A Matter of Choice: part 2

Part 2 of my fantasy to reality story

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                                         A MATTER OF CHOICE  Part 2


I began to come around and was realizing I was alone in the same 
room and still strapped down on the table. I was groggy and my eyes 
soon moved to the cart a few feet off the side of me. On it was the 
jar with my name on it and was now filled with formaldehyde and my 
dick and ballsac. Leaning against it was part of a manila folder 
with letters cut out spelling "eunuch", I didn’t see the need for 
pointing out the obvious as my manhood was floating in the jar next 
to it. I continued staring at the jar when I started to notice the 
soreness between my legs. I was covered with a satin like sheet 
that felt smooth against my skin. I raised my head to try and get a 
look down there. I could feel the catheter which was a weird 
feeling as I could tell it was coming out in-between my legs near 
my ashole instead of further up realizing my pisshole was 
relocated. Looking I still only could see the sheet covering me 
but  I still noticed how it ran smoothly between my legs which were 
still strapped spread wide apart. At the same time he came into the 
room and seemed surprised I was awake. A warm smile came across his 
face as he saw what I was looking at and told me that I had indeed 
pitched my last tent under a sheet. He told me everything went well 
asking me to forgive the pun. He then told me it was too soon for 
me to come around and explained he used a new form of skin cement 
instead of stitches to close the opening which would greatly reduce 
the amount of scarring but because it is being used in an area that 
stretches so much in the simplest movements he needed to keep me 
sedated to limit my movement. He finished his explanation as he 
picked up a syringe and proceeded to give me an injection into my 
arm. I rested my head back on the pillow noticing how easily it 
moved across the pillow case knowing that at some point after he 
was done nullifying me he must have shaved my head completely 
smooth. He then went over to the cart picking up the jar off the 
cart and studying it he thanked me because he didn’t have that many 
"complete sets" in his collection as he walked over to the shelf 
placing the jar on it next to the others. As I started to lose 
consciousness with my eyes fixed on the row of jars on the shelf 
now becoming blurry I started to wonder what thoughts were going 
through the minds of the guys who had been there before me. I 
wondered what their reasons were for having such body modifications 
made. It was true that there weren’t many complete sets on the 
shelf such as I just donated but I still wondered what I had in 
common with them for making such a similar choice as I fell asleep.

I began to wake up again as I felt my left leg being moved around. 
He was standing at the foot of the bed holding me by the foot, my 
leg wasn’t strapped as he repeatedly stretched it to the side. My 
groin (if the term still applies) was no longer sore and was 
somewhat amazed at how far he was able to stretch it. He noticed I 
was awake and asked me how I felt. I told him I thought I felt OK 
as I was watching how he had my legs split at what seemed to be 
nearly 180 degrees. He must have noticed my expression as he told 
me it was a lot easier for guys to do that when they don’t have 
anything "in the way". My eyes rolled back over to the shelf to see 
"my jar" once again. Everything still seemed so surreal even though 
I was very aware of the reality. 
He stopped stretching my leg and lifted the sheet to inspect his 
work. As I moved my head back towards him I noticed my head didn’t 
slide as easily as it did before when it was shaved. The pillowcase 
somewhat clung to my head like sandpaper and knew I had to be out 
for a while as my hair was growing back. I asked him how long I had 
been sleeping and he told me he kept me out for 5 days. He began to 
run his palm across my crotch telling me how nicely it had healed 
up. The feeling of his hand created the most incredible sensation 
in me as it reinforced the reality that there was in fact nothing 
left down there. His hand moved further into my crotch when he said 
"you won’t be needing this anymore" as I felt him start to remove 
the catheter. He started to pull on it slowly with a twisting 
motion that tensed up my entire midsection, it wasn’t painful so 
much as it was a weird feeling. I could tell it was well lubricated 
as it slid out of me and I could actually fell my new pisshole  
tighten as it was completely removed. He then dropped to his knees 
and his head disappeared under the sheet. I then felt his warm 
tongue begin to lick my now smooth groin which was a feeling that 
sent a warm shiver down my spine. Even though I still couldn’t see 
anything I could get a mental picture of what I must now look like 
down there as his tongue gently moved across the smoothened 
contours of my groin. His tongue moved further down and I felt it 
run around and occasionally in my asshole as my breathing became 
heavier trying to understand these new feelings. He then slowly 
stood up and as I saw him rising from the foot of the bed I heard 
the zipper open of the tight bleached jeans he was wearing. The 
sheet was being held up with on hand so I still couldn’t get a good 
look at what he was packing .He then moved the palm of his hand to 
his mouth where he let some spit drip into it and moved it back 
down knowing he was lubing himself up as he then positioned himself 
closer in-between my legs and I felt him penetrate. Being fucked up 
the ass is still so new to me as I felt a burning feeling and began 
to realize that this was to be my new life if I were to pursue any 
kind of sexual relations and being nothing more than a hole to 
offer for the pleasure of real men. He was beginning to cum as he 
pulled out and my ass tightly closed when he completely removed his 
cock. I watched the expression of ecstasy on his face as he groaned 
and I soon felt his warm load land on my groin. Hearing his 
breathing and soft moans I could only think about that incredible 
feeling of coming inside another man which I forfeited the chance 
of ever knowing. I closed my eyes trying to experience the pleasure 
he was feeling through his movements and my imagination. He then 
disappeared under the sheet again as I felt him licking his cumshot 
off of me. Before completely standing I heard his zipper close and 
he moved out from behind the sheet and came over to my side as he 
began to remove the restraints that were still binding my hands to 
the table telling me that there was no need for them anymore. I 
laid there motionless as my body was freed from its bonds. My 
emasculator just watched my reactions as I was now free to move and 
seemed mused by my hesitation. He told me not to worry and reminded 
me that this is what I wanted. I knew he was right as I slowly 
started to move my hand over to where under other circumstances 
there would have been an 8" pole standing up under that sheet. I 
was in awe when my hand reached its destination  in-between my 
legs. My fantasy had indeed become reality as I continued to 
massage my empty groin while my eyes focused on the jar where I 
would be leaving my manhood behind. He again asked me if I was OK 
to which I smiled at him and told him I felt great.
He then proceeded to help me up off the table which is when the 
sheet fell away from me and I finally was able to see for the first 
time the results of my actions. I sat there in amazement staring at 
my denuded crotch. I couldn’t believe how quickly it seemed to be 
healing having seen pictures from the web of nullified guys where 
there was a lot of scar tissue and scabbing. I could still see the 
visible scarring from the procedure but the skin cement had nearly 
eliminated the scabbing. I was then advised to do some stretching 
seeing how I had been flat on my back for nearly a week. I was 
feeling pretty stiff to (well, not everywhere obviously) as I 
started to walk around the room exploring my new body with my 
hands. I moved my hand from my crotch up my abs and over my chest. 
I noticed hair stubble growing in when I was told it was only 
temporary. He explained that there is still some residual 
testosterone in my system that prompted the re-growth of some body 
hair but as it diminished from my system the hair would simply fall 
out and not grow back. It was then that my hand moved up over my 
head where I felt the sandpaper like feel of the hair growing back 
on my head. He then piped up that I would have to take care of 
keeping that smooth myself and commented that shaving it would have 
to become a daily ritual especially seeing how it is something in 
male testosterone that causes hair loss and seeing how I eliminated 
production of it I should continue to grow a thick head of hair for 
a long time. I was so pre-occupied with discovering the new me that 
I wasn’t even conscious of the fact I was walking around the room 
butt naked rubbing every part of my body I could reach in front of 
someone. 

I then moved towards the shelf where his trophies were carefully 
preserved looking at the before and after pictures of the other 
guys and the organs they contributed to the collection. I was 
reassured seeing many of them were guys my age and in fact younger 
than me which helped me realized what I longed for wasn’t as 
bizarre or as strange as most would think. OK, that may be a 
stretch but at least I wasn’t the only one who longed to have some 
alteration performed even if it was only a partial or full 
castration or a penectomy unlike my complete nullification which I 
noticed that there were only four others sitting on the shelf who 
went the same distance I did. I asked him how long he had been 
performing this "service", I was floored when he smiled at me and 
answered 7 months! Looking at all the jars in amazement I realized 
this was a pretty busy room and my actions really weren’t as 
strange as I had thought. I asked him if he knew if any of the 
others had any regrets in which he laughed pointing out the jars 
with the testicles of 2 different guys which he said had scheduled 
a return visit in the next month for him to finish what was started 
after realizing that they in fact wanted it all stripped from them.
He then led me out of the room into the main part of his basement 
where he walked towards a camcorder in the corner of the room and 
turned it on. He then went over to a table and picked up his camera 
and like when I first arrived smiled and asked if I minded.  I then 
proceeded to pose in various positions both natural and erotic to 
help complete my chapter in his portfolio as well as provide the 
"after" shots that would be framed and placed around my jar on the 
shelf in his cutting room. I soon became so entranced with rubbing 
every crevice and contour of myself that I again forgot that I was 
being observed let alone photographed and videotaped. I had become 
so self absorbed I was embarrassed when he had to loudly clear his 
throat to draw my attention from my self exploration.


He then assured me that mine was a natural reaction as he walked 
over to a TV turning it on and put in a videotape. I sat down and 
soon realized I was watching the "confessional" of one of the guys 
whose face I recognized from one of the pictures on the trophy 
case. He sounded just as sure as myself. The video then led into 
the before sequence of his operation which didn’t proceed exactly 
as my fantasy emasculation did. He was a well toned guy probably in 
his mid twenties, and had a HUGE cock that must of stretched a good 
11"!! The weight of it alone kept it from standing straight up as 
hard as it was. The video then picked up in the cutting room where 
the guy proceeded to shave his own pubes and when finished got on 
the table positioning himself as the cutter securely strapped him 
down. It was soon obvious he was more of a masochist as the 
procedure began with various forms of CBT causing the young man to 
convulse and cry in pain. Despite the evident torture he still 
shouted out for more. I watched as the catheter was being put into 
him as he was groaning. The event climaxed as I saw my cutter pick 
up a scalpel and cutting the sac open removed the guys orbs and one 
at a time using a burdizzo squeezed the manhood from him. I watched 
as after his balls were removed the sac was cut off and his nuts 
carefully placed into the detached sac, sutured closed and dropped 
into a jar. By this time the guy had lost consciousness from the 
pain. The camera was zoomed at close range where I then saw the 
scalpel moving towards the base of his now soft and yet still 
impressive cock. Carefully cutting around the base I watched his 
massive member being slid away from his body off the catheter. The 
procedure continued as I watched him begin to remove tissue cutting 
deep into the base and then the urethra relocation. All the time I 
was watching this I kept looking down at myself understanding how 
the procedure occurred on me. The video then went to the post part 
where I could tell looking at the close up expressions of the now 
studless guy that he was as amazed and pleased as I am. 
The video was then shut off and he led me to a mirror where I was 
able to see myself from head to toe. My eyes kept going from my 
butched head down my pecs and torso to my butched crotch. I saw him 
approach me from behind with his camera snapping a few more 
pictures. I began rubbing my head and smiled at me excusing himself 
for a moment. He returned and handed me a can of shaving cream and 
a razor telling me I should take care of the stubble growing in. 
After pausing I declined telling him I kind of liked the 5 O’clock 
shadow look to which he responded with a chuckle. When I asked what 
was so funny he reminded me that it was my desire to be smooth for 
the rest of my life. After telling him I decided that I didn’t need 
to be COMPLETELEY smooth he left the room once again returning with 
a hand held mirror. He stood behind me in front of the mirror 
positioning the hand held one so I could see the reflection of the 
back of my head. With an innocent smile on his face almost like a 
kid getting caught playing a prank I had seen he shaved the word 
"eunuch" into my hair. He then explained he used the electrolysis 
solution to permanently remove the hair spelling out my new self. 
He then offered me the razor and shaving cream which I accepted 
this time as he pointed me in the direction of a bathroom.  He 
stood in the doorway as I shaved my head knowing that this was to 
become a once a day ritual for me at least if I were to conceal 
what I had done to me. I knew it was I had originally wanted so I 
couldn’t get upset about it knowing he had done everything I wanted 
him to. While I was toweling of my smooth head that once again 
matched the rest of my body I flashed back to the card I had seen 
when I first woke up after the operation spelling out "eunuch" and 
realized he must have used it as a stencil to remove the hair. My 
cutter was in the doorway rubbing his groin as I noticed the 
obvious bulge in his pants to which he smiled at me and unbuttoned 
his jeans and opened his zipper. I moved toward him and knelt in 
front of him as I took over removing his pants dropping them to his 
knees. My original presumption was correct when he first penetrated 
me as I found myself staring at his dick which I soon wrapped my 
lips around it. That week was turning into a series of firsts for 
me, first fuck I had, first castration and penectomy (obviously the 
last also) and the first blowjob I would give someone. I continued 
to suck like I never had before understanding my new position as a 
servant to men. I continued to suck, lick, and put y tongue in 
places they’d never been before. As he came to climax he shot a 
huge load in my face which I licked from my lips as well as rubbed 
over my shaved head. Oddly enough the one thought running through 
my mind while my tongue was running over him was that I was no 
longer a homosexual as I was no longer a man.

I then got dressed and prepared to leave. On my way out I was 
handed me a refillable prescription for some kind of hormone as 
well as one for steroids. He then gave me a videotape copy of my 
emasculation that occurred  and told me to enjoy my new life as a 
warm smile came to his face again and he kissed me on my forehead 
as his hand reached into my pants to cop one last feel before I 
left. On the ride home I kept running through  the events of the 
past 6 days in my mind. All I could think about was the next guy 
going into that room and the jar that will sit on the shelf next to 
mine….and how much I wanted to be that guy. I would then look at 
the videotape on the seat next to me realizing that it would have 
to do as I found my hand reaching into my pants once again noticing 
the unusual fit of men’s underwear on un-men as a smile came across 
my face.

Rob

Let me know if you like the story. I’m also interested in hearing 
from other guys  around my age who feel they want to "lose it" too 
if you haven’t already. Email me at [email protected] .
If you’re an experienced cutter (or a veterinarian ) in the 
northeast note above Email address. I’m not into the cyber stuff so 
I ask for serious replies only.