How Bob Became A Eunuch

Bob's inability to remain faithful had drastic consequences, not 
once, but twice. THIS IS THE TRUE STORY of one of our posters, as 
told to another poster. Final copy has been approved for accuracy of 
the facts.

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How Bob Became a Eunuch

This is the true story of Bob and his wife Linda and how he became a 
eunuch.

Bob was attracted to Linda, a beautiful, farm girl with a confident 
and self-assured demeanor. He didn’t realize it then, but that 
confidence and self-assurance were also part of a slightly dominant 
side, and it was this that he was attracted to as well. Like most 
men, he wasn’t conscious of it, and wouldn’t have wanted to face it 
then; and so he just saw it as a sort of confident assertiveness.

They married and had children during those first years. Bob traveled 
on business quite a bit during that time. Even though they had a very 
good and active sex life, the freedom of his travel seemed to give 
him the desire to “play around”. He couldn’t seem to get enough sex. 
He used all of the familiar excuses to himself that men have always 
used; “I’m not getting enough because I’m away”, “no one will know”, 
“what will it hurt” and “it’s just some harmless fun”. At the 
slightest gaze from a woman he had the scent and the chase was on. He 
probably had sex with another woman 2 to 3 times a month. The trips 
and the relative ease of scoring seemed like the perfect set up. 
Linda would never know, and after all, they weren’t love affairs, 
just fun. This went on for several years in pretty much the 
successful fashion that he had imagined it would.



Then returning home from one trip, he found Linda very upset.  Some 
woman had called and asked for Bob and had told Linda about their 1 
night stand. It was the call that would change his life forever. 
Careful as he had been she had somehow managed to get his home 
number. Linda was devastated, and wanted a divorce. For her, 
believing that all was perfect with their relationship only to 
discover this carefully thought out deception was almost too much. 
The feeling of betrayal was a real physical pain, like a kick in the 
stomach. Inside she also felt hate and thought that she would like to 
kill him, though she knew she wouldn’t. It was at this exact moment 
that Bob realized how much he loved her and their children, and how 
his harmless fun wasn’t really so harmless. He wanted to talk and see 
if a way to stay together could be found. She said she could never 
trust him again and unless she could there was nothing to talk about.



Bob had a week of sleeping on the couch and getting the cold shoulder 
from Linda to contemplate how his over active sex drive had hurt her, 
and how it could now take away the wife and family that he had always 
loved. Finally it came to him. He could have one his testicles 
removed to lower his sex drive. He would still be able to function, 
but with a lower drive the temptation to stray while away would be 
gone. He suggested it to Linda. “This way you could trust me to stop 
screwing around.”



Linda thought he had lost his mind. But the more he talked about it, 
the less odd it seemed. He kept professing his undying love for her 
and the family, and finally it began to make sense to Linda. She even 
began to think of the amount of revenge she would be getting for all 
the pain he had caused her with his betrayal. It actually started to 
excite her and she began to think about how she was going to enjoy 
“fixing” him.



The next problem was how to get it done. Bob was too embarrassed to 
ask a doctor and didn’t know anyone else who could do it. And anyway, 
how would he explain the reason for his request? It was then that she 
told him she had performed castrations on cows and horses while she 
was growing up on the farm. From that moment it seemed clear that she 
would be the one to do the deed. Bob asked her to do it and Linda 
agreed.



Linda pointed out that they would have to get the right equipment and 
they both spent time over the next several weeks reading materials 
from the local medical university library on the subject. Getting the 
equipment turned out to be pretty easy. Bob wasn’t feeling well and 
went to see the doctor. While waiting in the treatment room for the 
doctor he started looking through the drawers and cabinets for the 
items Linda had said they would need: xylocaine and a hypodermic for 
the local anesthetic; disposable scalpels, forceps, and sutures. It 
was amazing. He just filled his briefcase and went home after seeing 
the doctor. Linda was pleased with his bravado and daring, and liked 
what he got. Although it just worked out conveniently for Bob to get 
the items, Linda figured it would add a little to the ceremony if he 
had to gather the instruments for the destruction of his manhood.



About a month had passed since the decision, and all was now ready. 
They made plans for the following Friday night. They took the kids to 
their grandmother for the weekend and went home to do the job. After 
a wonderful dinner with wine they headed for the bedroom. As she 
prepared her surgical tray Bob applied a depilatory cream to his 
pubic hair and after the prescribed waiting time, took a shower and 
washed away all of the hair. Linda was surprised at how calm he was. 
She really expected him to back out at the last minute. Instead he 
went in and lay down on the bed. Linda positioned him near the end of 
the bed so she could work from her knees on the floor. Then she asked 
if he was sure, to which he only answered “yes”.



She filled the hypodermic with xylocaine. Bob felt a sharp pain as 
she made several injections in his scrotum. When she was done they 
waited for the anesthetic to take effect. Linda kept pinching his 
sack and asking if he felt that, when he finally answered “no” she 
said it was time and made the incision into the left side of his 
scrotum. The xylocaine had done its job, he felt nothing. She pulled 
the left testicle out, and he could feel that. It didn’t actually 
hurt, it just felt strange. She gave him a shot in the cord and 
waited for it to become numb. Then applying the forceps to the numbed 
area of the cord, she asked, “Are you ready?”



At this point Linda wasn’t sure if she could do it. But remembering 
how she felt when she found out about the cheating, she knew she 
could. 



Bob said “yes”. Bob could see a certain gleeful look in her eyes as 
she cut it off with a scalpel. Linda felt like cheering when she 
sliced off the little devil, but she knew that wouldn’t be right. But 
there was no mistaking that she actually enjoyed it and the thought 
that now he would be true to her forever.



It was done. She placed it in a bowl and picked up a hot soldering 
iron and cauterized the cord. It smelled awful, but was necessary.  
She cleaned the blood and sewed up the wound. Bob put on a jock strap 
that was padded with bandages to absorb any bleeding.



They went into the kitchen to have more light to examine the excised 
testicle. It was pink after washing it and she asked what they should 
do with it. For some reason, the thought of prairie oysters came to 
mind. Perhaps it was just the unreality of it all, but Bob found 
himself saying “It’s mine and I’m going to eat it.”



Linda first thought that this was sick, but quickly recalled what she 
had just done, and suddenly it didn’t seem any stranger, so she 
suggested removing the tough outer layer and just eating the tender 
inside. He sautéed it in butter and garlic and ate it! “What’s it 
like?” she asked, curiosity getting the better of her. “It doesn’t 
taste like anything I have ever had before, but it’s good.”



Then before the anesthetic wore off they retired to the bedroom for 
some careful but plentiful hot sex. When Bob came, it was 
magnificent. For Linda too, the sex was fantastic.  Just knowing her 
man had just made a great sacrifice for her and she herself “clipping 
his wings” made it so much better.



Afterward she changed the bandage again and they went to sleep 
holding each other. On Monday, Bob called in sick. He was a little 
sore but nothing terribly bad. Tuesday he was back at work and moved 
slowly for awhile but the healing progressed and the stitches were 
removed in about 10 days. Linda wasn’t worried about the procedure, 
she knew everything would heal. But she wondered about his mental 
outlook, but he seemed fine.



This would have been a terrific end to the story, but about a year 
later Bob had returned to his philandering ways. Perhaps it was the 
renewed freedom of a whole new and higher level of trust Linda now 
had in him. Perhaps it was the fact that the brain really is the 
largest sex organ in the body. Maybe it was the novelty women found 
in having sex with a man with only one testicle.



The odds would have been against one of his affairs calling again, 
but this time Bob’s conscience got to him and he confessed to Linda 
and again promised never to do it again. If you could say Linda had 
been hurt and angry before, words paled to describe her feelings this 
time. She thought this had been taken care of and now it had started 
all over again. She wouldn’t stand for it, and would settle for no 
less than total castration. She even thought of cutting his cock off, 
and might have if she had known how. And this time she knew she would 
enjoy the procedure. Linda told Bob that only finishing the job they 
had started before would make her able to believe him.



Bob thought about it for a few days. The same motivations were there 
as the first time. He really loved her and his family and didn’t want 
to lose them, if this is what it would take, then that is what it 
would take. The guilt that prompted him to confess also propelled him 
to accept this ultimate consequence as well. At some level he must 
have known this would be her reaction and demand. By confessing was 
he honoring some unacknowledged inner urge? Or was it just that this 
was the only currency to “buy off” the guilt? Afterall, the “rate of 
exchange” had been set a year ago. However it sorted out at the deep 
subconscious levels, he finally told her she was right and “lets get 
it done”.



They gathered the equipment the same way as before, and once again 
sent the kids to grandmother’s for the weekend. But it was different 
this time, this was final. It seemed so surreal. Bob wanted to have 
sex before the castration was complete, but Linda said absolutely 
not! She was still mad as Hell. She said, “If you’re good, I might 
let you masturbate afterward”. He had made her suffer twice and she 
wasn’t going to make this easy for him. This time she had no doubts 
about her ability to go through with it. She was ready and knew she 
was really going to enjoy this.



She injected the right side of the scrotum and like the first time 
incised and pulled out the “last of the Mohicans”. She injected the 
cord and waited for the feeling to stop. She applied the forceps and 
asked coolly “Are you ready?” He said, “Yes, but I want to cut it 
off.” Linda was perfectly willing and able to make the cut. She had 
thought that she might hear years of “why did you do this to me”, but 
in her anger she didn’t care, thought she could dismiss it. Bob’s 
offer to make the final cut himself was a Godsend. In all likelihood 
Linda would have left him if she had heard that too often. This was 
Bob’s thought as well, and in an act of pure love, he moved the 
situation forward in a way that would avoid being able to hurl that 
accusation at her later. She respected him for that.



So as she held the forceps and his testicle, he held a sterilized 
pair of scissors which she guided to the right place. “Whenever you 
are ready,” she said. Bob felt motionless for quite awhile, then 
gritting his teeth he cut it off. When Linda realized he had cut it 
off, she was ecstatic. She knew he would never again stray, but she 
belatedly wondered what would she do should she feel the need for 
sex. The anger had completely kept this from her mind until the 
cutting of the cord allowed it to release. She began to wonder what 
he would do to her if she fooled around and he found out. But then 
she remembered that he owed her a few, and anyway she had no balls to 
cut off!



She cauterized the cord, cleaned him up and sewed up his now empty 
sac. It didn’t dawn on him then that he was a eunuch, but it came to 
him later.



Linda had planned a treat for this last testicle. She had gotten some 
clear acrylic stuff and was going to encase it and make it a 
paperweight. His testicle would remain intact for viewing forever. 
Linda wanted Bob to remember this night and planned this surprise so 
he could see his testicle whenever he wanted, but he just couldn’t 
use it!



Linda was so impressed with his offer to do himself, that she 
apparently felt he had been “very good”, so they returned to the 
bedroom and had fantastic sex.



Bob turned out  to be pretty much functional, but never dared to 
sleep with another woman. Linda joked about what would be next if he 
ever screwed anyone else again. She still says she was joking, but 
he’s not certain. Also the thought of another woman discovering he 
had no nuts was pretty much of a deterrent in itself. Somehow it was 
different than just having one. For the first time Linda really felt 
comfortable and was sure Bob would be her’s forever and if not she 
knew what was coming off next!



That was about 6 years ago. They are very happy together and get 
along well. They also enjoy a wild sexual fling about once a month. 
Bob takes care of her very well and knows all the tricks to make her 
feel fantastic, but no longer can keep it up to climax inside her. 
But she gets enough and if he really does a good job, she’ll give him 
a hand job and sometimes for a real treat a blowjob! He says he can 
achieve an erection when aroused and usually masturbate to orgasm on 
a weekly basis. Linda doesn’t care if Bob masturbates. He has become 
a wonderful husband, lover and father but it may take her sometime to 
get used to calling him “my eunuch.”