Eunuch (I)

This is not an ordinary story; it is a tale I wrote in the past, and it can be said to be an update.

It is not my story, but it concerns me. I am talking about a member of this page whose identity I will not reveal for two reasons. The first is that although I can say it, I will not, and the second is that, although he has come to terms with his castration, he still does not feel comfortable admitting it in public.

But before I begin, I will make a few points. Castration is something very serious; if you only lose your balls, do not count on your cock getting hard again, because it will not. It shrinks until it has a micro size, smaller than your little finger.

Another detail is that if you have diabetes or circulatory diseases, do not try it; the risk of death from septicemia is very high.

Ideally, it should be done after the age of 60, not before; at that age the cock usually already starts to fail and it does not affect you much.

And with that said, I will begin my story. At that time I was a Master; I had not yet been enslaved and I thought I was very manly, a gross mistake.

One day a slave contacted me. Most wanted normal things, and more than one had sucked my cock or I had fucked him in the ass, but this one was different; this one wanted something different. He wanted to be castrated.

First I questioned him; I knew the technique, but I did not want to be in contact with a madman or with someone setting a trap for me. And the fact is that castration can only be done by a surgeon, but I knew the process that led to it.

Once satisfied, and after explaining the pros and cons of the process to him, I explained the technique. In itself it was very simple: I made him tie his balls with a thread and timed how long to do it.

It is a technique that can obtain results in a single day, but I preferred to go slowly in case he regretted it, though it must be said in his honor that he was a very disciplined slave.

And so the adventure began.