Tonight Is The Night

After waiting a long time for it, he finally gets his wish.

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                    Tonight Is The Night


            Yes, tonight is the night we are going to do "it".  And 
what is "it".  "It" is something I've dreamed and fantasized about 
for years.  Tonight I'm going to be castrated and have a penectomy. 
 In plain English that means I'm going to have my balls and cock cut 
off.  A few years ago this would have meant I would probably have 
bled to death.  But today with all the ways to stop the bleeding, 
its as easy as falling off a log.  
	And being on the internet has helped a lot as I've been able 
to read about and talk to guys who have had it done.  Its actually 
so easy. one can do it to themselves if they want.  And I had 
thought of doing just that, but my best friend, Phil, heard I wanted 
to do this and he said he would love to do it for me.  Of course I 
gladly accepted his offer.  That way I knew I would not chicken out 
at the last minute. Another good thing about Phil is that he's 
taking medical training at the local college and has had some 
medical experience so he knows how to make everything go perfect and 
can move my piss hole down closer to my asshole when we're through 
cutting things off.  Then after he stitches me up and we are through 
we'll go out to the kitchen and cooked up a very special dinner.  
Namely my balls and my cock.  I've always wondered what I tasted 
like, tonight I'll find out.
	Phil is due here in about a half hour and he's bringing all 
the tools that will be needed to do me.  They include an elastrator 
and bands, 3 or 4 scalpels, a catheter, some betazine.  To be ready 
when he gets here I've shaved my crotch clean, taken a shower and 
laid out the bathroom where we're going to do the job. From what 
I've been told there won't be very much blood, only what's in my 
dick and my scrotum and balls.  The elastrator bands will keep me 
from bleeding after I've been cut.  I've also decided that I am not 
going to take any pain killers or do anything to deaden the feeling 
in my crotch area.  I want to feel every cut that is done to me.
	I'm leaving one thing to the last minute, and that's my last 
time to cum.  I'm hoping Phil will suck me off and enjoy watching me 
cum for my last time.  I can tell you for sure that it will be a 
huge load as I'm so turned on, knowing I'm about to lose my 
genitals, that my balls ache.
	Well here's Phil now, and he has all the tools that we will 
need.  We take them into the bathroom and lay them out on the table 
I set up.  I'm already naked and have a raging hard on, knowing 
what's going to happen to me very shortly.
	Phil is now stripping off his clothes and boy he has a boner 
between his legs too.  As we are standing beside each other I 
reached over and started to stroke his dick while he starts to 
stroke mine.  I can tell you right now I'm going to shoot my last 
load of cum real quick as I can feel it boiling up in my balls right 
now.  Oh Oh here it comes.  Cum starts shooting out of my dick and 
goes at least 6 ft, in 5 big squirts.  That's the most and the 
farthest I've ever shot.  And this is most likely the hornest I've 
ever been, knowing that I'm about to lose my cock and balls.  A 
couple more strokes on Phil dick and he explodes with a big gush of 
cum.  With my last load of cum now out of me I have this sudden need 
to piss and I realize that it will be my last time through my dick. 
 Being we're in the bathroom I turned to the toilet, aimed my cock 
and let fly a heavy stream of hot piss.  Its a funny feeling knowing 
that it was the last time I would piss through my cock.
           Now that we've both cum we can get down to the work at 
hand, cutting off my manhood. The first thing we have to do is put 
the elastrator bands around the neck of my ball sack and around the 
base of my cock.  The idea of the bands are not to cut things off, 
but to stop the bleeding when my meat is cut.  Although if I left 
the bands on my balls long enough, say two hours, they would be dead 
anyway.  But we're not going to wait for them to die.  We're going 
to cut them off and kill them that way.
	Phil has the band on the elastrator tool.  As I hold up my 
still hard cock,  Phil slips my balls and sack through the band then 
pulls down on them as he slips the band up as far he can on my ball 
sack.  Having done that he releases the tool and the band clamps 
down on my balls and sack.  Its the wildest feeling I've ever had.  
The squeezing of the tubes hurts just a little, but who cares as I'm 
sure its going to hurt more than that before we're through tonight. 
 The next step is to wait a few minutes to let the band deaden the 
feeling in my balls.  As we sit here waiting for my balls to start 
to die, Phil explains in better detail what he's going to do to me. 
 First to go will be my balls and sack which really won't take that 
long to do and won't bleed very much as the band will stop most of 
the bleeding.  It's the cock that's going to be more involved and 
will take longer to do.  Of course it will be more messy.  But hey, 
what's a little blood among friends.  I can spare some.
	Well it's time to get into position for my castration.  As I 
said earlier, we are going to do it in the bathroom, where the floor 
is covered with plastic, so I won't bleed all over everything. As I 
sit down on the floor and spread my legs Phil picks up the rope that 
is there and ties it around one ankle then ties it to a water pipe. 
 He then takes the other rope and ties it around my other ankle and 
ties it to the water pipe on the other side of the bathroom.  That 
way when he starts cutting and maybe hits a nerve I won't be able to 
jerk my legs together.  And because I'm not using any pain killers, 
I will feel the knife cutting my flesh.  
	The moment of truth has arrived and the time has come to 
start my castration.  My balls are starting to ache and my sack is 
turning purple which is a sure sign they are starting to die.  Phil 
takes hold of my ball sack with one hand and picks up the scalpel 
with the other.  As he pulls the sack and balls away from my crotch 
he brings the scalpel up underneath, ready to make the first cut. He 
is first going to cut off the sack and leave my balls still attached 
by the tubes.  He looks at me, I look at him and shake my head yes. 
 With that he brings the scalpel across my ball sack and cuts just 
deep enough to just cut the sack.  There's really not much pain, 
mostly just a stinging feeling, as he continues to cut completely 
around my sack, up underneath my cock, then down the other side of 
the sack back to where he started.  Having done that he pulls the 
sack away from my body and my balls fall out and hang from their 
tubes.  There is very little bleeding and even less pain than I had 
expected, which is great.  Phil hands me my removed sack and I 
eagerly accept.  Its still warm and I quickly put it in my mouth as 
I've always wondered what it tasted like.  It's a little salty 
(sweat) and kinda spongy feeling.  It's a wild feeling having your 
own detached ball sack in your mouth.  Wild, wild, wild.
	But its time to continue, because there are a few more 
things to remove.  Phil tells me to grab one of my balls that are 
hanging down and pull it as far away from my crotch as I can.  That 
way I'm pulling as much of the tube as possible out from inside of 
me.  There is almost a foot of tube before it stops.  He quickly 
ties off the tube, grabs the scalpel and with one quick slice cuts 
off my left ball and drops it into a metal bowl we have especially 
for this purpose.  There is a sharp stab of pain and its over and my 
ball is gone.  One down and one to go.  Without any delay I grab my 
other ball, pull it away from my crotch like the first.  This tube 
is longer than the first, probably 18 inches.  Phil ties off this 
one like the other and takes the scalpel and slices off my right 
ball and drops it into the bowl.  Another sharp stab of pain and its 
over.  I'm CASTRATED.  The tubes have both popped up inside of me 
and will heal up as I have no use for them.  And I've only lost 
about a tablespoonful of blood, not including what's in my balls.
	Now it's cock time. And my cock is as hard as ever, just 
waiting for the knife to slice it from my crotch.  The first thing 
Phil is going to do is to skin the cock.  That way he can put the 
elastrator band on the real meat of my cock instead of over the 
skin.  And that's because there is about 1 ½" of cock meat up in my 
belly that needs to be cut off.  By doing that there won't be any 
stub left of my cock when we're done. And my crotch will be nice 'n 
smooth except for my pee hole.
	Well the moment of truth is at hand.  After all these years, 
the time has finally come for the removal of my cock.  And I'm ready 
and so is my cock.  The first thing we have to do is stick a 
catheter up my cock into my bladder so that he can keep my pee hole 
open after my cock is gone.  Because my cock is hard there's not 
much of a problem and Phil shoves the catheter into the pee hole in 
the end of  my cock using just the natural lube that my cock is 
producing.  I can feel it slip up into me and pop into my bladder. 
What little piss that's still in me drains out into the toilet.   
	The first cut of the skin is going to be from base to the 
head on the top, then around the base of the head.  Then he'll pull 
the skin down from my cock and using the scalpel he'll cut off the 
skin about 2" from my crotch.  He's leaving 2" of skin so that he 
can cover the opening where my cock once was when we're done.  
Because there is no elastrator band on my cock yet, I'm sure I'll 
really feel the scalpel cutting the skin.  Well here we go.  Phil 
has my cock in one hand and the scalpel in the other.  He places the 
tip of the blade at the base of my cock right at my belly.  With a 
quick poke of the blade he's into the skin.  It feels like a prick 
of a needle as a little spot of blood appears.  As he brings the 
scalpel toward the head of my cock, I watch a small red line of 
blood appear and the skin parting.  There's very little pain, more 
of a burning feeling, as he parts the skin all the way to the head. 
 A little blood is dripping now but nothing major.  Next he brings 
the scalpel all the way around my cock head, cutting the skin loose 
from my cock.  He grabs the loose skin from under my cock and pulls 
it down away from my now skinned cock.  With a quick slice with the 
scalpel he removes my cock skin about 2" from my crotch.  This is 
also dropped into the bowl with my balls.  I'm bleeding from the 
cuts but still nothing major and the only pain I'm feeling is the 
same burning sensation as before, which I can handle quite well.
	My cock now is skinned and for the first time I can say I'm 
seeing the real meat of my cock.  Phil has the elastrator tool in 
his hand and is putting a band on it so he can put it around the 
base of my cock.  My cock it still as hard as a rock even through 
all the cutting.  Phil slips the tool and band over the hard cock, 
pushes it all the way to the bottom while at the same time he's 
pulling my cock away for my crotch as far as possible.  This way 
he'll do away with any chance of having a stump of cock left after 
I'm cut.  He releases the band and it snaps in place around the meat 
of my soon to be dead and gone cock.  There's no pain just a tight 
squeezing feeling at the base of my cock.  He slips a second band on 
the tool then slides that one down on my cock to about a 1/4" from 
the other one.  He'll make the cut between the two bands.  That way 
when he cuts off the cock, the blood will stay in the cock and I 
won't bleed much from where my cock had been.  We'll let the bands 
do their job for a few minutes before we start the actual cock 
removal.
	We only waited a couple of minutes, as I do really want to 
feel the scalpel cutting my meat.  As soon as he cuts off my cock 
he'll tie off the 2 veins and 2 arteries that were attached to my 
cock and that will stop any chance of major bleeding.
	The time has finally arrived.  My cock bobs up and down as 
if getting its last look at the world before it meets its demise.  
Phil takes my cock in his left hand, and the scalpel in his right.  
He places the blade on the top of my cock between the two bands.  He 
looks at me, and I look at him and nod for him to go ahead and do 
it.  With that he pushes down on the scalpel, pulls it across the 
cock and the meat starts to part.  There is a slight line of blood 
at the cut but that is expected as there is loose blood between the 
two bands.  As he continues to slice across my meat I watch it 
slowly separates from my body.  As he cuts to the catheter he stops, 
then places the blade at the bottom of the cock and starts to cut 
upward.  It doesn't take much cutting and he's at the catheter 
again.  Two quick cuts on each side of my cock and it's severed   
There is not too much pain, but more than I've had before. But then 
he's cutting real live meat, not just skin or tubes.  He slides the 
cock off the catheter, and drops it into the bowl with the balls and 
cock skin.  I'm officially a male without sex organs.  
	Now the only remaining thing we have to do, before we have 
our special dinner, is to finish up my crotch.  Phil quickly ties 
off the veins and arteries, then removes the elastrator band.  There 
is a short gush of blood then it stops.  He then takes the scalpel 
and makes a cross cut in my crotch about 1 ½" above my anus.  This 
is where he's going to relocate my pee hole so I can sit down to 
piss. He brings my urethra down to the opening  and sews it in 
place.  Then he takes the flap of skin he saved from my cock, 
stretches it over the opening in my crotch, and sews it in place.  
Well we've done it.  I now have a smooth crotch, no balls and no 
cock.  My dream has been fulfilled, I have been nullified.
	  Phil reaches for a wash cloth and soap, wets it, then 
proceeds to clean up my crotch.  He washes off what little blood 
there is, then covers me with antiseptic and then a sterile bandage. 
 The area between my legs hurts but that's to be expected.. What's 
surprising is it's far less painful than I had expected, but I'm not 
complaining.    We will have a very special dinner, consisting of a 
cock and 2 balls.  All of them mine.
	Phil pulls out the cutting board so he can get the cock and 
balls ready for frying.  He lays the cock on the board and proceeds 
to cut it in half lengthwise, then does the same to each ball.
	By the time he has things ready to cook, I have the frying 
pan heated and ready to start cooking.  I put a little bit of olive 
oil in the pan and Phil drops all the pieces of my  removed manhood 
in the pan.  I let them cook for about 5 minutes, turning everything 
once.  When they're done I put half of the cock and two ball halves 
on each plate.  
	We sit down at the table, I pick up my knife and fork and 
proceed to slice off a piece of the glans of my cock and put it into 
my mouth.   Umm.   Then a slice of one of my balls.  Guess what?   I 
taste like chicken.  Now it's Phil's turn.  He stabs the other half 
of my cock with the fork, slices off a piece and puts it in his 
mouth.  He chews it slowly for a few seconds then swallows it.  He 
looks at me and says "You're right, you do taste like chicken.  I 
wonder what I would taste like?"  "Maybe we'll have to find out 
someday soon".   Aha the makings of another story.