Melaney's Surprise

She wants him to have his balls off and over a period creates a 
castration fantasy so that he agrees. The results are what neither 
of them expected.

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Melaney's Surprise


I remember it all started on Melaney's 28th birthday. In the 
morning I gave her her present, a sapphire ring. In the afternoon 
we took our two children to the zoo which, at 6 and 4 they loved, 
and in the evening we took ourselves to the theatre to see a 
musical. That is a rare event in our lives and we both thoroughly 
enjoyed the show.

"Thank you for a lovely birthday," she said as we were going to 
bed. She kissed me lovingly. "And I got a little present for you."

She handed me a small neatly wrapped package. "It's only a nonsense 
present but I hope you like it."

There was that lovely mischievous smile on her face. Melaney has an 
impish sense of humour and can be wickedly manipulative at times. 
She loves to surprise me and jolt me out of what she calls my 'dull 
masculine complacency.'

I knew I was lucky to have her for my wife. She is attractive with 
a still slender figure, shortish auburn hair and brown eyes. We met 
at college where she needed extra coaching at math which she was 
failing. I helped her pass the course. The teacher pupil 
relationship with which we started off has long gone and now we 
just love and respect each other. Melaney confessed years later 
that she decided to marry me when I was earnestly explaining 
statistical deviations to her. Anyone who could be that serious 
about deviations had to be a good choice for a life partner. I've 
never seen the logic of that but I'm glad that she still does.

I opened the present as Melaney watched with a naughty smile. It 
was a pair of lady's panties. I must have looked as surprised and 
bemused as Melaney had wished. "Try them on and I'll explain."

They were a white satin full brief with lace trim. They fitted and 
had enough control to restrain partially the bulge that I was 
making in them.

Melaney patted the bulge. "Hmm I see we like our little present 
then."

"Thank you." I kissed her.

"Remember how you wanted to try on my panties when we were first 
married?"

"Yes and you got all upset about it. You made me feel like some 
kind of pervert."

"Well, so you are. But I've learnt something since then so now you 
are allowed to have a pair for yourself. Are they comfortable and 
do they fit ok?"

"Yeah they're fine."

"Take 'em off now. You can wear them tomorrow when you come 
shopping with me."

That night we had great sex. Melaney put it down to panty 
inspiration. "See, told you  you were a pervert. Wearing panties 
turns you on."

What could I say? She was right.

I wasn't all that keen on going shopping and I usually try to get 
out of it. However Melaney told me to put on the panties and stop 
arguing. We were definitely going shopping.

Once I was dressed she looked thoughtful and said that there was 
still something bothering her about me in panties. Something not 
quite right about it.

She referred to it several times during the course of the morning. 
She kept asking me how my panties were as we went round the aisles 
of the supermarket. I got several amused, somewhat knowing  looks 
from other shoppers who overheard her.

In the coffee shop, over a coffee to celebrate the completion of 
the shopping she said, rather too loudly, "I know what it is that's 
bothering me about you wearing  panties."

"What ?" I whispered.

"Don't worry. We can sort it out when we get home."

And that's all she would say, all the way back. Except that when we 
got home I was to do as she said.

What she said was for me to unpack the shopping and put it away in 
the fridge, freezer or wherever it had to go.

Melaney went upstairs to do something. "When you've finished come 
up to the bathroom," she called.

A few minutes later I presented myself in the bathroom.

"Strip off."

Again I got a hard on. Having your wife order you to strip off in 
the middle of the day is unorthodox enough to be a turn on. Then 
she proceeded to give me a cock and ball shave. It was a truly 
delightful experience and when she warned me not to ejaculate "or 
else" it took more self control to obey than I'd have thought 
possible. A couple of times I asked her to stop for a while.

That done, she carefully dried me off and let me into the bedroom. 
There was a kind of pleasant fresh draught around my newly shaved 
balls.

The next step was a new experience for me. Melaney carefully and 
very gently pushed my balls up into my groin.  Then she folded and 
tucked the now empty scrotum also up into my groin and pulled the 
skin at the sides of the scrotum together and stuck them with 
sticking plaster so that my balls couldn't come down again.

Obviously the point of the shave was so that the plaster could 
stick to the hairless skin.

"Does that hurt?"

"No."

"Is it comfortable?"

"Yes. It feels funny though. What's the idea of all this?"

"It's not right for a man to wear panties. They're not meant to 
have a prick and balls dangling inside them."

"So how does this make it right?"

"Now that you don't have any balls hanging down I've turned you 
into an honorary eunuch and it's ok for a eunuch to wear panties."

Being called an honorary eunuch in such a simple matter-of-fact way 
was one hell of a turn on and it took some careful tucking in to 
get my panties back on.

"One of the traditional roles of a eunuch is as a woman's  intimate 
personal servant," Melaney told me over lunch.  "Would you like to 
try that, just for fun?"

"Ok." 

She got me to run a bath, get the temperature right and put in the 
bath oil. Then I had to undress and bath her. Part of the fun was 
that I had to conduct myself with due deference to her and not to 
display any sexual desire whatsoever. That in itself was a turn on 
but I played the role and it was only that evening when I was 
allowed to revert to normal and let my balls hang down again. Of 
course we had great sex that night.

It was a fortnight later before we had another session. In bed that 
morning Melaney said that as the children were away with friends 
this would be a good day to continue my eunuch training. Would I 
like that?

"Yes."

"Good. Have your shower and I'll take off your balls."

She meant of course that she would put them up with sticking 
plaster but there was something rather exciting about the way she 
said it. And I enjoyed her ordering me to put on my panties 
afterwards.

The training consisted of bathing and then massage with body lotion 
culminating in Madame's erotic satisfaction with fingers and 
tongue. All the time I had to appear to be not  the least bit 
sexually stimulated as well as suitably deferent to her.  Of course 
we had great sex afterwards.

Later she asked me how far I would like to go with my eunuch 
training.

"How do you mean?" I replied.

"Well, there are a load of things that women do to keep themselves 
up together. There's hair and make-up, facials, manicures and 
pedicures. Would you really want to get into all that?"

"Why not? I'd probably be one of the few straight guys in the whole 
world that actually knows about it. Don't you want me to know about 
it?"

"No. I didn't want to impose it on you. If you're happy to learn 
I'm more than happy to teach you."

And so she did. Over the next few months we had our honorary eunuch 
sessions and not only did I learn all about female body maintenance 
I actually got rather good at it.  The most extreme thing was when 
Melaney got me to insert a tampon for her. I didn't mind at all but 
she decided she'd just as soon do that for herself. We got into 
clothes too and Melaney came to rely on my judgement as to what she 
should buy and wear.

It was interesting how, knowing I was aware of all these thing, 
Melaney felt able to confide in me a lot of intimate details that 
she never used to.  I found that I liked that and encouraged it. I 
made a point of getting her to tell me of her intimate thoughts and 
feelings and moods. It certainly brought  us closer. She would even 
tell me of other guys we saw that she fancied and what it was about 
them that she liked. This one had lovely blue eyes, another a nice 
smile. Cute buns were her favourite thing on a man.  Sometimes 
after talking to a really cute guy she would tell me that her 
vagina had lubricated and she was visualising having sex with him. 
Not that you'd have known from looking at her: all serious minded 
and business like. Melaney said most women were like that but they 
usually would never tell any other guy. "As an honorary eunuch you 
have privileged information," she told me.

Melaney enjoyed the intimacy just as much as the pampering she was 
getting. On one occasion, I was waxing her legs at the time, she 
remarked that she liked me in my eunuch mode so much that she 
wouldn't mind if it were permanent.

"In fact, I think it would be rather nice if you were a real 
eunuch."

"No. I prefer to be a just pretend eunuch."

She gave me that impish, mischievous teasing smile of hers. "I was 
reading somewhere that testosterone is bad for you. It's a ruthless 
trick that nature has played on men to perpetuate the species."

"I can forgive nature for that."

"Well, with our two kids we've done our perpetuating now. You don't 
need your balls any more."

"I do. I need them to keep up my sex drive. I enjoy my 
ejaculations. They're part of the pleasure of life."

"This article I was reading. It said that testosterone was actually 
as harmful to men as any other steroid. It leads to heart disease, 
is bad for your arteries and causes needless aggression."

"I'm not aggressive."

"Ever heard of road rage? Just listen to your language when you're 
driving in traffic. That's testosterone getting you all upset like 
that. It's actually a harmful drug that affects your mind and 
distorts your judgement. You're better off without it."

Melaney was actually making quite a case, I thought. She pointed 
out that in the days of hunter gatherers maybe stupid mindless 
aggression had a place. "But," she continued "surely living in our 
peaceful modern suburbs mindless aggression is the last thing we 
need. What is really needed is cool, calm, rational reasoned 
thought and logic. And that's exactly how men's minds are when they 
not polluted with unnecessary steroids,"

After I'd finished her waxing Melaney got dressed. At the end of 
our session she usually gave me a wank as a reward for services 
rendered. I got on the table, kneeling doggy style and she took off 
the plaster sticking up my balls. "These are the problem," she 
said, gently massaging them in their sac as they took up  their 
normal position once more. Without these you wouldn't need to 
humiliate yourself by wanting to be jerked off."

She rubbed lotion onto my prick and gave it a few slow strokes to 
establish a good erection. "What's humiliating about it? I'm 
enjoying it."

"Exactly. " She continued to work my prick slowly, her other hand 
was massaging my balls. I was in ecstasy. "They'll come out so 
easily. Why don't you let me make an appointment with a person who 
does this sort of thing?"

At that point I'd have agreed to anything. "Ok" I gasped and 
ejaculated. 

It was a few days later, Melaney asked me to get  Tuesday afternoon 
off for an appointment with Dr. Grey.

"Who's Dr. Grey and why do I need an appointment?"

"You know, what we were talking about the other day?"

"Having my balls out?"

"Yes."

"God, Mel, that was just playing. You're not really serious?"

"It would only be a counselling session so that we know what it's 
all about."

"Even so, this is getting a bit serious."

"Not really." Melaney said. "We've played with the idea so much, it 
wouldn't hurt to find out more about it. It doesn't commit you to 
anything." Then Melaney gave me that impish smile of hers. "It 
might even be fun."

To make it fun Melaney made me wear panties for the appointment and 
she taped up my balls.

Dr. Grey turned out to be a pleasant, well groomed woman in her 
thirties, about my own age in fact. She had short dark hair, was 
about 5'6" and just a shade of the plump side. She made us welcome, 
put us at ease and explained that this would be a preliminary 
counselling session. I got the impression she was extremely serious 
minded regarding the welfare of her patients and was conscientious 
in her work. It turned out she was head of surgery at the nearby 
hospital and also ran a small private practice from her home. She 
was geared to perform minor procedures here.

The first thing she did was a minor physical. She took some blood 
and urine samples, listened to my heart and chest and took my blood 
pressure.  After that we sat down for the counselling session.

Melaney did the talking. In reply to Dr. Grey's question on why we 
were considering castration, Melaney explained about our honorary 
eunuch game, in total embarrassing detail I might add. Dr. Grey 
seemed to take it very seriously as though it was all absolutely 
normal. She just listened and nodded for Melaney to continue. Then 
it was my turn.

"So Mike, this started with you wanting to try on some ladies' 
panties?"

"Yes."

"And you found it was erotic for you to wear panties?"

"Yes."

"And you rather enjoy Melaney turning you into an honorary eunuch?"

I nodded, very sheepishly.

"Now Mike, being a personal attendant to Melaney, running her bath, 
giving her massages and so on; you enjoy that?"

"Yes. Also, I like the way Melaney feels able to confide her 
thoughts and feelings to me. I think that makes us closer."

"What kind of thing?"

"Very intimate things. I'm sure we are closer like that than many 
couples."

"Very good. That sort of closeness is a very good sign. Have you 
considered what the effects of castration would be?"

I had to admit I hadn't. Melaney had though. She understood that it 
would reduce my libido over a period and make me a calmer, more 
serene person who was at peace with himself but that it wouldn't 
affect my brain or personality significantly beyond that. She knew 
that it would be good for my heart and circulation over a long 
period and that it reduced the likelihood of cancer.

I was rather surprised that Melaney knew so much about it. 
Obviously she had done some research and with that knowledge she 
was still keen on the idea.

Even Dr. Grey seemed surprised at Melaney's knowledge. "Very good. 
Actually Melaney, the benefits regarding cancer and the vascular 
system are very real indeed. In my work at the hospital I come 
across that every day and I've come to the conclusion that 
castration ought to be a routine, normal pre-emptive health measure 
for men. It's unusual for people to even be aware of it at your age 
though."

"We've done some reading," Melaney said, meaning that she had.

"Would you be able to cope with Mike's loss of libido?"

Melaney paused to frame her answer. "Mike's very good with his 
hands. Orgasm that way is actually more important for me than -er 
the other way."

"You prefer clitoral rather than vaginal orgasm?" Dr. Grey was 
totally at home in the more intimate aspects of sexual discussion.

"Yes," this time it was Melaney who looked a shade embarrassed.

"And you've trained Mike in that side of things?"

"Yes. That's part of our honorary eunuch game." Melaney actually 
looked rather pleased. "He is very good at it."

"Mike how do you feel at the prospect of loss of libido?"

"Concerned." I told her. "I enjoy my ejaculations."

She nodded. Presumably it was the answer she expected. "How often 
do you ejaculate?"

"Oh, about three or four times a week."

"Would that include masturbation in private?"

"No."

"Come on now Mike. Don't tell me you're the one guy in the world 
who doesn't jerk off now and again."

"Sometimes." I was mortified to find myself blushing. Both Melaney 
and Dr. Grey  were looking amused at this.

"So perhaps ten to fifteen times a week would be nearer the mark?"

I nodded. 

"There doesn't have to be a loss of libido nor of frequency of 
ejaculation. These days you can get stick on testosterone patches 
which work well. " Dr. Grey produced a small package from the table 
by her side. "These are the answer. She showed me a circular 
transparent patch about one and a half inches in diameter. "They 
supply testosterone through the skin. Stick it on anywhere and your 
libido and sexual function are fully restored in about three hours."

"What it is Mike, castration will reduce your blood testosterone 
level and that will give you an immediate benefit to your 
cardiovascular system." At that point there was a knock on the 
door. She answered it and came back with the results of my tests 
which she studied for a few moments. 

She looked at me "And right now your cardiovascular system could do 
with some help. Your blood pressure is too high for a man of your 
age. Your cholesterol level is up  Basically you're a candidate for 
a heart attack in twenty years time."

"You Mike are exactly the sort of patient who would benefit from a 
pre-emptive precautionary castration."

"It wouldn't be the end of your sex life but I would recommend that 
at this stage you only use the patches twice a week and let your 
blood testosterone levels run down in between."

"I do have a talk that I give some patients on the evils of 
testosterone. It's like a drug addiction except that for men it's a 
built in drug. Like all drugs it's a killer, even if it does kill 
slowly but it's more of a killer than smoking. The highs are 
ejaculations, a few seconds of orgasm. Admittedly that's a pleasant 
few seconds but not worth shortening your life for, surely?"

"No." Melaney answered for me while I was still 
considering. "Doctor, the actual procedure. Is that anything to be 
frightened of?"

"No. That's the least of it. Would you like to see ?"

Again Melaney answered for both of us. At this stage I was slightly 
bemused by it all and wasn't really thinking straight. Dr. Grey led 
us to the small private operating theatre. It all looked spotlessly 
clean and ultra hygienic but none of it meant much to me, except 
that it was very professional. "The procedure is done under a local 
anaesthetic and I usually have a very experienced theatre sister 
present as well."

"Post operative recovery is a day's rest and it takes about two 
weeks before the stitches come out. There is no pain but it might 
be a little sore for a day or so."

"There are some options: we can remove the scrotum altogether as it 
has no purpose left for it. We can insert prosthetic testicles so 
that it looks normal or we can just leave the scrotum. If its left 
it goes up into a tight little bundle behind the penis and looks 
awful."

"Best to remove it altogether," Melaney said.

I was quite happy to get out of that theatre and couldn't wait to 
get away. Melaney had a lot more questions which were delaying us.. 
Dr. Grey lent her a video of the procedure which she said was 
highly confidential and not to let anyone else see it.

Her parting words were to Melaney. "Don't rush him on this or 
you'll scare him. Remember the last time Mike made a decision as 
big as this one it was to get married to you."

We saved the video until the weekend when we had the house to 
ourselves. Melaney insisted on me being in honorary eunuch mode to 
watch it. I was wearing only panties and sticking plaster. The 
video consisted of four separate cases of castration. It gave the 
procedure in detail and in each case the guy had an erection. The 
first three times each guy's wife jerked him off and the doctor cut 
the testicular cords just as he came. It was a nice touch.

The fourth procedure was transgender surgery and it really was a 
case of everything you wanted to know but were too shy to ask.  
Interesting as it was, it was serious surgery with long recovery 
times and a lot of post operative care. 

"Interesting," Melaney said. "Instead of removing your scrotum 
would you like it made into a vagina?"

"Hell no." The very idea was chilling.

That video was also the best turn on ever and I didn't bother to 
untape my balls when I fucked Melaney. She was unusually ready as 
well. I guess that video had got to her too.

Over the next few weeks we watched that video a lot and it got to 
us each time. I found I even came to imagine it happening to me and 
in some strange way I was beginning to like the idea. It was so 
turning me on that ironically enough, Mel and I were having more 
sex than ever.  One evening when we were watching the video yet 
again Melaney started undressing me and when I was nude she sat up 
against me and rubbed me with her hands, finally she had my prick 
in her one hand and balls in the other. "Let's do it for real," she 
whispered in my ear. "Let's take them out. You know you'll love it."

"Ok."

Melaney prepped me at home before the appointment.  She shaved my 
torso, worked down to the pubic triangle and ended by touching up 
the shave on my cock and balls. It was incredibly erotic and I 
wanted to come there and then but she held me back. She did put me 
into my honorary eunuch mode and gave me a new, tight control, 
girdle to wear which she'd bought for the occasion.

"I'm so glad you decided to go for the procedure," Dr. Grey said as 
she led us into the prepping room. The prepping room was a kind of 
antechamber to Dr. Grey's  private operating theatre. "And I'm sure 
you'll rather enjoy it. Most of my patients seem to. Now please 
undress down to your underpants and Sister will do some preliminary 
checks on you. "

It was very warm there and actually quite pleasant to take off the 
clothes, I noticed that the nursing sister had very little on 
underneath her white coat. She looked to be in her late twenties, 
was slim, tallish and pretty with hazel eyes and short auburn hair 
under her nurses cap. It seemed to me that she and Melaney actually 
knew each other. There was a rapport between them.  Together they 
undressed me and both totally ignored my embarrassment at my being 
in the skin-tone satin girdle. Sister did blood pressures, read my 
temperature, listened to my heart and took some blood samples. 

She did something with the blood samples and decided it was all 
systems go. "Now take off your girdle please."

As I stood there in total embarrassment and wondering how I could 
hide my erection Melaney whipped down the girdle and my prick 
popped up. I stepped out of the girdle. 

"That's good," the sister said to Melaney regarding my shaven 
state. "I see he's very well prepped."  She ran her fingers lightly 
over the area concerned to test the smoothness of the skin.

"Thank you." Melaney accepted the compliment. 

"The testicles are still there?" The nurse was considering the 
sticking plaster holding my balls up.

"Yes. It's a little game we play.  When he's taped up like that 
he's an honorary eunuch and is allowed to wear panties. Which he 
enjoys," Melaney added.

"That's nice," the sister said as she expertly ripped off the 
plaster. "He'll be allowed to wear panties all the time after 
this." As my balls came down out of my groin the sister gently but 
expertly took my scrotum and pulled on it. "We need them to hang 
nice and low," she explained to Melaney. "It makes the procedure so 
much easier. That's actually why it's so warm in here."

"It is very warm." Melaney was still dressed in her outdoor clothes 
and I knew she would be feeling uncomfortable.

"It is perfectly in order for you to undress too, if you'd like 
too. Dr. Grey prefers to work nude so perhaps it would be better."  
The nurse turned to me. "Meanwhile let's get you on the operating 
table." She led me into the theatre which had been set up for the 
procedure. It was basically a gynaecological table and the nurse 
got me to put my feet in the stirrups. I felt extremely vulnerable.

Melaney came into theatre wearing just her panties. "This feels 
rather more comfortable."

"Now do we leave the empty scrotum or remove it?" the sister asked 
me.

"Leave it."

"Remove it," Melaney told the sister.

"It comes off," the Sister told me.

Dr. Grey came in still wearing the dark grey business suit she'd 
had on when we arrived. She noted that I was in position nodded 
approval and took a coat hanger off the wall. "There's a matter of 
etiquette here Mike. It's ok for a lady to be nude n front of a 
eunuch but not a man with testicles. Therefore I ask your 
permission to work nude."

I was on the table with my feet in the stirrups and my erect prick 
pointing more or less at my face. "Of course."

Dr. Grey proceeded to strip in front of me while sister busied 
herself around me. By the time Dr. Grey had finished undressing I 
realised I was strapped in so tightly that I couldn't move at all: 
not even twitch.

"That's just a safety precaution," Dr. Grey explained as she put on 
her surgical cap and mask. " Because you are awake and fully 
conscious during the procedure I'm not giving you a muscle 
relaxant. So we've strapped you in to make sure you don't move at a 
delicate time."

I'd never felt so helpless in my life. At the same time I was 
enjoying the sight of Dr Grey's large bosom and generous pubic 
hair, Melaney in her panties and, to cap it all, sister took off 
her white coat and was completely nude. She had a delightful slim 
figure, small pert breasts and she'd shaved off all her pubic hair. 
The sight of the cute little vaginal slit beneath her smooth flat 
stomach disappearing between her legs did nothing to relieve the 
massive erection I had. 

Sister helped Melaney into a surgical cap and mask  and then put 
her own on. Then Sister and Dr. Grey scrubbed. 

"Now let us turn our attention to removing our patient's 
testicles." Dr. Grey was filling a syringe as she spoke. "Melaney, 
you want the scrotum removed too?"

"Yes please."

"Why can't I keep it?" I said to Melaney, 

"Because you won't need it any more after this and it will look 
scruffy."

"Who's going to see it?"

"Me for a start and if I show you off to my friends I want you to 
look nice."

"Your friends?"

"Of course, darling. They're all very interested in this. Most of 
them are thinking of getting their husbands done too. They'll all 
want to see the result."

Dr. Grey injected anaesthetic at strategic points around the area 
to be worked on.
"So far so good," she said when she'd finished. "This anaesthetic 
is very local, Mike and very, very effective. You won't feel any 
pain whatsoever. Now the next step is to mark where we're going to 
cut."

Nurse handed her a marker and she drew a line around the root of 
the scrotum. She said to Melaney "We'll make cuts here and here. 
Then when it's stitched up it will look as though there never had 
been a scrotum at all. It will just be clean smooth skin behind the 
penis."

"Yes. That's just how I want it," Melaney said.

Sister held my penis to stop it twitching and Dr. Grey expertly 
made the incisions. She was right about the anaesthetic. There was 
no pain. I felt a sort of butterfly feeling in my stomach though.

My scrotum came right off and I could feel my testicles dangling in 
the air. Dr. Grey got busy again and tied off the cords holding my 
balls. As she did so, Sister was gently stroking my prick. It was 
lovely. Melaney was fascinated by the procedure. I could see a 
wetness around the crutch of her panties. She didn't seem to mind 
at all what Sister was doing with my prick. 

Dr. Grey finished the tying off and attached a scissor like device 
on each cord between the testicles and the tie-off.

Sister got faster with the stroking off my prick. Her grip 
tightened and she was sliding the skin up and down. I held back for 
as long as I could in an attempt to prolong the delightful 
sensations but had to let go in the most glorious burst of 
ejaculation I'd ever had. At some point during those ecstatic 
squirts I felt a slight, rather pleasant stabbing sensation as Dr. 
Grey severed the cords and my balls were gone.

Totally spent from the ejaculation I just lay back, relaxed and let 
the professionals get on with it. Sister cleaned up my come, Dr. 
Grey sewed me up where my scrotum had been and Melaney was looking 
at my balls in the surgical dish, licking her lips and rubbing her 
crotch.  I dozed off.

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We'd both expected my castration to be a life changing experience. 
It was but not quite in the way we'd expected. For one thing, 
seeing  my balls being lopped off had turned Melaney on no end. She 
moistened up every time she thought about it which was often.

As a result she was very emphatic about me wearing testosterone 
patches and she even got a test kit to measure testosterone levels 
in the blood. For a long while she had me running on maximum which 
was rather more than my when my own balls  were still there.

The second effect was that Melaney was very conscious of my eunuch 
status and was no longer jealous or possessive of her husband as 
wives so often are. In fact she did show me off to her friends and 
we had several delightful evenings of me in the nude and her 
various friends examining the site of the surgery. 

I rather enjoyed the humiliation of being shown off like this and 
had a massive erection to prove it. On such occasions Melaney would 
wear her new 'gold' ear rings which contained what used to be my 
balls that had been dried, shrunk and gilded. "Gilding the 
geldings,'' was Melaney's little joke on the subject.

Melaney pointed out that  they didn't have to be shy of a eunuch 
and they were quite happy to strip for a body massage by me, with 
all the extras they could desire. They got the idea that having sex 
with a eunuch didn't count as infidelity, and for a long while I 
was as randy and rampant as a satyr  with them.

If you think that it's odd behaviour for a wife to charge her 
husband up with the sex drive of a sixteen year old and then 
cordially invite him to service all her friends and then some I can 
only agree with you. It was probably some psychological thing. Her 
husband having no balls was not a proper man and therefore he 
couldn't be sexually unfaithful. Also, the lack of balls meant that 
I was so unlikely to leave her she had nothing to worry about as 
far as her marriage was concerned. And of course she just enjoyed 
all that sex and talking about it with her friends.

For over a year I had the sort of sex life that every teen age boy 
fantasises about. Then one day I realised I was fed up with all 
that screwing and keeping all those women happy. I was quite 
shocked at myself but I had to admit I was sated.

I let the testosterone level run down and actually enjoyed the 
peace of mind and tranquillity that came with a low testosterone 
level. I had more energy for other things and found that my mental 
concentration improved considerably. I used that ability to wade 
through wads of stock market data to pick companies whose stock 
price was likely to improve. I'd tried to do that in the past but 
it had always been dull and boring and I never got anywhere.   Now 
I was getting wealthy.

I found that I preferred life with low testosterone levels and I 
knew it was better for my health. From time to time I would put on 
the patches to give Melaney a romantic evening but when she 
tactfully suggested an evening out with a friend my main feeling 
was relief that some guy was taking care of her sexual needs and 
letting me off the hook.

Life as a eunuch is exactly what you make it. I personally have no 
regrets and there are some good advantages. The one major loss is I 
can no longer get a woman pregnant but right now, helping our two 
children through college, I know that is no disadvantage to me 
whatsoever.

So if any of you out there are contemplating castration, Melaney 
and I can thoroughly recommend it.

Incidentally, I see that some of Melaney's friends are now sporting 
those gold ear rings.  I think it's catching on.

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