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The electric clippers turned off with a sharp click as he brushed away the pubic hair off my stomach. He moved with such precision and expertise as he took a syringe in one hand and grabbed my nuts with the other and advised me I would feel a pinch as I felt the needle enter my sac. I was still dazed as I laid there on the kitchen table naked, bound and gagged with my legs spread wide apart. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next although I had a pretty good idea from past conversations but I had no idea he was this serious. As I looked down to the foot of the table I knew I was right as I watched him pick up a scalpel. He told me the painkiller should have kicked in enough to proceed as I felt him tugging at my nut sac and then watched him pick another tool up off the counter. Having read his homepage and checking some of his links I recognized it to be a burdizzo. He looked at me and in a soft voice told me even with the pain killer I would feel this but it wouldn’t last. I closed my eyes and felt a sudden sharp pain liked I never knew before from my groin. I opened my eyes as they watered up with tears and he said “you’re almost perfect”. Looking into his soft blue eyes he reassured me everything was going to be ok as he positioned himself to finish what he started. I closed my eyes again as I awaited my fate. My mind still blurred I was realizing everything he said was coming true. He said it was going to be an evening I would never forget. He said if I spent this one evening with him I would be changed man. He said I would probably choose to stay with him forever. He told me I wouldn’t think about being with any other man. He even said he made lasagna that would floor me, he didn’t mention the secret ingredient was chloroform. I was conscious enough to realize there was nothing I could do. I knew he had this “interest”, maybe that’s what the draw was. I have to admit after checking out his links I did get curious. Reading some of the stories on a couple sites did get me wondering what life would be like being a eunuch, and now I was one snip away. Everything started so “normal”, it was simple everyday run of the mill conversation in the chat room. Then ICQ conversations began for a little more privacy. We exchanged pics and when I had seen his for the first time I was in awe. A perfect physique, gorgeous smile, and eyes to get lost in. I actually doubted it was really him until he sent another pic holding a sign that read, “really Rob, it’s me”. After chatting with him over a period of a month or two I had started to ask him about those websites he had linked. He was very open about it and talked extensively on the subject. He commented that the “perfect” man for him would have a good strong build, as well as defined features, and a sense of humor. The one other piece to complete the package would be the absence of a package. I jokingly remarked I was a “long” way from perfect. He quickly responded that he noticed that from the pic I sent him but I had the other two going for me. My obvious reaction was asking if 2 out of 3 was good enough followed by an “LOL”. He quickly added the third part could be easily “fixed”. He was very honest about what he was looking for in a relationship and that he wanted to “wear the pants”. I told him I was definitely not a possibility because I would look terrible in a skirt. Over the next three months we chatted often. It began to feel like I’ve known him my whole life. I was amazed at how much we had in common. An almost perfect match except for one small detail, OK, well modestly speaking I suppose I have a moderately endowed detail. It was last weekend when the ICQ chat turned into a phone call. He asked if he could call me on the phone and I gave him my number and logged off. The phone rang and I hesitated before picking up the phone. His voice was sexy to say the least, it fit the face well. After talking for about an hour is when he sprung it on me by telling me he didn’t need my area code…. It was a local call! I went silent for a moment reflecting on past conversations and realized the question of location never came up. After all these months we had talked about occupations, sports, politics, religion, um…sex, childhood, and never got around to location. I knew he was a Dallas fan so I figured he was clear across the country. Myself being a Dolphins fan he probably assumed the same. It was in this phone call that the invitation to dinner came. It didn’t take much convincing to say the least. I was anxious all week counting down the days until we would meet face to face. I changed my clothes 3 times this morning trying to pick out the best thing to wear. I opted for the casual look. I called him before leaving to make sure I had the directions right. We went over them again and before hanging up he told me he was equally anxious and that he had the “perfect” evening planned. Maybe subconsciously I did know what he meant as I felt a second sharp pain in my groin. My entire body stiffened as I felt a soft tug on my dick afterward and heard him say “we’ll take care of this in a couple days after giving you a chance to heel a little”. As I began to lose consciousness I knew we had consummated our relationship, he was the perfect man for me and I was well on my way to being the perfect man less for him.