Bboy's vacation penectomy (part 1)

At Bboy's request a straight author attempts a gay penectomy story. 
Hope it is good enough for all of you.

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Bboy’s Dream Story Diary

Spring break, March 10 – March 19,  2000

March 10, 2000.      Cozumal, Mexico  

Well, here I am. I just arrived by plane today. With my limited 
Spanish skills I look the typical Gringo at 17 and away from home 
on my own for the first time. This place is great. I have two days 
not counting today to live it up before it has to come off as I 
have agreed. Even if I tried to back out now they would probably 
hunt me down and take it. My cock is as good as gone. I sold it. I 
though that I’d have to pay for the removal but now I could make 
money living out this fantasy. I find it hard to accept this 
reality but it is, after all, what I saved for since the thought 
occurred to me. The Eunuch Archive made it possible. The right 
connections with the right people and I am getting paid to have it 
done instead of having to pay. I know that that many have went down 
this road before me. Their stories are on the Eunuch Archive and I 
spent many evenings locked in my room naked at my computer jerking 
off at the thought of losing my cock! My bell would ring and I 
could stay hard for hours thinking about some guy losing his cock 
and keeping his balls so that he would be horny all of the time. 
With the cock gone there could be no release. The only feeling left 
was perpetual horniness and no way to satisfy urges. I had to 
experience it no matter what the cost. There was only one way to do 
it and one price to pay. I wonder what they would say at school if 
they could know that the Valedictorian was dickless! No more strip 
poker parties for me now, I had a secret to keep. Now I had only 24 
hours left before I had it cut away in front of a paying audience. 

I had spent the better part of last month tanning and getting ready 
for spring break. I had a hard time convincing my parents that I 
would be all right going. Little did they know that I would be 
going alone, since Billy was supposed to be going with me.  I told 
no one what I was going to have done to me. They wouldn’t 
understand. I don’t know if I do. 

Now I was tan and ready to spend my last day with a cock attached 
to me roaming a nude beach alone. I would be a virgin forever now. 
I feel sad at this prospect but at the same time the feeling of 
being so close to having it cut off is exciting and exhilarating. I 
have had a constant erection since I got off of the plane. Erection 
or not I am going to spend my last few days whole naked on the 
beach. I am going to jerk off before I go and if I should start to 
become erect I will just go out into the water up to my waist and 
do it again. I knew that everyone would be looking at me because 
the girls had shaved all of my blonde body hair off last month at 
the party. I lost the strip poker game and I had to spend the 
evening naked. I would have stayed erect if a guy had done it but 
they laughed at me as I went limp while the girls were shaving me. 
I got hard as Billy and the other boys came over to watch. Ever 
since Sheryl I preferred guys. Not that I have anything against 
girls, but the guys are more generous with giving sex. The girls 
are stingy. Most guys give better head, too. At least that’s what I 
have heard. 




 March 11, 2000.      Cozumal, Mexico 

What a glorious day! For a short period of time I even forgot that 
I had made arrangements to have it removed. I found some guys from 
California down here on holiday at the nude beach. They were very 
Gay and they are proud of it! There were two of them and they 
seemed to be comfortable with their sexuality. They kissed and 
cuddled and played with each other like there was no one else in 
the world. They noticed my erection and giggled just like the girls 
at school did. Will I ever fit in anywhere? After it is gone I 
doubt it. I will be mutilated but I don’t care. I wish it was 
already done one moment and I never want to have it done the next. 


March 12, 2000.      Cozumal, Mexico

My last day on this earth possessing a penis started like any other 
here in this paradise. Beautiful sun, beautiful surf and tall palm 
trees. They are going to cut my cock off tomorrow night and I am 
going to go through with the whole thing. It’s hard to believe but 
true. The instructions were very explicit. After supper I have to 
wait on the corner by the restaurant with my white Panama straw hat 
with the peacock feather. A limousine will pick me up and I will be 
stripped once inside and a hood will be placed over my face to 
protect my identity. I won’t be allowed to see any of them either. 
I will be taken naked from the Limo to a waiting private plane to 
be flown to the place where I am to give up my penis.  The only 
thing is that anyone who witnesses what was done to me will not 
have a hard time identifying me without my clothes. I will never 
see them naked, though. Let alone see them naked having their sex 
parts cut off! Just like the strip poker game I lost but this time 
I am really losing something! Life without a cock is something I 
want but something I dread. Why am I going through with this?   



March 13, 2000.    Some where on the Yucatan Peninsula in Mexico.

Nervous,

So nervous as I lay here in this small room looking at the fan 
rotating around and around on the ceiling. I can’t believe that I 
actually went through with it, but I did. Now as I lay here naked 
and shaven in my own room in this resort I wonder what the rest of 
my life will be like without it. I know that I will miss it but I’m 
glad that it’s gone. That doesn’t make sense but it’s how I feel. 
It doesn’t hurt except if I move wrong. It feels like it is still 
there. They said that the stitches would dissolve so I won’t have 
to worry about taking them out.

Sooner or later someone will find out. It doesn’t make any 
difference now but I already wish that I could rub it. Just for a 
little while. But I know that if I hadn’t went through with it that 
I would have the same low, let down feeling after I spermed. Just 
like I always did ever since I can remember. I’m glad that it’s 
gone. The $50,000.00 U.S. dollars that I was paid for it will more 
than pay my way through college. The movie that they made of the 
process of my loss will not show my face, but Billy would recognize 
my naked body if he ever saw it. Even with all of my hair shaved 
off. It was something that he said about the freckle pattern last 
month at the party the last time that we played strip poker and I 
had to be the one that had to spend the evening and the rest of the 
night naked. I was the one who had to be jerked off all evening 
long while the rest of the guys and even a couple of their 
girlfriends watched and laughed. I was humiliated but at the same 
time I was excited. Especially when they all drew cards and the 
loser had to jerk me off.  The final humiliation was the body shave 
that I experienced at the hands of the girls who were present. I 
lost my erection while they were handling me. I wonder if it’s 
because I’m gay like they teased. I think that I’m just shy. I 
never thought that girls would do a thing like that to a boy. 

The girls told all of their friends at school and every girl in 
school giggled at me in the hallways for a better part of a month. 
Ever since I started jerking off at the age of 10 I had liked the 
smooth skin of another’s naked bum as I massaged myself. At first 
it was the butt of the little girl down the street. We had a 
favorite game. We used to have a foot race and the loser had to get 
in the closet and take their pants off and let the winner come in 
and feel between their legs. I usually lost. The few times that I 
won I knew it was because Sheryl let me win so she could be felt. 
She would only let me handle her butt and that’s all I ever stuck 
my finger into. I had to use a lot a vaseline to do that because 
her virgin ass was very tight. Mine was too when she fingered me. 
She loosened me up because she usually won at least 10 times before 
she let me win once. She would make me come without touching me by 
massaging inside my ass with her long fingers. She would always use 
two or three at a time. She only allowed me to stick one into her 
backside though. I was never allowed to feel her front parts. She 
told me that she was saving them for her future husband. She moved 
away after her father died. She was the only girl that I ever saw 
naked. It wasn’t fair because everybody had seen me naked. It 
happened during gym class one day and the girls at school still 
laugh about it.

After Sheryl I preferred looking at butts. It didn’t really matter 
if they were boy’s butts.  Billy was about my age and we played 
with each other because there were no girls who liked to play our 
kind of games. In fact, Sheryl was the only girl I knew who would 
consent to even pulling her pants down in front of a boy. Billy and 
I weren’t gay, but we sure enjoyed playing our games. Games which I 
usually lost because the loser always had to come for the winner 
and boy did I like to come. I would jerk off at least three times a 
day. Even more if I could get away with it. Sometimes though I 
wnjoyed jaking Billy off and making him cum for a change.

So you see I will miss it. I will also enjoy the money that I was 
paid for having it cut off in front of that crowd while I was being 
filmed. One thing is for sure. My penis is gone forever now. Like 
it or not I will never cum again. I am glad that I did it. Now I 
lay here looking at my stitches and the catheter coming out from 
the small hole that will be my pee hole from now on. I can only see 
it with this hand mirror. It’s hard to look at my piss hole with 
the mirror and hold my scrotum and balls away at the same time. 
They showed me how to remove the catheter after the swelling goes 
down. Now I get to spend the rest of the break taking it easy. My 
whole crotch is bruised.  

I can’t believe that it’s gone. I was led into this large room 
naked without my mask. All who were present wore masks and some 
came up to me and fondled me. I was erect form the time my clothes 
came off in the Limo until I was cut. It was cut off while it was 
still hard. Oh God it hurt but I still wanted it. They explained to 
me on the plane that I was going to have my entire penis removed so 
that not even a stub was left. They explained to me that I would be 
impotent and that I would be horny the rest of my life unless I 
could come from prostate massages. I would have no choice. If I 
were to have sex my ass would have to be reamed. I don’t think that 
I could get used to that. I might do a lot of things though if I 
get horny enough. At 17 I was too young to give up sex but give it 
up I did!  Eventually I would have to get used to being ass 
fingered if I didn’t want to be horny all the time.  


My mask was put on and as I stood there I felt a sharp, intense 
pain in the head of my penis. As I looked down I saw that I had 
been pierced and that a ring had been inserted through the head. It 
hurt and I screamed. Blood dripped from the penis ring as I was led 
by it with a chain attached to the table in the middle of the room. 
The cameras were rolling and I was ready to receive the cut. I felt 
hands pick me up and put me on the table. My legs were spread and I 
was strapped down so that I couldn’t move. A lubricated sound was 
shoved into my urethra. I felt a cutting under my scrotum as the 
catheter was passed into my bladder and the sound was removed. I 
felt the catheter slide into me and my pee started draining from 
me. I felt shame as my piss drained into a bag and I couldn’t 
control it.

My 17 year old frame shuddered as the cutting began. Oh, how I 
hurt. There was no anesthetic what so ever and I felt every cut as 
my cock was cut out while it was still erect. The pain of the 
piercing was nothing compared to the pain of losing my cock to the 
knife. My scrotum was moved out of the way and I felt every cut and 
stitch. My penis was pulled by the new piercing ring and chain and 
was held up for everyone to see. Soon I felt the burning, stinging 
pain before the numbness as the nerves that run along the top of my 
cock were severed. After the main erect part was removed and held 
up by it’s ring and chain to the barbaric cheers of the crowd the 
deep cutting at the cock root began. The cutter was relentless and 
from the manner in which he cut I could tell that he had cut off 
cocks before. It was happening to me. ME! I wished that he would 
slow down and somehow make the pain bearable. I couldn’t control 
the pain of the deep digging. The last thing I remember before 
waking up in the plane flying back was screaming as the darkness 
closed in. 

I vaguely remember being brought to my room and put to bed by two 
beautiful guys in their 20’s. Their caresses conveyed that they 
felt sorry for me. They expressed how sorry they were that I had my 
cock cut off at 17 while still in high school. They seemed very 
familiar and then I placed them. It was the same two guys that I 
had seen yesterday at the nude beach. They were going to take care 
of me until I went home. I was cockless forever!

TO BE CONTINUED