I decide that castration by burdizzo is the best method for me: no surgery and relatively safe. I contact a man who is prepared to do it and says he has done several others, all successfully. I arrive at his house late one afternoon. I have a small bag of overnight things as we have arranged I should stay until the next day. When he opens the door, I am favourably impressed by his smart casual appearance and competent manner. He asks if I would like a drink after my journey and we sit for a while in his lounge, drinking a beer or two. We chat about this and that, all casual stuff but not about why I am there. We both feel a bit awkward never having met before. After we run out of small talk, he asks if I would like to go next door and get undressed and he leads me into a bedroom. I strip down to my underpants which are the tight short shorts style, both supportive and revealing and sit on the edge of the bed. He undresses completely. I can see he is quite aroused. He says 'I think you need to relax and make the most of your balls for the last time,' and he winks. I feel relieved by this, a bit less tense and, when he lies down on the bed and reaches for me, I am content to lie alongside him. His hand brushes the front of my short shorts underpants and I feel myself respond immediately. I can see the bulge appear. The strange thing is I have never, ever done anything like this with another man before but somehow it feels right. I think it is because he is soon to perform the most intimate act on my balls that he possibly could so a little physical contact first is understandable. I watch with fascination as his cock gets even bigger and the head turns from bright red to purple. The tip starts to get wet and he gently takes my hand and puts it around his shaft. I am very pleased that he has shaved off all his pubic hair; the effect is very erotic and also somehow innocent. Meantime, he has slipped his other hand under the elastic and into my shorts. His fingers have slid down my cock and he has neatly grasped it and popped it upwards so that,as it now grows alarmingly in size, the tip peeks up over the elasticated top of my shorts. His fingers now fondle my balls still inside my shorts and gently knead and squeeze them. I know I am about to come. I put my hand over his to restrain him from bringing me off too soon. I say 'Will you do something for me?' He says 'Sure.' I say 'Will you take me from behind, up my ass. I've never had that before.' He says 'You really want to make this one to remember. OK. Your little virgin ass will be tight, I'll try not to hurt you but you'll be real stretched. Do you want me to wear anything?' 'No, I want to feel you spurting inside me.' He flips me over, face down and puts a pillow under my belly to raise my ass. I feel his strong but gentle hands pull down my undershorts and I kick them off from around my ankles. I can't see him but I think he must have gone to get some cream or something because I next feel his fingers part my rear cheeks and put some lube on my opening. Next thing, he is on top of me from behind. He lowers his weight gently and I immediately feel his cock as he pushes it against my tight little ass opening. I feel my resistance and try to will myself to relax there. Next thing, he's in. First the tip and then his shaft are easing into me. God, it feels like a fire-hose nozzle! Is that really him? He is SO hard. I feel like I'm being stretched and also split apart. I know you shouldn't go too deep in the butt but he feels as if he is going deeper and deeper. Good job he lubed his cock, too. Finally, I feel his shaved pubic mound against my ass cheeks. How deep is that! Meanwhile, his hands have been busy at the front of me, holding and squeezing my cock and balls. Not that they needed any encouragement. I have a a raging hard-on despite, or maybe because of, the violation of my ass. My hands are reaching behind me, holding his bare buttocks as well as I can to help him stay on me. God, he starts pumping me. In, out, in, out; I swear I'm going to split apart. He grunts and I cry out. Suddenly he stops, there's a pause and I feel him gush into me. Now he's filling me with his sperm, on and on it comes; it feels like a tidal wave. And I come too; over his loving fingers and hands. Afterwards we lie there for a while, him still tight in me. I swear I can feel him growing hard again. But he's the perfect gentleman and pulls out, but slowly and carefully. After we've showered together, he gets some more beers and I sit on the edge of the bed with him, getting my breath back. Suddenly, the post-coital depression hits me and I sag. He puts his arm around me, I never knew another man could be so gentle, and kisses me on the eyelids. He says 'You've made the most of that, the last time with your balls. Ready for the next stage?' I nod. He eases me on my back flat on the bed and pulls my legs apart. He asks me to hold my cock up safely out of the way. He says 'I don't want to stump you; not accidentally anyway!' He gets the burdizzo; God, I didn't know it was so big, it looks huge. He lovingly pulls down on my sac to spread it out and puts the cold, hard jaws against one side directly under where it joins my body. He opens the jaws and I shut my eyes. I feel a tremendous pressure, more like a blow than a pinch. I think my nerves are a bit numbed. Then the feeling comes back as he continues to squeeze down on the fourteen inch handles just as hard as he can and rock the jaws back and forth to make sure the cords and veins are thoroughly clamped shut. I'm gasping by now and tears are running down my cheeks. Strange, though; my cock is standing straight up The he moves to the other side. I'm really trying to twist away from him now but he must be used to that as he presses down with one hand on my belly to steady me as aligns the jaws with the other side of my scrotum. Then, crunch, I really heard it that time. It's the sound they say a burdizzo makes that users of it so like; the sound of biting through fresh crisp celery signifying that those cords are well and truly disabled. My cock erupts with maybe the last of my sperm. As he removes the clamp, I begin to sob quietly overcome by the thought of what I have lost. He holds me and cuddles me and murmurs reassurances. Of course, he is used to this: he has castrated quite a few of us. Us? Eunuchs; I'm one of that band now, no going back. Amazingly, I feel myself hardening again as he holds me. A little while ago I wouldn't have thought it possible so soon - or, perhaps, ever again. He laughs and caresses me gently. He reminds me that I've still got a lot of testosterone in me. It'll be a while before it all goes. He gently pushes my head down towards his cock; it's raging hard again. I have no hesitation in slipping my eager lips around it and tonguing and licking his warm, wet fluid. He comes all in a rush and a spurt down my throat. I swallow, its really quite good, and lick and swallow again. Then he puts his lips to my cock and eases my tension. Later, exhausted by all that's gone on, I go to bed. Half asleep, I am aware of him sliding in next to me and I feel his warmth. During the night, I have to visit the bathroom and I examine my sac. There are two very deep grooves from right to left and left to right across the top. Below that, my sac is cold and blue looking. I work out it's been about seven hours since my castration so my balls are probably pretty well dead by now. Later, I awake and he is not there but he comes in shortly with a cup of coffee for me. He is naked and I feel my early morning erection bulging the sheets. He notices and laughs. 'Still horny, huh? Make the most of it.' He slides in beside me and we forget the coffee as we cuddle again. He caresses me and I stroke him. His expert fingers feel my cold dead sac. He nods with approval and asks if I hurt. I say no, just a little bruised. Oh, and my ass is sore! He laughs. I ask him to please take me again there. I need to feel that violation, that affirmation that now I am a receptacle for another's lust available as and when he wants, or maybe as and when SHE wants, but not an instigator - not ever again. © 2006 by P Rosier