Chris pt. 2

The second part of Chris since the autosubmission cut it off (so to 
speak).

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	"After they're nutted, they, without exception, eventually 
want something else cut off, assuming they don't lose it all at once, 
which is the most common way.  Their cocks are a convenient target."

	"So...um...when will you do mine?"

	He paused.  "Soon.  I'm making certain arrangements for it."  
He pulled off his codpiece, letting his half-hard cock finish filling 
up.  "But now I need to relax."  He lay back on the couch and I went 
to work.



	Over the next month or so I found that Chris had four regular 
'sessions.'  The john always came but he never did, although 
afterward he always wanted me to deal with his horniness.  He enjoyed 
showing me off to them but never again made me do anything with one 
of them, and he said that with me just in the room it seemed to 
heighten their experience.  He gave me about 10 bucks per session 
'for if he lets me out sometime.'  I kept them in a rubber band 
tucked behind some books on Chris' shelf.

	During the sessions I sometimes got a little woody again, and 
was beginning to enjoy them and even look forward to them when people 
came over.  The weird thing was, until the john showed up I could 
care less about getting off, but as soon as he was tied down I wanted 
to cum, such as I could.  I tried jacking off a little, and that did 
serve to get me harder, but I still had a really hard time cumming 
without some anal stimulation.  Fingering myself was always 
impractical, so unless Chris decided to help out then I was out of 
luck.

	He did help a few times, after exceedingly long sessions or a 
good day at work he'd want to fuck me instead of being sucked off.  
Blowjobs remained his favorite, however, and he seemed to like the 
ones I gave.

	Chris opened up a little more, too, talking on his own.  I 
don't think he was used to having somebody else around all the time, 
so I tried to stay out of his way.  At dinner he talked some, and I 
even got him to tell me stuff about himself.  

	"So why do you get off on castrating guys, anyway?"

	"When I was about 12 I played soccer.  My best friend played 
goalie, and during a practice game I was trying to score.  He slid on 
his knees to come up to the ball and I tried to lob it over his 
head.  I screwed up and ended up shoving my cleats into his groin.  I 
crushed a testicle and tore off part of his cockhead."

	"Ouch."

	"Yeah.  He bled a lot.  They took him to the hospital and 
removed his left nut.  They managed to repair most of the damage to 
his cock, but it was smaller and looked weird.  They said his other 
nut wasn't working quite right so put him on hormones for it.

	"He forgave me after a few weeks and we went back to being 
friends, but he was always a little weird.  About two years later we 
started jacking off together watching pornos.  I noticed that most of 
the time he was looking at me instead of the TV, and asked him why.  
He said that he was jealous of my cock because it was so much bigger 
than his.  His could only get about four long, and I went through 
puberty really early, so mine was already about as big as it is now.

	"He wanted to touch it, so I let him.  One thing led to 
another, and pretty soon he was sucking on it.  As the weeks passed, 
I tried fucking him, which he loved more than anything.  Sometime 
during all this, he stopped taking the hormones.  I didn't find out 
until I saw that he wasn't getting a woody at all.  I asked him why 
and he told me he didn't like them.

	"As we talked I got him to confess that he didn't like his 
balls or his cock.  My dad was a vet, so he asked me if I could 
figure out a way to remove them.  I was totally turned on by this but 
reluctant to do it.  He said to me that I owed him since I was the 
one that fucked him up to start with, and he got me to do it.

	"So, one night, I cut into his scrotum and took out his other 
nut, which was all shriveled.  I sewed his sac back up and we let 
that heal to see what it would do.  I followed the instuctions in 
this endocrinology book I'd found and it worked out okay.  Doing his 
cock would be a lot harder, I knew, so I practiced on three or four 
cats first."

	"Cats?"

	"I figured if I killed them it was better than killing Doug.  
Anyway, after I had it down on a cat, we tried it on him.  I got his 
cock off and managed even a new place for him to piss from, but had 
some problems getting him sutured back up.  Doug passed out from 
blood loss but I managed to get him repaired and thought I'd done it 
right.

	"He woke up okay the next day and faked sick for a few days.  
After four or so he said his groin hurt really bad, so we drove to a 
hospital about sixty miles away and checked him in under a fake name, 
listing his injury as 'self-inflicted.'  His parents found out anyway 
but kept it all hush-hush and never knew that I was the one that had 
actually done it.  Doug ended up okay and left for college a few 
years later.

	"The second one was this football jock that had been pissing 
me off since third grade.  He finally date-raped this girl I was good 
friends with.  I got so pissed off that I took Doug and another guy 
we knew, tied him down, and removed his whole package.  I didn't 
really want to kill him, and learned from Doug, so managed to do it 
right, except I aimed his pisshole up so it just dribbled everywhere 
when he tried to piss.  That guy dropped out of school; last I heard 
he was working at a grocery store or something.  He never found out 
it was me but I think he suspected.

	"Anyway, the both of those got me off hardcore.  I got 
started on this when the guy that had helped us with football jock 
was helping me out in college by posing nude.  We got to talking, and 
he brought up that ever since he'd watched me slide the guy's cock 
off his body he had had a fantasy where I was doing it to him.  One 
night I agreed to do it.  He's the one all the way nearest the door."



	After a month Chris finally announced to me that it was 
time.  He asked me if I wanted to cum again before it came off, since 
"it's highly unlikely you ever will again after it's gone, ass or 
no."  I told him no.

	He tied me down on the bench, face up this time, and stuck me 
with anesthetics.  While they took effect, he got all manner of other 
things and set them on the bench.  I hadn't seen all of them before, 
like a clear plastic tube.  When I was numb, he stuck me with 
something else, and my cock began to grow.  "This will get you 
erect.  It's better if you are."  Next he put the tube over my cock 
and sealed it at the skin with some slimy goo.  It had a bulb on the 
end which he placed in my hand and told me to pump it until I 
couldn't anymore.  I did so, sucking the air out of the tube and 
causing my cock to grow bigger and bigger, way larger than it had 
ever been before - a good 8 inches or so long.  I couldn't feel 
anything at all, though.  Once it was full, he started the cuts.

	Chris made a v-shaped incision, working around the tube.  I 
couldn't see well what he was doing as every time I lifted my head he 
said it made muscles tighten that needed to be limp.  I could feel 
some dull pain and a lot of tugging for a good twenty minutes, then 
could only watch as he lifted the tube off, a good four inches of 
bloody stump coming after.  Chris released an arm and told me to hold 
a compress over the wound; he'd be back very soon.  He went behind me 
and came back about two minutes later, without my cock.  "Are you 
okay so far?" he asked me.  I nodded affirmative.

	He put my arm back in the strap and began to close the 
wound.  I felt a strong prick as he made me a new pisshole, and very 
tight when he finally stitched up my groin.  After washing it he let 
me take a look before he disinfected and bandaged me up.  It looked 
pretty gross, really - stitches like insects on either side of a dark 
crimson v, and a plastic tube hanging out of the hole a little 
further down.  "It's best if you sleep for a day or two," Chris told 
me, and stuck me with something.



	I awoke sometime later, sweaty but warm, still strapped down 
to the table.  I was groggy as hell and my groin hurt like a 
motherfucker.  I lay back and tried not to think about it.  Chris 
came in a bit later to check up on me.  "How are you doing?"

	"Okay."  My voice sounded scratchy and hoarse.  "Can I have 
some water?"

	"Yeah."  He got some in a sport bottle and helped me drink 
about three liters worth.  "You need to stay still for about two more 
days, then I can move you to the couch."  I groaned.  The next two 
days passed either quickly (if I was asleep, which was most of the 
time) or painfully slowly (when I woke up).  Chris moved me very 
slowly, upright but insisting that I not move my legs.  We got to the 
couch and I collapsed upon it.

	For the next three days I watched way more TV than I had in 
months, amazed at the crap they put on it.  The painkillers I was 
taking helped, at least.  After three I could walk slowly, and after 
a full week I could walk without too much pain as long as I went 
slowly.



	Life without a penis was less different that I thought it 
would be.  Really, losing my testicles was a much bigger step 
considering what little good my cock had been without them.  Once the 
bruising had turned from a very nasty black to a light yellow color, 
most of the pain was gone - I was just really sore.  Chris had me 
working out again since the month or so of inactivity had started to 
let my shape go, and he worked me pretty hard.

	I really liked not having my penis attached anymore.  It was 
a liberating feeling, just being nice and smooth.  I could still piss 
okay but usually sat just to avoid aiming problems, and when I lay in 
bed at night I would often just rub the spot.  My sex drive was 
absolutely zero.  I sucked Chris off whenever he wanted it just 
because he wanted it, and I did enjoy doing it.  I had worried that 
it would become a sort of chore, but it stayed fun.

	Chris hadn't fucked me since, but finally started again one 
evening.  He was giving me a spot on the bench press, and when I had 
nearly finished all the sets of it I was just doing a cooldown set.  
I didn't really need a spot for that, and didn't notice him dropping 
his jock (all he wore during out workouts) in front of me.  Around 
rep number three I felt the head of his penis probing around my ass, 
and I quickly finished the rest of them.  

	His erection was tight enough to show all the veins in his 
cock, every one of which I knew now by heart.  I got on my knees, 
expecting him to want me to blow him, but today he wanted me on my 
stomach.  He bent me over the weight bench and went at me more 
savagely than he had since the first time we'd fucked.  It hurt a 
little with no lube, but we were sweaty enough that I managed okay, 
and once he got going it was fine.

	My nipples were rubbing against the vinyl of the bench seat 
and getting raw, but it was a good feeling.  When Chris hit my 
prostate I could still feel it, even though I knew it was supposed to 
be shriveled from the lack of testosterone.  The waves of pleasure 
went through me, and although at the time I didn't really realize it, 
I'd just had an orgasm.  Chris blew his load as well, and just 
collapsed on me, his cock in my ass, leaning over my back.  We stayed 
there for a minute or two, him just hugging me until his cock feel 
out, softened.

	We hopped in the shower, where Chris had me scrub him down.  
After he was clean, he told me to clean up and meet him in the trophy 
room as he had something for me.  I finished quickly; we kept my hair 
very short so all I really needed to do was rinse and let my ass 
drain out.  I dried and hurried in.

	He was still naked, and stood over by the cabinet that had my 
balls in it.  I figured he just had my cock done up to match, but as 
I approached it wasn't there.  He did have a little mahogany box on 
top of the cabinet.

	"You've noticed that your cock isn't in here."  It wasn't a 
question.  I nodded anyway.  "I had something different done with 
yours."  He handed me the box.  "Open it."

	I did.  Inside was a dark red felt mold, and lying atop it 
was my cock.  It was more erect than it had ever been while it was 
attached, and looked real, except for the plastic moulding around the 
base.  I lifted it out, and it felt very real - a little slick, but 
otherwise fine.  From the base was a strap and a plastic bit that 
curved.  I looked at Chris, a little confused.

	He told me to stand with my legs out.  The plastic bit went 
underneath my groin and held my cock firm, while the straps were like 
a jock and held it to my body.  When he had tightened it, my penis 
stuck out a good few inches, and was securely mounted.  

	Having the weight on my groin was odd, and I will admit that 
for the first time I sort of missed having it there, seeing it all 
erect but not feeling anything in it.  Chris was touching his ankles, 
inviting me in.

	I approached him nervously, like it was my first time.  I 
took hold of the sides of his buttocks and aimed the head toward him, 
guiding it slowly all the way in.  The slickness of it made lube 
seemingly unnecessary, and it slid in with little effort.  Chris 
moaned.  I pulled out a little, then pushed again.  In and out and 
in, moving steadily faster as I got used to the motions again.  He 
moaned again, and let out a little yell.  I looked down at him 
dispassionately, his head turned to one side so I could see his 
face.  His eyes were closed and his teeth grit, his hair falling down 
around his shoulders.  I felt like I wasn't really the one fucking 
him; I guess since there wasn't any feeling in 'my' penis (which I 
was increasingly having a hard time thinking of as mine).

	He came explosively, and I pulled out while he lay across the 
bench for a few more minutes and panted.  When he recovered I helped 
him up.  "That was good."  He unbuckled what was effectively a nice 
dildo and put it back in its box.  "Clean that up."  He showered 
while I licked it up.



	After that, life fell into a more natural rythym.  Once Chris 
decided that I was docile enough, I was allowed to go outside.  I 
still had to be naked inside unless it got REALLY cold.  I continued 
to assist in his sessions, and his johns really got off on having a 
real live eunuch in the room with them, especially when I mounted 
them.  Life continued happily, until we got a third, but that's a 
whole other story...



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