Tempest
09-20-2009, 3:41 AM
read this without cringing
nsfw
Is it too young to castrate a 19-year-old boy? For some boys it is, but I’ve been dreaming of losing my balls since I was 15. Ever since then, I’ve spent many hours playing with my nuts, squeezing them, slapping them, tying strings around them until they turned purple.
Let me tell you about myself. I’m a pretty cute boy, if you don’t mind me saying so. I’m about 5 feet 9 inches tall, weigh 145 pounds, with light brown hair. Slim, but not skinny. I’m smooth, with very little body hair. My dick is kinda small, but I’m uncut, which turns on a lot of guys. And I’ve got a lovely set of balls that hang nice and low, making them real easy to grab.
When I discovered the Eunuch Archive, it was as if a bright light had been switched on. I wasn’t the only one who thought about this! I devoured all the stories, jacking off as I read about guys losing their nuts. It was heaven.
So what was it that turned me on so much? First off, the idea of someone doing it to me makes me incredibly hard. I pictured myself strapped down on a table as some guy slices into my ballsack, seeing my balls dangle before they get snipped off.
But it was more than that. Somehow, the idea that my dick would stay soft forever is a major turn-on. Don’t ask me why, but it is. I’ve always been a total bottom, loving it when guys shove their big cocks into my asshole. I can have them bang away for hours, with my cock lying limp on my stomach. I don’t even care if I ejaculate after a good fucking session.
Then I discovered the Archive Chat in the Archive. I started contacting other guys who wanted to lose their balls. One of them was Ken, who was planning on using a burdizzo clamp to destroy his balls. He even had the clamp and was just waiting for the painkiller to arrive in a few days before castrating himself.
Ken knew everything about castration. He was obsessed with it too, and had done a lot of studying. He knew exactly what to do, and soon I began thinking of visiting Ken.
Besides castration, Ken told me about something called a urethral reroute. That turned me on too. He said he could make a new pisshole for me between my ballsack and asshole. I’d have to sit down like a girl to take a piss. What a hot idea! Maybe some day I could get my cock cut off and be totally smooth. At his suggestion, I started sitting to piss from then on. I loved it, except that I usually had an erection from the whole idea, making it hard to point my cock into the bowl.
Before I knew it, I was on a bus to see Ken. I was so fucking excited I couldn’t think about anything else. When he opened his front door, I practically jumped him to give him a hug and kiss. I really like older guys, especially guys with hair on their bodies, so I found Ken really attractive.
That day, Ken showed me what he had done. He dropped his shorts and told me to put my hand under his ballsack and feel his nuts. When I did, I noticed his balls seemed kind of cold, and maybe a little small too. “They’ve been cold since I burdizzoed myself last week,” he said with a smile.
Ken went to a drawer and pulled out a silver-colored instrument. “This is what I used,” he said, handing me the burdizzo clamp. It was a little smaller than I thought it would be. As Ken demonstrated how it opened and closed, I felt my cock swelling in my jeans.
We talked for hours that day, discussing the meaning of being castrated with the burdizzo clamp. Ken explained that gradually, I would lose the ability to gain erections. My cum would start getting clearer, and less of it would shoot out. Body hair would stop growing, and maybe what little I had would fall out. My balls would shrivel up the size of raisins, and my sack would shrink closer to my body.
I told him of my long-held fantasy of being castrated. To me, the ideal life would be to serve as a pleasure toy for an older man who would take care of me. I pictured myself after the castration, with a tiny dick dangling over an empty sack, my body smooth and hairless. My daddy would wrap his strong arms around me and fuck away at me from behind, grunting when he shot his cum deep into my rectum. Then we’d fall asleep, with him still holding me.
Ken was convinced. “Yeah, 19 is really young, but I believe you sincerely want this,” he said with a smile. “When should we begin?”
My heart leaped. “Why not right now? I don’t want to wait!” I said in an excited voice. “Okay,” said Ken. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”
My heart thumped in my chest as I watched Ken gather his supplies. He stripped the four-poster bed of everything but a fitted sheet. Then he tied nylon ropes to each of the posts.
Everything looked ready to start. “Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed, Bob.”
In a flash, my clothes were in a pile and I was on top of the bed, looking at the ceiling. Ken tied the ropes around my wrists, then my ankles. I was spread-eagled, with my cock harder than I had ever seen it. Ken smiled as he grabbed my shaft and milked it until a drop of precum oozed from its tip.
“First, I’m going to give your sack a shot of xylocaine to numb it,” he said, picking up a hypodermic needle. It stung a little as he injected me, but soon I felt a warmth spreading through my sack. Ken felt around my ballsack, checking out the position of my nuts.
“Do you feel that?” he asked, squeezing my left ball. “Nope, not a thing,” he said. “Okay, we’re ready begin then,” Ken said, picking up the silver clamp.
I felt the blood pounding in my ears as Ken manipulated my sack with his left hand. “I need to move the cords to where I can clamp them properly,” he told me. “Ah, that’s just right,” he said after a couple of minutes passed.
I watched as Ken opened the burdizzo wide and clamped it against my sack. Without any warning, he squeezed it hard. I could feel a pinching sensation, but no pain. “Right now, the clamp is crushing the cord ,” he said, holding the silver instrument tightly in place. “In about a minute, the cord will be permanently damaged and unable to feed blood to your right ball.”
Long seconds passed as Ken maintained his strong grip on the handles of the clamp. “That should do it,” he said, opening the burdizzo and releasing my sack. I could see a deep indentation in my scrotum from where the clamp had crushed my right cord.
“Time to finish the job, Bob,” he said, manipulating the left side of my sack. Sweat was pouring off my forehead. In a few seconds, I would be a total eunuch. No going back now.
The burdizzo bit into my sack a second time. I looked up at Ken, who was smiling down at me. His right hand was tightly wrapped around the handles of the clamp as it squeezed the life out of my left ball. “Another 30 seconds. I want to be sure the cord is completely dead,” he said.
I closed my eyes and imagined myself as I would soon be, a eunuch with a tiny limp cock. I had been waiting years for this moment, and now my dream was coming true.
“Time’s up!” said Ken cheerfully as he released the clamp for the last time. I opened my eyes and looked down at my sack, which now had two deep indentations.
“How does it feel to be a eunuch?” asked Ken with a smile.
“Awesome!” I answered, the idea slowly sinking in. He untied my wrists and ankles, then got a blanket and covered me with it.
“You get some sleep now, Bob,” he said softly, kissing my cheek. “Your body needs some rest.”
A while later I woke up to find Ken sitting on the bed, naked.
“How are you feeling?,” he asked.
“Well, my balls are hurting a little,” I responded.
“Yeah, the painkiller is wearing off. I’ll give you some pills that should help,” Ken said.
After I swallowed the pills, Ken took the blanket off me and gently examined my sack. “Your balls are slowly dying right now, Bob. They’ve been starved of blood for a couple of hours. Nothing could be done to save them at this point.”
I smiled at the idea. “Thank you so much, Ken,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” he said, squeezing my limp dick and playing with its foreskin. In a few seconds, my cock began growing.
Ken got a bottle of lube from the top of the dresser and dripped some of it on his finger. He slipped it into my asshole, and soon I was moaning in pleasure as he stroked my rigid cock.
Ken climbed on the bed and lifted my feet onto his shoulders. He positioned his cock against my asshole and pushed himself into me. We both groaned as his shaft sank inside.
As Ken pumped my ass, I jacked off. Usually my dick stays limp while I’m being fucked, but the excitement of this day kept me really hard. Before long, a huge wad of cum was spurting over my stomach and chest.
Ken pulled out just before cumming, and held his cock over my crotch. A second later, white semen was splattering on my ballsack. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” he said.
As Ken held me, he said that he had been having few erections lately. “This whole scene really turned me on. That’s why I was able to get hard for you,” he whispered in my ear.
A couple days later, Ken did my urethral reroute. First, he pushed this long rod into my pisshole. Then, he cut a hole below my ballsack, and pushed a catheter inside until it reached my bladder. He could remove the catheter after my new pisshole had healed.
Well, it’s been a couple months since my castration, and everything Ken said has turned out true. My dick rarely gets hard anymore, and my cum is almost clear when I do ejaculate. My body hair seems to be going away, too. And I love sitting down to piss from my new hole.
Best of all, my nuts are getting smaller. I’ve started placing ads on the Internet for guys looking for a teenage eunuch. I’m getting lots of responses, too. It looks like I’m going to enjoy my new life.
nsfw
Is it too young to castrate a 19-year-old boy? For some boys it is, but I’ve been dreaming of losing my balls since I was 15. Ever since then, I’ve spent many hours playing with my nuts, squeezing them, slapping them, tying strings around them until they turned purple.
Let me tell you about myself. I’m a pretty cute boy, if you don’t mind me saying so. I’m about 5 feet 9 inches tall, weigh 145 pounds, with light brown hair. Slim, but not skinny. I’m smooth, with very little body hair. My dick is kinda small, but I’m uncut, which turns on a lot of guys. And I’ve got a lovely set of balls that hang nice and low, making them real easy to grab.
When I discovered the Eunuch Archive, it was as if a bright light had been switched on. I wasn’t the only one who thought about this! I devoured all the stories, jacking off as I read about guys losing their nuts. It was heaven.
So what was it that turned me on so much? First off, the idea of someone doing it to me makes me incredibly hard. I pictured myself strapped down on a table as some guy slices into my ballsack, seeing my balls dangle before they get snipped off.
But it was more than that. Somehow, the idea that my dick would stay soft forever is a major turn-on. Don’t ask me why, but it is. I’ve always been a total bottom, loving it when guys shove their big cocks into my asshole. I can have them bang away for hours, with my cock lying limp on my stomach. I don’t even care if I ejaculate after a good fucking session.
Then I discovered the Archive Chat in the Archive. I started contacting other guys who wanted to lose their balls. One of them was Ken, who was planning on using a burdizzo clamp to destroy his balls. He even had the clamp and was just waiting for the painkiller to arrive in a few days before castrating himself.
Ken knew everything about castration. He was obsessed with it too, and had done a lot of studying. He knew exactly what to do, and soon I began thinking of visiting Ken.
Besides castration, Ken told me about something called a urethral reroute. That turned me on too. He said he could make a new pisshole for me between my ballsack and asshole. I’d have to sit down like a girl to take a piss. What a hot idea! Maybe some day I could get my cock cut off and be totally smooth. At his suggestion, I started sitting to piss from then on. I loved it, except that I usually had an erection from the whole idea, making it hard to point my cock into the bowl.
Before I knew it, I was on a bus to see Ken. I was so fucking excited I couldn’t think about anything else. When he opened his front door, I practically jumped him to give him a hug and kiss. I really like older guys, especially guys with hair on their bodies, so I found Ken really attractive.
That day, Ken showed me what he had done. He dropped his shorts and told me to put my hand under his ballsack and feel his nuts. When I did, I noticed his balls seemed kind of cold, and maybe a little small too. “They’ve been cold since I burdizzoed myself last week,” he said with a smile.
Ken went to a drawer and pulled out a silver-colored instrument. “This is what I used,” he said, handing me the burdizzo clamp. It was a little smaller than I thought it would be. As Ken demonstrated how it opened and closed, I felt my cock swelling in my jeans.
We talked for hours that day, discussing the meaning of being castrated with the burdizzo clamp. Ken explained that gradually, I would lose the ability to gain erections. My cum would start getting clearer, and less of it would shoot out. Body hair would stop growing, and maybe what little I had would fall out. My balls would shrivel up the size of raisins, and my sack would shrink closer to my body.
I told him of my long-held fantasy of being castrated. To me, the ideal life would be to serve as a pleasure toy for an older man who would take care of me. I pictured myself after the castration, with a tiny dick dangling over an empty sack, my body smooth and hairless. My daddy would wrap his strong arms around me and fuck away at me from behind, grunting when he shot his cum deep into my rectum. Then we’d fall asleep, with him still holding me.
Ken was convinced. “Yeah, 19 is really young, but I believe you sincerely want this,” he said with a smile. “When should we begin?”
My heart leaped. “Why not right now? I don’t want to wait!” I said in an excited voice. “Okay,” said Ken. “Let’s go into the bedroom.”
My heart thumped in my chest as I watched Ken gather his supplies. He stripped the four-poster bed of everything but a fitted sheet. Then he tied nylon ropes to each of the posts.
Everything looked ready to start. “Take off your clothes and lie down on the bed, Bob.”
In a flash, my clothes were in a pile and I was on top of the bed, looking at the ceiling. Ken tied the ropes around my wrists, then my ankles. I was spread-eagled, with my cock harder than I had ever seen it. Ken smiled as he grabbed my shaft and milked it until a drop of precum oozed from its tip.
“First, I’m going to give your sack a shot of xylocaine to numb it,” he said, picking up a hypodermic needle. It stung a little as he injected me, but soon I felt a warmth spreading through my sack. Ken felt around my ballsack, checking out the position of my nuts.
“Do you feel that?” he asked, squeezing my left ball. “Nope, not a thing,” he said. “Okay, we’re ready begin then,” Ken said, picking up the silver clamp.
I felt the blood pounding in my ears as Ken manipulated my sack with his left hand. “I need to move the cords to where I can clamp them properly,” he told me. “Ah, that’s just right,” he said after a couple of minutes passed.
I watched as Ken opened the burdizzo wide and clamped it against my sack. Without any warning, he squeezed it hard. I could feel a pinching sensation, but no pain. “Right now, the clamp is crushing the cord ,” he said, holding the silver instrument tightly in place. “In about a minute, the cord will be permanently damaged and unable to feed blood to your right ball.”
Long seconds passed as Ken maintained his strong grip on the handles of the clamp. “That should do it,” he said, opening the burdizzo and releasing my sack. I could see a deep indentation in my scrotum from where the clamp had crushed my right cord.
“Time to finish the job, Bob,” he said, manipulating the left side of my sack. Sweat was pouring off my forehead. In a few seconds, I would be a total eunuch. No going back now.
The burdizzo bit into my sack a second time. I looked up at Ken, who was smiling down at me. His right hand was tightly wrapped around the handles of the clamp as it squeezed the life out of my left ball. “Another 30 seconds. I want to be sure the cord is completely dead,” he said.
I closed my eyes and imagined myself as I would soon be, a eunuch with a tiny limp cock. I had been waiting years for this moment, and now my dream was coming true.
“Time’s up!” said Ken cheerfully as he released the clamp for the last time. I opened my eyes and looked down at my sack, which now had two deep indentations.
“How does it feel to be a eunuch?” asked Ken with a smile.
“Awesome!” I answered, the idea slowly sinking in. He untied my wrists and ankles, then got a blanket and covered me with it.
“You get some sleep now, Bob,” he said softly, kissing my cheek. “Your body needs some rest.”
A while later I woke up to find Ken sitting on the bed, naked.
“How are you feeling?,” he asked.
“Well, my balls are hurting a little,” I responded.
“Yeah, the painkiller is wearing off. I’ll give you some pills that should help,” Ken said.
After I swallowed the pills, Ken took the blanket off me and gently examined my sack. “Your balls are slowly dying right now, Bob. They’ve been starved of blood for a couple of hours. Nothing could be done to save them at this point.”
I smiled at the idea. “Thank you so much, Ken,” I said.
“Don’t mention it,” he said, squeezing my limp dick and playing with its foreskin. In a few seconds, my cock began growing.
Ken got a bottle of lube from the top of the dresser and dripped some of it on his finger. He slipped it into my asshole, and soon I was moaning in pleasure as he stroked my rigid cock.
Ken climbed on the bed and lifted my feet onto his shoulders. He positioned his cock against my asshole and pushed himself into me. We both groaned as his shaft sank inside.
As Ken pumped my ass, I jacked off. Usually my dick stays limp while I’m being fucked, but the excitement of this day kept me really hard. Before long, a huge wad of cum was spurting over my stomach and chest.
Ken pulled out just before cumming, and held his cock over my crotch. A second later, white semen was splattering on my ballsack. “Oh, fuck, yeah!” he said.
As Ken held me, he said that he had been having few erections lately. “This whole scene really turned me on. That’s why I was able to get hard for you,” he whispered in my ear.
A couple days later, Ken did my urethral reroute. First, he pushed this long rod into my pisshole. Then, he cut a hole below my ballsack, and pushed a catheter inside until it reached my bladder. He could remove the catheter after my new pisshole had healed.
Well, it’s been a couple months since my castration, and everything Ken said has turned out true. My dick rarely gets hard anymore, and my cum is almost clear when I do ejaculate. My body hair seems to be going away, too. And I love sitting down to piss from my new hole.
Best of all, my nuts are getting smaller. I’ve started placing ads on the Internet for guys looking for a teenage eunuch. I’m getting lots of responses, too. It looks like I’m going to enjoy my new life.