Part 4: The Removal

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Part 4: Removal

8:45 pm

Josh was telling me I was doing great, asking if I was ok, and so on.  I wasn’t listening.  My head was spinning.  I was excited and terrified, and I was staring at my cock in the mirror knowing that these were the last minutes I was going to see it there.  The slaves finished cleaning me up and dried me off.  The dark-haired one came back and wiped my cock, balls and groin with some sort of antiseptic solution.  It was cold.  He smiled at me and mouthed “you’ll be ok.”

Co**** returned to the stool between my legs.  A table with instruments on it was brought next to me.  “We are ready for the removal, now.” Co**** said looking to Josh. “Marc, all you need to do is focus on nice deep breaths.  It’s up to you if you watch or close your eyes.”

“I’m going to inject a medication that will cause an erection.”  The blonde slave handed Co**** a syringe.  “Little pinch.” He inserted the needle into the side of my cock and slowly depressed the plunger.  It didn’t really hurt.  After he rubbed my penis up and down for a minute or so.  Even though I had just cum a number of times, my cock slowly began to respond.  Over the next 5 minutes or so it got harder.

“Elastrator.”  The slave handed him the device already loaded with the elastrator band.  Co**** put it over my penis and pulled the loose skin to get it as close to my body as possible.  “Deep breath, Marc.”  I did as I told, and he released the trigger.  The band snapped to around my cock.  I sucked my teeth a bit…it hurt.  I’d never been banded before.  Josh squeezed my hand.  He was smiling, and hard.  Co**** reloaded the elastrator and put a second band right next to the first around my cock.

“We will leave it like that for a few minutes before we proceed to make it a bit easier on Marc,” Co**** said. “Get the instruments I need laid out,” he said to the slaves.  “Let’s go check up on your boy, Dave, while we wait.” Co****, the other dom, and Josh all left.  The slaves were busy at the side.  I was left staring up in the mirror at my cock as it slowly turned purple. It was really about to happen.

9:15pm

When they returned, Co**** put on a pair of gloves and said, “well that looks ready.”  He squeezed my penis.  It was at least somewhat numb.  “Check the restraints,” he said.  The slaves checked each of the straps holding me. The blonde slave placed a sheet over my stomach.  There was a hole in it, and my penis was pulled through the hole.  Co**** picked up two knives from the instrument table and touched my cock with one.  I could still feel the cold steel.  I guess it wasn’t as numb as I thought.  I started to breathe hard and whimper.

“Do you want him gagged, Josh, or not?” Co**** asked.  “No gag” my husband said.  His eyes were wide; he was stroking his cock.

Co**** put down the smaller of the two knives he was holding.  He held the head of my cock down with his left hand and placed the blade of the knife on the base of my penis.  I was going wild even before he began to slide the blade across my dick.  I had no idea what to expect.  At first I felt very little, then the first shock of pain hit me.  “Yiiii, fuck!” I cried.  He made a second pass with the knife.  “Oww…it hurts,” I screamed.  No one paid attention. The slave began dabbing away blood, my blood. After 3 or 4 passes from the knife, I could begin to see a rift where my penis was being cut off.  Josh was stroking and dripping precum.  “Fuck yeah, they’re cutting it off,” he said when he looked at me.  Co**** used a cauterizing tool then for a few minutes, and then returned to the knife.

It was even worse now as he went deeper into my cock.  I was just screaming nonsense effectively.  He would cut, the slaves would daub blood and he would cauterize.  When he paused again to cauterize, he announced that he was halfway through.  The next pass with the knife seared all the way through my body. I was shaking and sweating and swearing. I was breathing so hard yet couldn’t catch my breath.  The pain was insane; so much more intense than I had expected.  Again there was a pause while the slave daubed away blood. My crotch felt like it was on fire or that a thousand needles were being jabbed in me.

“Josh, hold the penis by the head now,” Co**** said.  My husband took hold of my cock head with one hand.  He was stroking his cock with the other.  I could see that my dick was nearly severed all the way through.  There were just two more swift pulls of the knife and another horrible stab of pain, and my husband was holding my severed penis in his hand.  He ejaculated on the floor, steam after stream while he looked at my lifeless dick.

Part 3: The milking

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Part 3: The milking

Approximately 8pm

Josh was at my side still smiling broadly.  He asked if I was ready, and I said yes.  He asked if it was ok if someone else was there to watch…I was a bit confused, but he said that this guy was here with his sub who had been castrated.  I said it was fine as I didn’t really care.  It was at that time that I realized that through the double doors I could see the table with stirrups waiting.  My knees buckled a bit.  Josh caught my arm and said it was ok, and started to lead me forward.  I just let it all happen, determined to just go with it.

As I entered the room, I saw Co****, a young dark-haired olive-skinned guy who I took to be his third slave, and another man in his mid or late 30s (clearly the dom of John who had been castrated).  The slaves closed and locked the doors behind me.  Josh helped me onto the table.  I saw another table off to the side with all sorts of equipment and an instrument tray.  As I was laid back, I saw myself in the mirror on the ceiling over the table.  Three leather straps were fastened over my stomach and chest.  A strap was placed over my forehead. My wrists were attached to rings above my head.  I was breathing heavy.  I tried to look around frantically for Josh.  He was right there with his hand on me, telling me to relax, just breathe.  He told me he loved me.

My legs were lifted into the stirrups and straps were tightened around each one.  I couldn’t move at all.  Co**** was at the side of the table. “We’re going to milk you now, Marc, like we talked about”.  Co**** sat on a stool between my legs as he put on latex gloves.  A slave put lube on his fingers.  I’m going to find your prostate now.  He pushed his index and middle finger in my anus and probed around.  My cock bounced when he rubbed against my prostate.  He concentrated and did it a few more times. “I’m going to massage the prostate to get his seminal fluid flowing.”  He rubbed my prostate for about a minute before he said that there was precum present and that it was time to continue. He told one of the slaves to give him the “6”.  He brought a sliver anal probe with a slight curve at the end from the side table and handed it to Co****. The slaves applied some lubricant to the probe.  I was told to take a deep breath and push out.  As I did, he slid it in. I could see it clearly in the mirror.  It was large but not huge and went in pretty easily.  Josh was next to my head and held my hand. The probe was shaped so that once it was in my anus tightened around it like a plug.  Co**** removed the gloves and stood up.

He attached a sticky electrode pad to the area just behind my balls.  The blonde slave then connected the electrode leads from the probe and the pad wires that ran over to the side table.  “Bring over the suction tube.”  The third slave pulled a swing arm from the wall over the table.  There was a clear hose that ran along the arm and hung down from the end.  The slave attached a clear plastic tube about 12 inches long by 2.5 inches in diameter to hose.  A rubbery sleeve was placed inside the clear tube.  The slave put lube on my penis and said ‘ready.’  “Suction” said Co****.  I heard the click of a switch and then heard a mechanical sound like a compressor in the distance.  The rubber sleeve tightened in the tube.  Co**** guided the tube over my cock and it sucked it in.  The sound in the distance changed to a more rhymical “buzz, whoosh, buzz, whoosh” and the tube began to slide up and down my hardening cock.

“Josh, I’m going to start the electro ejaculation on Marc now.  He’ll feel a pulse about once every 30 seconds.  They will build in intensity each time until he ejaculates and then reset and start again. Are you ok, Marc?”  I managed some sort of response.  He said something like “Power level 1, 5 by 30, increasing, pattern scrape” to the slave at the side table, who turned some knobs. “Ready” he said.  “Go” replied Co**** and the slave flipped a switch.  I immediately felt a tingling in my rectum around the probe and a throbbing through my cock.  I was now fully erect.  It stopped after a few seconds.  The stroking suction thing continued up and down my cock.  The tingling came again, a bit harder this time.  I started to breathe heavier…my heart was starting to race. “Just relax Marc and let it happen.  Close your eyes if you want” Co**** said.  I did as I was told.  “Start heart rate and O2 monitor.”  I felt a clip placed on my finger and started to hear a steady ‘beep, beep, beep’ along with the other sounds.  Josh (I guess) started stroking my hair.  By the 4^th electro pulse, a moan came from my lips. I could feel I was getting close. “Just let it go Marc,” Co**** encouraged.  When the 5^th electro jolts came my balls contracted and I came.  I opened my eyes and could see cum being sucked up the tub towards the ceiling.

“Positive ejaculation at 2 minutes 33 seconds” the slave at the side said. “Go to level 3, 10 by 30, same pattern” “done” “We’re going to increase the intensity now”. All of these things were being said, and I was effectively just an object on the table at that point.  I remembered having a weird thought about alien abductions at some point.  Josh and the other dom were talking, I think about John’s milking in comparison.  When the shocks came again, it was noticeably stronger and lasted longer, but not uncomfortable.  The slave reported on my heart rate and oxygen levels periodically.  It took 8 or 9 pulses before I came again.  I had never cum twice that fast.  Co**** said that that was a very good response and that they should continue with current settings.  The next one took much longer.  I lost count of how many cycles.  By the time I came the shock was pretty painful on my prostate.

“Let’s do level 5, 15 by 45, cupping.”  The next rounds of shocks were stronger and longer and caused a different buzzing feeling through my penis.  After a few rounds, the pain was pretty real and felt like needles being stuck into my prostate.  I couldn’t help but cry out when it happened.  Co**** was unconcerned and told me I was doing well.  Josh comforted me through the pulses as well.  I finally erupted into what was a very long and intense orgasm and heard the slave on the side say “Positive but minimal ejaculation at 39 minutes 48 seconds.”

“Power down,” Co**** told the slave and I heard a switch click and he said “all clear.”  The suction tube stopped sucking my cock. Co**** looked at Josh and told him that he felt we needed to do one or two more cycles, but thought that I needed a break.  “Prostate massage will help to get the last semen out of him.”  He sat on the stool and removed the probe from my ass.  He inserted his gloved fingers and rubbed my prostate.  With his other hand he pulled on and massaged my balls.  Josh was talking to me through this, asking if I was doing ok.  I was, but really like wasn’t even in my body.  I could see myself in the mirror over the table, and it was more like I was watching this than it was happening to me.  I noticed that Josh’s dick was hard.  I saw him touch it and that made me smile.  The other dom was hard too.  When Co**** finally removed his fingers, reinserted the probe and stood up, I saw that he was too.

“Ok, Marc.  This is going to get more intense now, but you can take it.  We’re going to put a bit gag in your mouth so you have something to bite down on, ok?”  I made some sound of consent, and the youngest slave put a rubber bit in my mouth.  Co**** came close to Josh and said something that I couldn’t hear.  Josh held my hand and made sure I was ok.

“Ok…one or two more times and you’ll be done, Marc.  Suction!”  The tube started pumping my dick again.  “Level 7, 30 by 45, cupping.” “Ready.”  “Go.” I squealed and my eyes went wild. The pulse seemed to last and last.  When it subsided I was breathing hard.  Josh was stroking my hair. After two pulses more tears were running down my face. “You’re almost there, Marc. You’re doing great,” said Co****. It took two more before the orgasm came. “Minimal, but still positive ejaculation.” I heard the slave on the side say. “Pause the estim,” Co****said, and turned to Josh, “We’re going to have to do one more cycle to insure he’s empty. Just try to keep him calm through the rest cycles.  These ones will go faster, but be more intense.” I was trying to say ‘no, no, no’ through the gag.  Josh kissed my forehead and squeezed my hand and told me I was doing so great.

“Restart with level 8, 45 by 15, scrapping.”  The jolt hit my prostate and through my balls and dick and I screamed.  When it stopped it seemed that there was hardly time for me to catch my breath before the next one came and then again and again.  I was sweating and crying and squealing. Josh was telling me it was ok, and I was thinking “fuck, no, it is not ok.” I was shocked when finally my dick twitched and I felt my muscles contracting in an orgasm. “Orgasm with negative ejaculation” the slave said.  “Power down.” My eyes were closed.  I felt the probe pulled from my ass and the suction tube removed from my cock. They took the bit from my mouth. The slaves started wiping me off with warm wash clothes. I had just been forced to cum 5 times in under an hour. I opened my eyes and suddenly realized that now that the milking was over, it was time to remove my cock.

Part 2: Preparation

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Part 2: Preparation

Approximately 7pm

When the metal door opened again, it startled me.  I was sitting on the cot and I jumped up, expecting to see Josh and Co****.  Instead two naked men walked in.  They were fit, in their 20s I would guess.  One was blonde and the other brown-haired.  They wore nothing but collars around their necks.  One also had a chain with several keys around his neck.  As they walked towards my cell, I saw that neither of them had penises.  They were completely shaved and just had a blank space above their balls.  It was so hot, and so startling, I sat back on the cot.

They unlocked and opened the door.  “We are going to get you ready now, Marc.  Are you doing ok?” one asked.  I managed a nod and got up.  I was shaking again.  They were very comforting.  Telling me it would be fine, that they were just going to get me cleaned up.  They asked if I was cold (I wasn’t).  I asked where Josh was.  They told me that he’d be with me soon and that he “and Sir” were eating dinner.  They led me to the other door on the same wall where the metal door that led to the entrance. 

The room inside was a large shower room or ‘wet’ room.  The walls and floor were tiled.  There were several shower heads and hoses on the walls. There was a toilet in one corner.  There was a large drain in the middle of the floor. The ceiling and walls had a number of metal restraint rings.  There were heat lamps in the ceiling, so it was comfortably warm.  I was breathing heavy and shaking again.  The slaves assured me that they were just going to clean me up and get me ready.  Nothing to be afraid of.

They unhooked the chain connecting the handcuffs and quickly reattached them to two cables hanging from the ceiling.  The younger of the two told me ‘your dom doesn’t want you completely shaved, just the area needed for your procedure, so I’m going to trim some and then shave what I need to, ok?’  I managed an ‘ok’ and he proceeded to use an electric razor to trim my pubic hair.  I heard water running behind me and then the other guy had a large bowl of water, shaving cream and a razor.  My balls and shaft were shaved.  My cock was erect.  I think I started crying thinking about it being cut off.   The dark-haired slave put his hand on my shoulder and said he knew it seemed scary, but that it will be fine.  He’s been like this for years, he said, and it is really good.  My groin was rinsed clean with warm water from a shower head on a hose.

“We are going to give you an enema now” dark haired guy told me.  “Just hold the water and then let it out on the floor.  We’ll clean everything up.“ I was thinking that this was just about the most embarrassing situation I’d ever been in as a hose was placed in my rectum.  I heard voices and movement outside as this was happening.  I thought one was Josh, which made me happy.  After the enema, the slaves washed me from head to toe.  It felt good.  When they were done, they dried me off really well and unhooked the restraints, returning them to the way they were.

Approximately 7:45 pm

They led me back into the big room, Josh was waiting next to the cell door.  He was naked and smiling so big.  The slaves removed my shackles and closed both Josh and I in the cell.  He asked me to lay down on the cot.  He got on top of me and kissed me…moved on down to my nipples…which always makes me hard…and then down to my cock.  My mind went crazy as my husband sucked my cock for what I knew would be the last time.  It didn’t take long before I blew my load in his mouth.  He wiped me off with a towel and helped me up.  “It’s time, boy” he said.  The slaves unlocked the cell and led us out.

We went towards the double doors, which were now open.  I saw Co**** and two other guys in the room.  All naked.

Part 1: travel and arrival (START HERE)

Part 1: travel and arrival

(NOTE…the name of the cutter has been removed at his request and replaced with Co****)

March 14, 2020, 9:00 am

I woke up this morning knowing that by the end of the day, my penis would be cut off.  What a crazy thing to think.  So hard to believe.  I had been wearing a chastity cage for the past few days.  My husband removed it when we woke up…to ‘let it free one last time.’  I showered as I do every morning and realized that it was the last morning to wash between my legs and feel the cock that I disliked so much.  Taking the Uber to the airport with my husband, continued the feeling of ‘wow…this is really happening’ so hard to believe.  My husband (Josh) was thrilled, exciting, grinning like a kid, haha.  It was sort of fun to see that.

2:30 pm

Our flight was uneventful, but for the general strange mood at the airport due to rising concerns over COVID19.  Now and then, as I tried to watch a movie on the plane, it would hit me again that this wasn’t a typical vacation or business trip.  I’m worried not about living without my cock…that will be fine…only some concerns about the penectomy process itself.  It’s a bit scary to hand yourself over to a cutter for something like this.  Husband was still smiling, haha.  He told me he’s proud of me.  That’s sweet.

We got the rental car and began the drive into rural PA.  We are from Florida…I don’t have many clothes for northeastern March.  We kept the heat blasting and luckily it wasn’t not too cold.  At some point on the highway, I was thinking about the coming penectomy.  Strangely, while it scared me, it made me hard.  I touched the erection through my pants, knowing it was very nearly my last.  What a fucking crazy thought.  Husband noticed me touch myself and saw the ‘tent.’  He asked ‘what’s that about?’.  I told him I’m both scared and excited and that I don’t know what that is about.  I noticed that my eyes are tearing up.  He pulled over and looked at me.  He told me that if I’m not sure, or if I’m doing this only for him, etc. that we can turn around and go home.  That it is totally ok and also totally ok to be scared.  This was all just about the sweetest thing ever.  He’s pretty dom…he’s not an emotional guy, but he was totally serious right then.  I told him it was ok.  I was scared, but also knew that I wanted it.  He told me how much I mean to him, how much he loves me…yes totally sappy, haha.  Then he said “ok…the decision is made.  We are going through with it and I’m just here now to make sure that you follow through and to keep you safe.  Let’s go.”  He held my hand for nearly all of the remaining drive.

5:45 pm

We had arranged to meet the cutter (whose name is Co****) at a small restaurant which he said was about 20 minutes from his place.  He does not allow any clients to come directly to his place so that he cannot later be found again.  We understood that we would be transported from here to his house/farm.  We walked in and found him at a corner table as he said we would.  We introduced ourselves and sat…my head was spinning.  A waiter came to the table with a glass of water for me, a drink for Co**** and asked my husband what he would like.  When he left, Co**** explained that the owner is a friend of his and knows what’s going on and that it is ok.

Co**** was very calming and business like at this point, which was really helpful.  He told me to just relax…that he understood what I was going through, but that he was confident that I knew what I was doing and that it was right.  He asked my husband if he had any questions (he didn’t).  He asked if we had the paperwork and payment (we did).  I had signed the consent forms in advance, understanding that signing them meant no backing out.  My husband slid the folder containing the forms and an envelope of money across the table.  Co**** opened it and glanced at the form.  He smiled at me and said “Great. All looks good.”  He turned to Josh and said, “do you think that the precautions we talked about are needed?” I had no idea what this was about, but my husband said “yes, just to be safe.”  He put his hand on my leg and turned and said ‘don’t worry, everything is ok and I’m here through all of this.”  I believed him totally.  I told him that “I know” and told myself just to let go and let events unfold.  That was good advice.

Co**** put the folder away, sipped his drink, and proceeded into some small talk.  I’m not even sure what all we talked about, but I just went with it.  It was pleasant…three guys out having a drink on a Saturday night.  We laughed and my husband and Co**** in particular seemed to bond.  I liked him.  He’s very attractive…masculine, muscular, dark black hair, olive skin and just a bit of an accent.  Seriously sexy. 

They finished their drinks.  Co**** asked if we were ready to go, and we got up and went outside.  We retrieved our things from the car.  He told us that it was fine to leave it here, and he led us to a Suburban with blacked out windows.  He put our bags in the back and opened the back door.

As we climbed inside, and I noted that the windows were not dark tinted, but painted black, so you couldn’t see out.  There was a curtain closed between the front and middle row of seats.  Co**** told us to get comfortable and we would be there in about 20 minutes.  He closed the door, and then I heard him get in the front, start the motor and off we went.

We rode in silence for a while.  Josh squeezed my shoulder and told me I was doing great. I was just focused on leaving my mind blank…not thinking about what was coming.  The ride went surprisingly fast.  Co**** told us that we were there and pulled back the curtain.  We had pulled in a gravel driveway and there was a double electric gate opening in front of us.  We moved forward and the second gate opened.  We continued up the drive which winded through some trees.  When the trees cleared, we came to a large rather modern designed house and two other buildings, sort of like barns.  The SUV stopped next to one of these; Co**** got out and opened the back door.  We got out, and he led us towards a door in what seemed to be the lower level of the building.  The sweet smell of the country and farm animals hit my nose.  Several dogs barked.  Co**** told my husband that “we’ll get Marc settled and then go and have some dinner while my boys start to get him ready.” 

We entered a small room with a polished cement floor and painted cement block walls.  It was pleasantly warm. There was a metal door on the far wall, a bench along one side with some hooks on the walls and a table along the other.  There were two lidded cardboard storage boxes on the table.

Co**** slid one box towards me. “Take your clothes off and put them in the box.”  I hesitated for a second and looked at Josh.  This was suddenly very real.  My husband, very sternly, but not unkindly, nodded and said “Do it now.”  I swallowed and started to undress.  I was shaking a bit and my heart was racing.  As I undressed, Co**** hung his coat on one of the hooks; my husband did the same.  I put my clothes in the box and was a bit embarrassed that my cock was partially erect as I removed my underwear.  My underwear went in the box and Co**** replaced the lid.

“Josh is concerned that you might get cold feet and try to get away,” Co**** said calmly, “so we will make sure that cannot happen.  Please turn around and put your hands behind you.”  As I faced my husband, my hands were handcuffed behind me.  His eyes told me this was all ok.  “Good boy,” he said to me.  I could see his erection in his pants.  Co**** added ankle cuffs connected by about 18 inches of metal chain.  He removed some keys from his pocket and unlocked the metal door and directed me through it.

I entered a large room approximately 40 feet long and perhaps 20 feet wide.  The concrete floors and block walls continued here.  On the left wall there was a St. Andrew’s Cross and a number of metal rings in the wall.  A leather sling hung from the ceiling.  There was a bondage table and several padded horses with restraints. Along the right wall were 6 cells with chain link doors with cinder block dividers.  I was led to the second of these.  Inside was a low cot with a mattress and a blanket.

“My boys will be with you in about 15 minutes to prepare you,” Co**** said.  He closed the chain link door, secured it with a padlock, and headed back towards the door.  I called out for my husband; asked him not to leave. “You’ll be fine, boy. Just do as you’re told, and I will be back soon.” And they left.  The metal door slammed shut.

I stood looking at the door, naked and shackled in a cell.  I looked around the room again.  I noted that there was another regular door in the same wall where the metal door was.  I saw a set of double doors on the other end of the room.  I looked at all the bondage equipment.  I’m not a stranger to dungeon/playrooms, but this was intense stuff.  I was shaking, which I noticed because I could hear the chains on me rattling, and I let out a little cry.

This was when I realized that I wasn’t alone, as a voice from the next cell asked if I was ok.  I said I was, but that I was worried and nervous that my husband had left.  The guy in the next cell was John, and he was also there with his husband, and had just been castrated the previous day he told me.  He was comforting and distracted me with random talk even though I couldn’t see him.