Please tell us about yourself and your Interest

[eunch_wannabe (imported)]

just thought it would be nice to know everyones stories.

There are about 1000 plus reasons for interest,and wanting to become one. Or just wanting to find out more about what make people tick. This is my story. It may or may not be at all like yours. Please feel free to leave yours so we all can share.

I have spent the better part of five years in my spare time talking to women who are into castration I find these women fascinating, mostly because there are so few of them. I have separated them into two categories. Ones who like the act, and ones who like the lifestyle. Of course these are general categories, and no two women are exactly alike. Some are into both while others are only into one.

Women who are only into the act like to see men castrated, or castrate men themselves. They generally only like to see men and loose their manhood. They have no interest in what happens to the man after. While women into Castration of men are hard to find, I have an easier time finding the women in this group. Sometimes they will only consider a eunuch partner, but usually only have a passing interest at best.

The second group is women who are interested in a eunuch as either a partner or a slave. There are endless scenarios as to how exactly they want this to play out.

Alot of times I have found women who already have a male partner and want him to be castrated. Then they will either want to find a man or women for there sexual partner. Sometimes they will only desire to be with the castrated Eunuch. Sometimes I find women who have a man already and the couple is desiring to find a eunuch for a "house boi". Sometimes these people like to take part in or view the castration itself, others not.

As I said above, these are only general groups. Not everyone will fit so neatly into one or the other. Some will fit into neither, some both. I just categorized them in these two categories for the sake of making it easy.

At first I was just interested in research. Only finding out about women who were into this fascinated me. Then the more I did my research I found that I was excited by the idea. At first I denied it, after a year or two there was no denying that the idea of being a eunuch slave to a woman really excited me.

Eventually I decided I would begin my search, but I would have rules and safeguards in place so that every step down this path would be carefully calculated and thought out. I had heard stories in the chat room of people that, "Got caught up in fantasy and woke up in reality." I knew that no matter what I wanted to a relationship with a woman at least. Knowing how few women are into this kind of thing I knew that I had to be careful in selecting a woman to make sure it would last. Once I was cut there was no turning back, so I had to make sure.

I can not explain why exactly, it makes no sense why I want this done. I am a heterosexual male. I have never had sex with a man and I love having sex with my girlfriend(s) (I have not told any of them). The idea of having a woman take my manhood from me by force excites me. I am not a natural submissive. I like the idea of having a woman tell me what to do and not have a say in it. The idea of being forced into submission. Castrating a man is the ultimate form of submission. At least that is the best I can figure.Who knows why I like it for sure.

As for my own personal desires and what I would like in my life. I strongly suspect after talking to 100's of women over the years that what I want will never come to be. There are so few women to men that are into this kind of thing, that the odds alone make it almost impossible. That coupled with the fact that I would have too meet someone first and make sure we were compatible means most certainly that my personal desires will be only fantasy. Still it is nice to talk about them, and who knows maybe I will be able to find that one in a billion.

As I see it now here is my total 100% best case I would like to see. Of course reality is different then fantasy so I would be willing to compromise some things.

I would like to role play with a woman. We would meet in a club and all night she would be leading me on and getting my cock hard. She then takes me back to her house and leads me into her room. We both get naked. My cock is rock hard ,her body just rocks. She has an idea, "Hey stud how about I tie you up and have my way with your hard cock," she then kisses me and rubs my cock.

I agree and she ties me up very very well. There is not an inch of my body I can move with all my strength. I am really erect, after she makes sure I can not move. She kisses me gently rubs my cock a little, and ask, "can you move at all baby." I tell her no, and she says," Good" she then calls out of the room, "ok he is tied up."

I am wondering what is going on. Then two men walk in, the boyfriend/husband/male partner, and the cutter. At first I am very pissed off and cocky. I struggle at my bonds in vain. I say to the woman, and her man, "what the fuck is this shit." Then I turn to the girl and say "you fucking bitch." She laughs and sits on a chair sit buck naked with her tits very hard and nipples erect.

Her man then tells me too, "shut the fuck up!" He then points to the woman and says, "you thought you were gonna stick your dick in her, bitch you ain't ever gonna stick your dick in any pussy again!"

The woman then stands up and begins to explain with one hand on my chest. My cock still pulsing at her rocking body." We are going to cut your balls off. You are going to be our little nut less bitch and serve both of us." I then exclaim in fear, "W-w-hat!!!" At that moment the cutter starts to shave my pubic hair away from my cock and balls. Further explaining she continues, " Do you know what happens to a man when her looses his balls? His cock shrinks to the size of a two year old infant." At that point her man starts to laugh. "Sometimes nut less little bitches will even grow little tits like young little girls. If that happens you are going to wear a training bra." Both her and her man are laughing hard. She sits back down and her man comes over and they begin to make out.

I have become even more pissed off and and cursing both of them, and telling the cutter to quit. They laugh at me and mock me, the cutter is silently ignoring me and carefully going about the work of taking my manhood. As my balls are numbed up I am now sweating hard as I try to free myself from my bonds. I am forced to watch as my manhood is systematically removed.

The woman goes onto say, "We are leaving you an empty sac to remind you of what you once were." At that moment the the knife is cutting into my sac. I am very very angry, and struggling hard. I am swearing at all of them. As I see my first nut cut off, it scares me. I start to calm down and try to reason with them. It is of no use, and my second ball is removed. At that point I am no longer cocky, I begin to cry. She takes my balls and flushes them down a toilet, "You will never see them again.!!"

They both thank the cutter who cleans me up and leaves. They explain to me that I will now be a servant to both of them for the rest of my days. After the cutter leaves I am left tied up while I watch as he has sex with the woman who I was trying to get in the pants of all night. My once massive cock is now limb and will never get hard again.

From then on I am their nut less little bitch servant. My days as a real man are but a memory.

As I say above, this will probably never come to be. It is just to hard to find people into this.

So, hope I did not completely freak you out, what about you? Please explain your interest in eunuchs better, at the very least it will help me with my research.

[Old Greebo (imported)]

Motor biking, cross-stitching, cookery and DIY.

Is this what you wanted to know, Eunch?

[Old Greebo (imported)]

Oh, and I should have added archery. And orienteering. And canoeing. And chess, bdsm, Pern, toymaking, enemas, patchwork, Biggles, basketwork, erotic fiction, the Catholic religion, sudoku, belly dancing (watching, not doing), tennis, astrology, morris dancing (organising, not doing), sailing, masturbation, philosophy, astronomy, pet mice, sister-baiting, fisting, the Discworld, and traditional jazz.

Not all currently. And not all at the same time.

If anyone incites me, I may think up yet more interests that have interested me during my longish and otherwise unremarkable life!

[eunch_wannabe (imported)]

I would like to thank the Administrators for restoring my thread. Thank you, and I am sorry for the misunderstanding.

[A-1 (imported)]

Oh, and I should have added archery. And orienteering. And canoeing. And chess, bdsm, Pern, toymaking, enemas, patchwork, Biggles, basketwork, erotic fiction, the Catholic religion, sudoku, belly dancing (watching, not doing), tennis, astrology, morris dancing (organising, not doing), sailing, masturbation, philosophy, astronomy, pet mice, sister-baiting, fisting, the Discworld, and traditional jazz.

Not all currently. And not all at the same time.

If anyone incites me, I may think up yet more interests that have interested me during my longish and otherwise unremarkable life!

Sister-baiting! ??

Is that like a slave Master-bating, except you do it with your sister?

eeeK!

[kristoff]

Sister-baiting! ??

Is that like a slave Master-bating, except you do it with your sister?

eeeK!

Hush up now! Are you trying to incite someone.... hmmmm?

[Bergamot (imported)]

Hi everyone.

I haven’t been sure how to make my first post, but have apparently found the courage to post this logorrheic introduction. I hope that it's not too much, and that with time I may become a part of this community and offer something in return for your patience with me now.

I believe I would like to have my testicle (singular, for I am a monorchid ) removed surgically. I have been taking spironolactone as an anti-androgen for something like two years now, and estradiol too. I see castration in one form or another, whether chemical or surgical, as being unavoidably necessary for me, since how else am I going to keep androgens from further ravaging my body? And the permanence and thoroughgoingness of the surgical option appeal to me over the chemical option.

I do have concerns, though, foremost about depression. I certainly am not free of depression now, and all I’ve read about low testosterone promoting depression makes me worried for myself. I do remember being quite depressed and out of sorts post-puberty and pre-anti-androgen, so I’m not utterly convinced that my depression proceeds from low testosterone. But who’s to say that I might not have had low testosterone naturally at that point? In short, to know that low testosterone may encourage depression has added a new dimension of worry to my obsession.

What I suffer from now is not a terrible depression, I suppose, it’s merely a blandness. I do sometimes get excited about something, and then I feel a sense of openness and possibility stir in me. But mostly I feel as though I live beneath a blanket of little-better-than-okayness and getting-by that keeps me from straying very far from my usual humdrum state of being, emotionally or intellectually. I feel a physical weight on my chest near my heart, and the weight dissolves only rarely and only for a short time, usually after I’ve sobbed deeply for a while. Then how the world seems alive! If I had more testosterone, would I feel closer to that way all the time? A part of me doubts it, since many men and women seem to have to deal, if not with outright depression, then with a sense of dissatisfaction and a lingering emptiness in life, and I know that melancholy of some kind does seem to run in my mother’s side of the family in particular.

What I mean is that sub-euphoria seems to be the default state of being for most humans, and I wonder whether I’m really that much worse off than the average person. There remain small pleasures in life, like discovering a beautiful new song, receiving a meaningful compliment, dogs, and gazing enviously at beautiful people, so I am not utterly bereft of joy. And I met a beautiful young transwoman the other day, and spending a brief time in her company made me feel better about myself, made me feel that I could be lovely as myself, that I needn’t be so ashamed of my feelings, etc, and I know that if I had a regular association with a community of like-minded individuals I could very likely unwrap myself somewhat from my blanket of humdrum and suppression.

Now, before I’m done, let me return to what I called “my obsession.” I don’t think it’s an exaggeration to call it by that name. It sometimes seems I spend every waking moment thinking about this issue in one way or another, the issue, broadly, being gender dysphoria. I can’t watch a movie or a TV show without ruminating on gender as the characters express it, and day to day in the world my mind is continually brought back to it by what other people do and by their responses to what I do. I am aware this is vastly unhealthy. I don't enjoy being so self-conscious. I can only hope that by giving my concerns freer expression I may free up some mental and emotional energy to turn towards something else. These thoughts have circulated in my head for too long with nowhere to go!

Thanks for your time,

Bergamot

[eunch_wannabe (imported)]

Thank you for sharing,

All are welcome to post here. Like I said there are about a 1000 plus reasons for interest in this subject. We are better off for knowing yours.

[A-1 (imported)]

Thank you for sharing,

All are welcome to post here. Like I said there are about a 1000 plus reasons for interest in this subject. We are better off for knowing yours.

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...and I will cut the "JUNK" off of anyone who says otherwise...

[kristoff]

My reason.... MY REASON!.... HA,,,!

I'm Normal. ...... I'm Normal. I'm Normal. I'm Normal. I'm Normal. I'm Normal. I'm Normal. I'm Normal. I'm Normal...... etc.

...and I will cut the "JUNK" off of anyone who says otherwise...

Trying to convince someone? Or just announcing that you're Norm's brother? The one named Al?