa, age about 40, tall with long golden hair. Several drinks later, our conversation had become very personal. She told me she was a lesbian and we found we shared an interest in bondage. I gathered she enjoyed being a Domme so we agreed to meet again the following night at a private club. Such establishments had been severely frowned upon in Communist times but had nevertheless existed very discreetly behind closed doors. The club we went to was still very discreet but no longer feared police raids. I was Lisa's guest and much enjoyed submitting to her in bondage.

I admitted to her one of my innermost secrets - I had a lifelong dislike of my genitals and had often fantasised about having them amputated. What I did not know then was that she was a surgeon in the local hospital and that the girl she shared her apartment with was a theatre nurse. Her response therefore surprised me. If offered the opportunity to live out my fantasy, would I take it? Maybe. It had never before been put to me as a real possibility.

The following night, Lisa invited me to her home and I met her friend, Anna. Anna was also about 40, but not so tall and with short brown hair - clearly a Sub to Lisa's Domme. After an hour of general chat, Lisa again referred to my fantasies and it became clear that she had told Anna about them. If I was really serious, "it could be arranged". They would arrange for me to be admitted to the local hospital with penile cancer. Lisa explained that my "fixation" was by no means unique. In addition to being a specialist in urology, she had studied psychology and would only operate if she was convinced that it really was an overwhelming obsession. She went on to ask a lot of searching questions.

She finally said "OK, but you must still give it more careful thought." She refused to take my immediate decision and went on to explain that, like so many people who had lived behind the iron curtain, they were desperate to obtain Western currency for themselves and would also need to pay for hospital facilities. They might also need to "square" the hospital authorities. The total cost to me was therefore likely to be considerable and she named a large figure. I wondered whether, as lesbians, they might actually also get considerable satisfaction from cutting off my manhood! I agreed to give them a decision before I flew home at the end of my vacation.

I made discrete enquiries about Lisa and was assured that she was highly regarded in Poland as a urological surgeon.

I had just a week to decide. When I saw Lisa again, I said "Yes!". "If you're absolutely certain, OK. There will be no going back because I'm going to give you some medication which will ensure that you are chemically castrated by the time you come for surgery." She went on to spell out the financial arrangements and got me to sign a consent form. Finally, she handed me a small bottle of pills and said I was to take one a day until they were all gone. "Au revoir!"

When I got home, I was still wondering if I had made a great mistake. However, I held the bottle of pills in my hand, took one out and swallowed it quickly. I was committed. As the days went by, I felt little different but soon became aware that I could no longer get an erection and realised that I was eagerly looking forward to the surgery.

A month later, I was again on a plane to Poland. I had paid a large sum in American dollars into a Swiss bank account and carried sufficient cash to pay for hospitalisation. The total would be at least equivalent to the cost of a major operation in a top New York clinic but I could easily afford it. Even later when the girls became close friends, I never begrudged them the money. Lisa met me off the plane and took me straight to her apartment.

"How do you feel? You've taken all the pills?"

"Yes. I'm fine - can't wait for tomorrow."

Lisa described the operation in great detail and exactly what she intended to do, which was very much as I had seen written up on the Internet.

"I have some preparatory work to do on you first. I must check that the pills really have done their work and then make it look like you've got penile cancer. But first, we will take you out for your last meal as a complete male!"

That night, back in their apartment, Lisa and Anna both stripped off completely while I submitted to bondage in an erotic threesome. As they played with my penis and nipples, any normal man would have reacted, but the pills had indeed done their work and, much as I enjoyed their attention, I remained limp. They made a careful examination of my genitals and injected something into my penis so that it looked as though there were cancerous swellings. Finally, they were satisfied. "OK. I booked theatre for 11 o'clock tomorrow. Oh! And we're going to give you a general anaesthetic. We don't want you trying to change your mind just as I am about to put the knife in!"

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"Hello, Johnny! How do you feel?" Anna was standing by my bed in the side ward.

"Thirsty!", I replied, very confused.

"OK, we'll get you a drink. It all went exactly as planned. Lisa is a super surgeon. Now you have a nice smooth crotch - just what you've always wanted."

I was still very drowsy and happily nodded off to sleep again.

I awoke several hours later, this time fully awake. It was dark but I was aware of nurses moving around the main ward. I lay awake for a long time slowly realising what had happened to me. There was a soreness in my groin but I found that my hands had been tied to the sides of the bed so that I could not explore. Eventually, Lisa came in.

"Sorry to have tied you up, but you are used to that, anyway!" she said, releasing me. "You must not move around yet and will have to wait to see the new look. It will be a week or so before we can remove the stitches and catheter. I only needed six stitches so you should not have much of a scar and when your hair grows around it you'll just see a nice neat pubic triangle. After the catheter is removed, you will have to dilate the pee hole regularly for some time to prevent it closing up. I was able to re-route the urethra so there should not be any problem with incontinence once your muscles adjust. And I will give you a supply of hormone pills which you will have to take for the rest of your life to maintain the correct balance." This was the professional surgeon speaking!

"We will probably keep you here for two or three days - then you can come home with us.

We can look after you there until you are fit to travel home in about two weeks. The staff here will look after you well, but we'll look in regularly. Must go - I have other patients to see to."

I was indeed well looked after by the hospital staff, few of whom could speak English. To them I was merely another patient who they cared for to the best of their ability. Two days passed quickly and I was soon able to get out of bed and walk gingerly around the ward. When the dressings were changed, I was eventually able to inspect the results. There was little to see except the neat line of stitches and a lot of bruising, but I was happy to have achieved a lifelong ambition.

Back at the apartment, Lisa and Anna couldn't do enough for me. Fortunately, Anna's shifts meant she was often at home when Lisa was at work, so I was seldom left alone. I was apprehensive about the removal of the catheter and stitches but need not have worried. My first experience of peeing was weird. Sitting down - as I would always have to in future - I just tried to relax and it worked! Getting my muscles to stop the flow would obviously require practice, however.

The last day before I was due to fly home coincided with my birthday and Lisa and Anna insisted on taking me back the restaurant we had been to before. Back home after the meal, they produced two small parcels. Lisa's present was a pack of plain white cotton panties and Anna's was a box of panty liners! "We think you will find these more comfortable than boxers or Y fronts now."

They had other presents for me. Lisa handed me a parcel saying "I got a friend at the club who is also a professional tailor to make these for you." The parcel contained a pair of trousers with a difference. They were similar to a pair I wore regularly but had no fly opening and a concealed side zip instead. "We borrowed yours while you were in hospital and he copied the size and fit rather than just give you female pants and they have proper pockets. They will reflect your new status. You don't need flies any longer. We want you to wear them on the plane tomorrow."

Now it was Anna's turn. Her parcel contained two pairs of lacy panties - obviously worn and unwashed. "We both got so hot when we cut off your cock and we would like you to have these as mementoes!"

They came to the airport to see me off and bad me a tearful farewell. Sitting in the plane, I spent a lot of time looking down at the front of the trousers, still not quite believing the smooth crotch that the front seam concealed.

And since then? I still believe I made the right choice. Physically, I have had no problems but still take the pills. The operation healed remarkably quickly. I soon got used to sitting to pee and quickly regained control of my bladder.

Psychologically, I am very pleased with the outcome. I think I tend to be calmer and suffer fools more gladly. I think I am a better employer and try to treat my staff with more consideration. My relations with the opposite sex are easier. Perhaps even though they don't know my secret, they sense that I am neither an eligible bachelor, nor a sexual predator. I have obtained several more pairs of the special trousers which I find comfortable and wear regularly as the only outward sign that I am no longer a normal male. Ironically, I have never been aware of anyone noticing the difference - or perhaps they have been too polite to comment!

Sexually, I can still get pleasure, though not, of course, in the orthodox way. At home, I still go to bondage sessions where I have become something of a minor celebrity among members of my club. I love to be bound, gagged, hooded and beaten. But best of all, I make regular visits to Poland where the girls invite me to join in their lesbian sex. They soon found that a combination of nipple play and a vibrator in my anus creates a "high" short of an orgasm but sustainable for a long time. They get me to wear a dildo, which is a very odd feeling under the circumstances, while I bring them in turn to multiple orgasms.

What more could a happy eunuch wish for?

Johnny

June 2007.

Author's note:

Sadly, this story is fiction and I have no reason to believe that such an operation could ever have taken place in Poland. I have wanted nullification for as long as I can remember and realistically, I suppose it will never happen, but I would love to hear of any real life experiences. Unfortunately, Tom's site has now disappeared from the internet.

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