For Danny
PENECTOMY, TESTICLES
Danny is 20 years old, and has waited a long time to lose his cock and balls. The big day finally arrives.
How long have you known that this day would arrive, Danny? Since 
    the initial stirrings of puberty, when that first erection sprung 
    free? Or since you first glanced with delight around the locker 
    room at the handsome young men, with their hard bodies and dangling 
    cocks?
    
    How many hours did you spend alone in your room, imagining those 
    same cocks in your mouth, or in your ass? It never took long before 
    a ribbon of semen lay across your stomach and chest. You dipped 
    your fingers in the sticky white fluid and tasted it, pretending it 
    came from Jason or Billy or Steve, or some other boy whose name you 
    did not know. 
    
    But those hours masturbating also awoke another urge within you, 
    Danny. While you loved the feel of your hard cock in your hand, and 
    the look of your balls hanging snug in their sack, you also wanted 
    them to be gone. You couldn’t explain it, but you knew some day you 
    would lose them, and the thought made you harder than ever.
    
    A leather strap around your sack makes your balls bulge tight 
    against the skin. You pick up a small knife and gently push its 
    point against the captive orbs. The sharp sting makes you stop, but 
    the thrill is great. You repeat the action up and down the shaft of 
    your cock, each time noticing how your penis swells in response to 
    the probing of the knife. Some day, some day, you keep repeating.
    
    You begin college at a beautiful campus in the Shenandoah Valley, 
    with beautiful boys, too. A 20th birthday arrives also. You are a 
    man now, but men have cocks and balls and you want to be different. 
    You think of castration each night, as you stroke your shaft and 
    squeeze your scrotum. Soon, you repeat, wiping your cum from your 
    chest. Soon it will stop being a fantasy and become real.
    
    Then came the day you read the posting on the Internet. It sounded 
    genuine as you read the details – his long experience in castrating 
    boys and men. He lived only a few hours away, and you knew that 
    soon you would visit him. 
    
    The arrangements were simple, and your overnight bag was packed. 
    Then you stroke your cock, moving deliberately so that you can 
    remember each sensation. You ejaculate, a spasm of pleasure you 
    have experienced hundreds of times before, but this time is 
    different. This time there will be no more.
    
    The train ride wasn’t long but it seemed like forever to you, 
    Danny. Your heart wouldn’t stop pounding. Under your jeans a cock 
    strained for release, rigid at the thought that it would soon be 
    freed from its long bondage. Your balls pressed tightly up against 
    it, knowing they too would soon be released from their sack.
    
    A pleasant house in a tree-filled neigborhood. Could any of  the 
    neighbors possibly guess what went on in within those walls? 
    Michael prided himself in doing a good job, separating young men 
    from their genitals. He provided a service that few others were 
    willing to perform, and today you would become his latest client.
    
    The house was decorated nicely, you thought. Except for the master 
    bedroom, the house was like any other. But that room was where you 
    soon would lie, a lifetime of longing about to end. You were 
    trembling, but you also knew that you wouldn’t walk out the front 
    door, either. It felt right that you were in this house.
    
    You removed each item of clothing carefully, placing them on top of 
    the dresser. You stared at yourself in the mirror – a penis, 
    swollen and rigid, and below it a sack tightly drawn up. You knew 
    you would never see this image again, and the thought made you a 
    little sad, but at the same time very happy.
    
    Climbing on the metal table, you put your arms against your body, 
    feeling Michael tying the leather straps around your wrists. Your 
    feet are soon up in stirrups, held there by more straps. A pillow 
    beneath you raises your groin even higher, so that he could easily 
    do what he needed. 
    
    You look at the light shining down on you, as you feel the cold 
    liquid being applied to your cock and balls. You feel surprisingly 
    calm, even though a sharp needle is soon invading your groin, 
    numbing any sensation. Neither pleasure nor pain will ever emerge 
    from your genitals again.
    
    A pillow props up your head and you watch as Michael begins. He 
    cuts around your sack, carefully but purposefully. A cotton swaps 
    absorbs the trickle of blood that follows the scalpel. Your 
    testicle looks different than you imagined, somehow smaller and 
    less round. It dangles from its stalk but not for long; a few more 
    cuts and it lies in Michael’s hand. He shows it to you and you 
    smile. Only a few minutes pass before its twin has also been freed. 
    You look at them as they sit together in a glass container. Then 
    you feel a tug at your penis.
    
    Without your balls the penis now seems useless, so you feel no 
    regret as you watch the steel instrument cutting into the head. 
    Michael is skillful, slicing the shaft vertically around the 
    catheter. The strips of flesh lie on your stomach, moving up and 
    down as you breathe. Soon, only the plastic tube can be seen 
    emerging from your middle.
    
    The surgery that follows takes much longer, but your interest is 
    already waning. The purpose of your visit has been accomplished. 
    Your new life is about to begin. 
    
    At one time you feared loneliness would follow your change, but 
    this proves not to be so. You still desire the company of other 
    men, and they still desire you. Some still have their cocks and 
    balls, and others do not. But you find one another, and you are 
    happy in what you have become.
    
    You waited 20 years, Danny. But many more years than that will now 
    follow, and the thought makes you very happy.