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STRAIGHT, TESTICLES
Being an executive of a company is very impressive. But everything isn't always what they appear.
` I use to be a vice president of a relatively large advertising firm in San
Francisco. I thought I had finally made it. The pay and respect earned made me
believe so. I am now retired and still enjoy the benefits of that position. At
about the same time, I met my current wife. Kim was an assistant in the
layouts area. I thought she was very attractive, but I was still married to my
first wife of 23 years and really wasn’t looking for anything. Kim was 24 at
the time, just out of school and looking to move into something better. She
flirted with me, but I thought it was just the normal office flirting. I was
already in my late fifties and she was young enough to be my daughter. Well,
we went beyond flirting. I guess she made me feel young again and in my
position I thought it would be a perfect world. High position, lots of money,
young attractive wife. I divorced my first wife. She suspected I was having an
affair and wasn’t surprised. The settlement was quick and I was a free man. I
married Kim 3 months later. I joined the crowd of over 50 year old executives
with a wife in her 20’s. Everything seemed perfect. Kim quit her job and
stayed home so that eliminated the conflict of interest work problem. That was
10 years ago. `

Six months after our marriage on a Saturday, Kim took me to a dinner at her
friends place. Jenny and Karen lived over in Tiburon. We live in Mill Valley
and I guess Kim met them at a local health spa. We had dinner and were
relaxing in the living room. I had a number of drinks and I guess I became
quite numb. I couldn’t move very well. I was awake but in a kind of daze. They
stood me up and took me to another room. It was like I was a robot. I really
didn’t have a will of my own. Then they started to undress me. I really
couldn’t resist. It was, to use and old cliché, like being in a dream. I was
kind of wake but not really aware of what was happening. I couldn’t move or
speak.

When they had me naked, they put me on a table and had me lay down. My legs
were put into some kind of anklets and attached to some ropes hanging from the
ceiling. Kim came over and kissed me on the forehead. Then Jenny and Karen
took over. I don’t remember much but I know I felt a lot of touching and
pulling of my genital area. When they were done, Jenny held up two flesh
colored objects. My testicles. She smiled. They got me up and put a robe on
me. We went out to the car and Kim drove me home. She gave me some drink and I
passed out.

I woke up Sunday and felt a little sore in the groin area. It felt like
someone had kicked me in the balls. I reached down and rubbed and found a
bandage. Then I remembered the previous night and screamed. Kim woke up
immediately. She told me it was alright and to relax. I just asked her why?
She said she wanted to make sure I didn’t find a third wife. She liked our
life style and wanted to keep it. This would ensure it. What woman would want
a eunuch for a husband? That word really struck home, eunuch. I started to
cry. I wanted to strangle her, but what was the use. She said we could stay
together and if I wanted out, her settlement would be huge. If not, she would
tell everyone of my lack of balls. She had a video of the whole operation and
extra copies were with Jenny and Karen. Since I wasn’t restrained in any way
and was apparently awake during the whole operation, people would think it was
completely voluntary. I couldn’t believe it. But what could I do?

So my life began as a castrated male. I have since found out that Jenny is a
veterinarian with a fairly successful practice. Karen is her assistant and
lesbian lover. They gave me a drug she uses in the office. I guess it’s some
kind of powder they put in food for difficult animals. Well it also works on
humans. It puts the patient into a trance like state. Not fully asleep, but
very docile. Jenny told me later that a lot of her patients don’t even
remember anything. She has done a number of these operations. I was told over
100. In the bay area I guess it’s a fairly common request with the large gay
community. I have seen the video a number of times. Kim makes me watch it to
remind me of my situation. I really don’t need the reinforcement. I know I am
‘fixed’. The operation was pretty straight forward. A tray was placed under my
groin area and the sac was cut away with a small knife. It looked like an
x-acto knife. Some stainless steel clamps were used to hold everything open
and control the bleeding. They actually looked like long scissors with flat
ends. That looked to be the most time consuming part. I saw the testicles.
They were flesh colored with some blood veins visible. There was a kind of
fleshy connection that I guess held the spermatic cord and blood vessels. I
thought they would all be separate like three wires. But they were all
together in this common cord. It was clamped off and the final cut made as the
testicle dropped into Karen’s gloved hand. She rinsed it in some liquid and
placed it on a paper towel on the tray. The second one followed and it was
over. They used some kind of thread to tie off the cords and then removed the
clamps. I was sewed shut. It looked like an awful mess. There was some blood
and a lot of discoloration. It took several weeks before it all looked healthy
again.

The stitches came out after 10 days. Kim cut them away. I have accepted my
life now. It still appears I have it all, but the one thing I don’t have
aren’t visible. Of course my sex life has radically changed. Kim enjoys sex,
so I perform a lot of oral on her. She also purchased some vibrators and I use
them on her sometimes. As far as I know she hasn’t had any affairs with other
men. Sometimes she uses a vibrator on me and I can still have an orgasm. They
are still pretty intense but not as satisfying. I guess the loss of
testosterone lowers the enjoyment. My penis has become smaller and erections
are difficult. This may be because of my age though. When I do have an orgasm
a lot of the times my penis is not even hard. We have a vibrator that is
narrow and she puts it into my anus and against my prostate. That along with a
vibrator on my penis produces the best orgasms. I still ejaculate and that
gives me a lot of pleasure too.

Kim has since joined a kind of club. It’s a wives club of castrated
executives. Evidently there are a number of high ranking corporate executives
that are also castrated. Most of the wives are young but there are a few older
members. I have never met any of the husbands, but have seen the wives. My
wife has hosted a number of the lunches and other get togethers they have.
They of course have seen me. It was quite embarrassing the first time, but
they didn’t seem to make a big deal out of it. They are all married to
castrated males after all. I’ve heard them talk and they all seemed to have
used castration as a means to ensure their marriages. None of them have
allowed their husbands to be cosmetically corrected. I can tell you from my
experience it does make you feel insignificant. With artificial testicles I
think I would feel more like a man. So being without also serves the wives
purpose.

But that is my story. I am still married to Kim and we have a happy marriage.
I have kids from the previous marriage and that isn’t a problem. Kim hasn’t
said she wants any children yet. If and when she does, she will go to a sperm
bank for a donor. Of course nobody other than Kim and the members of that club
know about my condition. I have accepted my life as a castrated male. The
testicles were put in a jar with some preservative. Jenny has them. Kim didn’t
want them. So they are on display in a cabinet with about 50 others. I guess
not all wives want them back. I haven’t seen them since the operation, but
Jenny sent a picture of them in the glass jar. She says Kim can have them
anytime she wants. She never offers them to me.  

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