Losing My Balls (Revised Story)

Keeping love alive after the family is done.
(I made minor revisions to correct errors)

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My wife (Janie) and I have been married 18 years have three kids and 
an active sex life.  About five years ago, I had a vasectomy to make 
sure we didn't get any unwanted surprises.  When I had it done, 
Janie accompanied me because she said she wanted to see me in 
doctor's stirrups for a change.  The procedure was painless and the 
doctor did a great job.

As our kids have gotten older, our sex life has gotten better, and 
we have shared many fantasies.  Once I mentioned that I like to wear 
her panties as we are about the same hip size.  At the time she 
didn't know that I would do this as I never told her about it.  I 
was embarrassed but she thought it was a turn on.  Now only she buys 
panties and we share them.  I occasionally model for her and she 
always gets turned on and our sex is even better when I wear her 
panties. She keeps teasing me that they would fit me much better if 
I didn't have all that "extra equipment" in the way of my crotch 
area.  

About a year ago, I casually mentioned awhile back that I could lose 
some of the equipment if I had my balls removed.  We both laughed 
and I took my balls, tucked them into my abdomen, and pulled my 
scrotum from behind making it look like I was "ball-less."  To my 
surprise, she got really turned on by this and dropped down and gave 
me the most intense blowjob I ever had.  Afterward, we made love 
several times.  After that incident we didn't mention it again-until 
several months later. 

I guess that experience was on both our minds nearly every day 
though.  I kept thinking that it would be neat to be fully neutered 
partly because it would reduce my possibility of having future 
prostate problems which tend to run in my family, but also because 
it is a fantasy I have had for nearly our entire married lives.  Out 
of the blue one evening, after the kids went to bed, Janie asked me 
again what I thought about getting my balls removed.  We discussed 
it at length, and I told her my true feelings and willingness to do 
it for her if she wanted me to.  We both got turned on by the 
thought and made mad passionate love throughout the night.  The next 
day after having sex three times the night before, I still was 
aroused with the thought and decided to pursue it further.

I made an appointment with my doctor and discussed my family history 
of prostate problems with him, and whether a "prophylactic bilateral 
orchiectomy"
as doc called it-I called it getting castrated--would 
help reduce such problems.  He gave me a full overview of pros and 
cons of such surgery.  One issue was a non-issue; I was already 
shooting blanks from my vasectomy.  Janie was with me in his office 
and I told him we had been discussing this for some time and that 
she was in favor of it.  He gave us more printed material to read 
but said the choice was largely up to me.  In light of the potential 
benefits, I had actually made up my mind to go through with it and 
get castrated!

Janie and I talked about my decision extensively over the next two 
weeks.  As we did, my resolve to have my balls removed grew, and I 
knew it would be best for me.  What's more, I also got turned on by 
the notion of how I'd look with no balls or scrotum hanging down 
between my legs.  The doctor also mentioned that as a result of 
diminished testosterone levels, my penis might become slightly 
smaller.  For me that was significant because I have a very small 
dick-only 2.5 inches limp and 5.5  inches with a hard-on.  Janie 
thought I'd be cuter too with a smaller dick.  We decided to go for 
it and I'd make an appointment the next day.

Doc and I scheduled my outpatient surgery for the following week.  
The night before, Janie and I went out for an early dinner to 
commemorate the occasion.  We returned early and she shaved off my 
pubic hair and my balls.  Then I shaved her too "for sympathy!"  We 
talked about the "big" change I was going to undergo.  We both got 
so horny we fucked several times that night.  The next morning she 
presented me with a very sexy pair of panties for me to wear to the 
doctor's office.  She chose to wear a skirt and blouse but no 
panties herself.

We arrived at the doctor's office at 8:00 a.m. and surgery was 
scheduled for 8:30.  Janie was excited as I was and she accompanied 
me into the doctor's office to observe and assist with the surgery. 
 We had made arrangements for her to help.  I went to the surgery 
room of  Doc's office while he and Janie went to another room to 
prep for my castration.  I stripped, put on the gown, and climbed on 
the table and waited.

Doc and Janie entered the room and set up his equipment.  We told 
him we wanted him to remove my scrotum as I did not want to have any 
prosthetic implants.  He asked if I was sure about this and Janie 
and I assured him we had discussed this and were sure about it.  
Satisfied with our response, he asked if I wanted to watch the 
procedure.  I did!  The only part I chose not to watch was when he 
gave me the Novocain shots.  

Soon I was numbed up and Doc began his work.  He taped my penis up 
out of the way so he had better access.  Janie asked Doc if he 
thought I had a small dick.  Her question caught both of us by 
surprise and we laughed.  Doc said it was in fact a little on the 
short side, but was obviously quite functional.  Janie agreed it 
sure is!!  After Janie's levity, Doc went back to work.  

Because he was going to remove my scrotum he made an incision down 
the length of my scrotum (Normally the testicles are pushed up and 
out the 
inguinal area and remved).  Rather quickly he opened his incision 
and 
took one testicle from its sac.  He held it out and exposed the cord 
that attached it to my body.  He asked Janie to take the scissors 
and cut the cord.  She did, and Doc had her place it in a container 
of saline solution.  Next Doc took the cord and cut it shorter and 
slipped it back in.  In the same way he and Janie removed my other 
testicle, and Doc finished shortening the other cord and putting it 
back.  

I was slightly queasy at times watching myself getting castrated, 
but at the same time it was an intense turn on.  Janie appeared to 
be really turned on by this surgery too.  I told her that she had 
finally gotten her wish to cut my balls off in retribution for all 
the labor and childbirth  I put her through.  The look in her eye 
told me she had in fact also realized a long-time fantasy.  

Doc now turned his attention to removing my now empty bag.  He took 
my scrotal skin between his fingers and pulled it together until it 
was cinched up between his fingers.  Next he took a felt pen and 
lightly marked each side to mark where he would cut.  Then he 
released the skin.  With his scalpel, he trimmed away my scrotum 
along the marked lines.  He did this with both sides and placed my 
scrotum skin in another container of saline solution.  Finished with 
my castration, he began to suture the two sides together.  As he 
did, he let Janie help tie off each stitch.  It took 15 stitches to 
close off my surgical wound, and soon he was finished with his work. 
 Finally, he gave me an antibiotic shot, cleaned me up, and bandaged 
the incision.  Then he told me I was free to get dressed and he'd 
return soon to discuss post operative care.

I looked over and saw my balls in the jar.  They looked smallish (I 
really did have small balls too to match my small dick!), and were 
grayish blue in color.  My scrotum looked really small too as it lay 
in the jar of saline.  It was such a turn on to know that I was now 
a eunuch, a ball-less wonder, a toy for my wife!  I called Janie 
over and we kissed deeply.  She told me how intensely erotic the 
experience was and that it made her very wet.  She lifted her skirt 
to reveal that indeed her love juices were flowing down her thighs. 
 She said it looked like I had come on her and we laughed at the 
thought.  She cleaned herself up.

I dressed carefully and my sexy panties looked oddly more stuffed as 
I pulled them over my bandages.  I finished dressing and noticed 
that feeling was beginning to return to my genital area.

Doc returned in awhile and told us how to take care of the incision. 
 Then he asked if we'd like to keep my balls and scrotum as a 
souvenir.  Janie stated that she'd love them.  Doc gave them to her 
and soon we were on our way home.

Two weeks later I returned to Doc's office and had the stitches 
removed.  The incision healed quickly and I was surprised at just 
how little pain I experienced after having my balls removed.  Doc 
asked some questions and said we could resume sex whenever we felt 
ready.

I returned home and for the first time in two weeks, was able to go 
without bandages.  I stripped naked and stood in front of our 
full-length mirror admiring my "new" look.  Janie came in and gasped 
in approval at how great I now looked.  I told her that Doc had 
given the approval for us to have sex again if I was ready.  She 
asked with a gleam in her eye if I was.  I told her I was and she 
told me to lie on the bed for a minute and close my eyes.  I did as 
commanded and could hear her by our dresser.  Soon she came to me 
and told me to open my eyes.  When I did, she asked if I noticed 
anything different.  I noticed that she had an odd looking pair of 
earrings on.  I asked about them.  She smiled and said that she had 
taken my balls, had them dehydrated, encased in plastic, and made 
into earrings.  I was turned on by her now wearing my balls as a 
trophy.  
Then I asked what she did with my scrotum.  She pointed to a small 
brass candleholder on the dresser.  Beneath it was a coaster; it was 
my scrotum!  She had taken it to a specialist she found on the 
Internet and had it tanned and turned into a coaster.

I clearly was ready for sex as I had gotten a raging hard-on.  Janie 
wasted no time in moving to my crotch which she gently rubbed and 
marveled at my smooth look.  She gave me a great head job and soon 
climbed on my "mighty" 5.5 inches and rode me until I came like I 
hadn't in years-all the while, my balls swung from her ears!

Postscript

It's been several months now since I lost my balls, and I have 
noticed that my limp dick is indeed a little shorter.  My sex drive 
is still intact, but Doc says my testosterone levels have 
dropped significantly and I have started using a testerone patch 
as replacement therapy.  Janie and I tossed out all her old panties 
and we went on a buying spree together.  I do look much better 
wearing her panties now and I love the sense of having no balls or 
scrotum between my legs. Janie has even told me she'd like to show
me to her friends to see their reactions, but that's another story.
Janie has worn her "trophies" out on several occasions.  When 
asked what they are, we simply smile and tell our 
friends they're just the family jewels!