Eunuch (II)

The treatment was always the same. Gradually, I would time him for longer, and periodically, I would ask him if he wanted to stop. I knew there would come a moment when stopping would be useless, when there would be no remedy, but he was very disciplined or did not properly grasp the consequences.

Little by little, he began noticing changes in himself. His cock was softer, his semen more watery, it was harder for him to come. His balls felt less firm; the continuous lack of blood flow was taking its toll.

There came a point when he began to notice that he could not come or feel anything. I told him to go to a specialist, who confirmed what was expected: his balls were dead, and an operation was scheduled.

But there were two things he had not told me. The first was that he was diabetic; that was a problem at the circulatory level. The second was that he did risky practices with his cock, and that was going to precipitate things.

Because that is quite common: many slaves hide things from their Masters, and mine was no exception. One afternoon he called me very nervous because his cock and balls were very dark. I suspected what it was and sent him to the ER.

My intuition saved his life: sepsis. He was operated on urgently, and his cock and balls were removed. It was not what I had wanted, but there was no other choice.

Today he is castrated; at first he took it terribly, but he is getting used to it. I keep him in my personal contacts under the name Null. What he is. I am still his Master.