8 years an eunuch and happy

[puerileboy (imported)]

i can't find an appropriate place to post this, so if there a more appropriate place would an admin or moderator move it there for me?

like many here, from a very young age i was obsessed with the idea of having a smooth groin area. the idea was always there, but faded in and out over the years. enter the internet.. i had been quite involved in IRC and was a regular on many channels involving emasculation and humiliation as well as other various kink and lifestyle subjects, when someone i had been chatting asked me why i did not get castrated and have a penectomy.

well the idea in my head was always safe because it was completely (thought i) undo-able. i spent a long time separating the wheat from the chaff on the various channels #castration, #emasculation etc. at first it was very difficult to tell who had real knowledge and who was just typing with one hand.

after a year or so, someone i had been chatting on and off asked how serious i was, well this was a question i had been asking myself as well; as a matter of fact i had been seeing a sexual minorities counselor just to wrap my head around it. after almost a year of counseling i thought i had a pretty clear idea of who i was, what i wanted, what was possible, what i could afford, what i should expect, what the implications were; so i was able to say to this i-friend with some clarity that i was actually very serious, and was looking for a complete 'nulling'. he said he 'knew a guy...' and that we should talk, so i gave him my phone# and asked him to pass it along to 'this guy'.

a few days later i got a call from this gentleman (as you may notice, i am avoiding any mention of names and will also avoid any any reference to locales for obvious reasons), we talked for a good hour about different options for castration, when i would like to come down, and what i should expect on my first visit. he said he was very particular about anyone he works on, and wants to get a good feel for someone beforehand so there won't be any regrets later, and that there is a better then good chance that if i came down, there would be nothing that happened the first, second or maybe third time if ever, and that was okay.

i am very lucky to have a gay kink positive dr. and a week before leaving arranged to have a visit. i told him of my plan, and he was hesitant to be 'supportive' (i.e. he did not want to sound like he was endorsing it), but told me to arrange a visit to him a week after i was cut, and he would do all my aftercare.

so we arranged a date, i got time off, and got my plane tickets. this was back in 1999 and i arrived july 2nd which was a friday. there were two other eunuchs that were going to be visiting him at the time, which would be good for me to have the chance to ask questions etc. etc.

well over the weekend i did ask many questions, got to see a few video tapes of previous procedures he did, something i must say i was not really into, as i was interested in the ends, not the means; and saturday night as i chatted with the cutter, and he asked how i felt. i said 'well ..i am ready now, and i would prefer to get cut surgically (as opposed to banding or clamp). he said he knew it, and was really only asking to get the ball (pardon the pun) rolling. he gave me an antibiotic that night, and said we would start 10am the next morning.

when i woke up he gave me another antibiotic and forbade me coffee. he had cleared his dinning room table and made a sterile zone of it. the other two had set up a video camera, and one was going to assist, while the other taped.

the procedure last almost exactly an hour, at first i just simply laid there, legs spread open feeling like i was supposed to give birth or something. the cutter had given me plenty of locals so i barely felt a thing, just a tug or two at various times. about halfway in, i got real bored, and asked to have the monitor turned so i could watch as well. i am so not into bloodsports, and have zero interest in seeing the gushy insides of people; but i have to say, after a while it did become interesting.

well, too make a short story shorter.. it was very successful, by 11:05am i was on the back porch smoking a long awaited cigarette with a lap full of ice.

i spent the next two days, there recovering and swelling up. my sack had become the size of a small grapefruit and walking was very awkward. well tuesday night came and my flight was for 4pm, so i waddled onto the plane, and came home.

the next two weeks were bad. my sack continued to swell, and had turned all sorts of trendy blue, purple and black. i continued on antibiotics, but pretty much after the castration, it is somewhat pointless, as little new blood gets to the injured area. i saw my dr. who tried to syringe out some of the blood, but it was too late for that, as it had started to congeal.

finally about a month later, one of the sutchers popped while i was in the bath and all sorts of icky nasty stuff came out, but the relief was so great i didn't even care. i was able to get most of the swelling down and finally move around normally.

after about six weeks the healing was mostly complete, but then came the hot flashes. i had not really noticed my inability to get hard had diminished, as i was not doing a lot of self play, but then when i felt well enough to try.. i couldn't. i did manage an orgasm, but it was even less sexually satisfying then a sneeze, as a matter of fact, it felt more like accidentally wetting myself.

i had wanted to stay off hormones, but after six months of hot flashes, weight gain, mood swings, no energy, no sex drive my fear of needles was surpassed by my need to feel better, so i went on testosterone 1ml q 2weeks.

my cutter would not do a simultaneous castration and penectomy as he said the chance of not winding up in the ER were slim. he did not have all the equipment, and did not feel comfortable with the idea, and said 'live as an eunuch for a few years, enjoy the transformation' well i was all hot to trot, and wanted it all then, but in hindsite, i was very fortunate to have had such an amazing caring man take me through this rite of passage, and have very much enjoyed living as a eunuch.

now eight years later, my thoughts return to going forward, i have met a few more eunuchs, and a two men who have also had penectomies. i am glad to have waited as both men who have become fully nulled, had regrets that they had not had vaginoplasty. neither had any desire for SRS, but both expressed a longing for genital stimulation. so this is where i am, still on the fence of going forward, but if i do, i will probably go for being a cunt rather then a nullo (i use these terms with the utmost reverance btw).

i hope this helps in some way to others who have been where i was.

randy

[randy (imported)]

cool story, even cooler name.

[Paolo]

Glad to hear you're happy and STILL with us.

[Blaise (imported)]

i can't find an appropriate place to post this, so if there a more appropriate place would an admin or moderator move it there for me?

like many here, from a very young age i was obsessed with the idea of having a smooth groin area. the idea was always there, but faded in and out over the years. enter the internet.. i had been quite involved in IRC and was a regular on many channels involving emasculation and humiliation as well as other various kink and lifestyle subjects, when someone i had been chatting asked me why i did not get castrated and have a penectomy.

well the idea in my head was always safe because it was completely (thought i) undo-able. i spent a long time separating the wheat from the chaff on the various channels #castration, #emasculation etc. at first it was very difficult to tell who had real knowledge and who was just typing with one hand.

after a year or so, someone i had been chatting on and off asked how serious i was, well this was a question i had been asking myself as well; as a matter of fact i had been seeing a sexual minorities counselor just to wrap my head around it. after almost a year of counseling i thought i had a pretty clear idea of who i was, what i wanted, what was possible, what i could afford, what i should expect, what the implications were; so i was able to say to this i-friend with some clarity that i was actually very serious, and was looking for a complete 'nulling'. he said he 'knew a guy...' and that we should talk, so i gave him my phone# and asked him to pass it along to 'this guy'.

a few days later i got a call from this gentleman (as you may notice, i am avoiding any mention of names and will also avoid any any reference to locales for obvious reasons), we talked for a good hour about different options for castration, when i would like to come down, and what i should expect on my first visit. he said he was very particular about anyone he works on, and wants to get a good feel for someone beforehand so there won't be any regrets later, and that there is a better then good chance that if i came down, there would be nothing that happened the first, second or maybe third time if ever, and that was okay.

i am very lucky to have a gay kink positive dr. and a week before leaving arranged to have a visit. i told him of my plan, and he was hesitant to be 'supportive' (i.e. he did not want to sound like he was endorsing it), but told me to arrange a visit to him a week after i was cut, and he would do all my aftercare.

so we arranged a date, i got time off, and got my plane tickets. this was back in 1999 and i arrived july 2nd which was a friday. there were two other eunuchs that were going to be visiting him at the time, which would be good for me to have the chance to ask questions etc. etc.

well over the weekend i did ask many questions, got to see a few video tapes of previous procedures he did, something i must say i was not really into, as i was interested in the ends, not the means; and saturday night as i chatted with the cutter, and he asked how i felt. i said 'well ..i am ready now, and i would prefer to get cut surgically (as opposed to banding or clamp). he said he knew it, and was really only asking to get the ball (pardon the pun) rolling. he gave me an antibiotic that night, and said we would start 10am the next morning.

when i woke up he gave me another antibiotic and forbade me coffee. he had cleared his dinning room table and made a sterile zone of it. the other two had set up a video camera, and one was going to assist, while the other taped.

the procedure last almost exactly an hour, at first i just simply laid there, legs spread open feeling like i was supposed to give birth or something. the cutter had given me plenty of locals so i barely felt a thing, just a tug or two at various times. about halfway in, i got real bored, and asked to have the monitor turned so i could watch as well. i am so not into bloodsports, and have zero interest in seeing the gushy insides of people; but i have to say, after a while it did become interesting.

well, too make a short story shorter.. it was very successful, by 11:05am i was on the back porch smoking a long awaited cigarette with a lap full of ice.

i spent the next two days, there recovering and swelling up. my sack had become the size of a small grapefruit and walking was very awkward. well tuesday night came and my flight was for 4pm, so i waddled onto the plane, and came home.

the next two weeks were bad. my sack continued to swell, and had turned all sorts of trendy blue, purple and black. i continued on antibiotics, but pretty much after the castration, it is somewhat pointless, as little new blood gets to the injured area. i saw my dr. who tried to syringe out some of the blood, but it was too late for that, as it had started to congeal.

finally about a month later, one of the sutchers popped while i was in the bath and all sorts of icky nasty stuff came out, but the relief was so great i didn't even care. i was able to get most of the swelling down and finally move around normally.

after about six weeks the healing was mostly complete, but then came the hot flashes. i had not really noticed my inability to get hard had diminished, as i was not doing a lot of self play, but then when i felt well enough to try.. i couldn't. i did manage an orgasm, but it was even less sexually satisfying then a sneeze, as a matter of fact, it felt more like accidentally wetting myself.

i had wanted to stay off hormones, but after six months of hot flashes, weight gain, mood swings, no energy, no sex drive my fear of needles was surpassed by my need to feel better, so i went on testosterone 1ml q 2weeks.

my cutter would not do a simultaneous castration and penectomy as he said the chance of not winding up in the ER were slim. he did not have all the equipment, and did not feel comfortable with the idea, and said 'live as an eunuch for a few years, enjoy the transformation' well i was all hot to trot, and wanted it all then, but in hindsite, i was very fortunate to have had such an amazing caring man take me through this rite of passage, and have very much enjoyed living as a eunuch.

now eight years later, my thoughts return to going forward, i have met a few more eunuchs, and a two men who have also had penectomies. i am glad to have waited as both men who have become fully nulled, had regrets that they had not had vaginoplasty. neither had any desire for SRS, but both expressed a longing for genital stimulation. so this is where i am, still on the fence of going forward, but if i do, i will probably go for being a cunt rather then a nullo (i use these terms with the utmost reverance btw).

i hope this helps in some way to others who have been where i was.

randyYour account is helpful and interesting. Thank you.

[Kangan (imported)]

Dining room table castrations can and do have all sorts of complications. You are very lucky to be here today!

It is good to hear from those who have used a cutter, however, as it reinforces our (EA) belief in using an experienced surgeon in a sterile setting.

[Muffer (imported)]

I Have Been A Eunuch 5 Years , They Have Been The Best Ones . My Mistress Says She Has Enjoyed Them Too And Looks Forward To Many More. She Says The Best Day Of Her Life Was When She Had My Balls In Her Hands And I Was A Eunuch.

[curious1 (imported)]

I am glad to hear that you made it through it and are now happy with your situation.

[JeffEunuch (imported)]

Randy,

It's good to hear you're still doing well and have no regrets - even looking forward to more mods. I still recall meeting and having a conversation a few weeks after your procedure.

I also lost my balls 8 years ago and have no regrets. While there were extenuating circumstances that definitely conditioned my decision to be castrated - some congenital abnormalities and persistent ball pain and infections, I have no regrets. I ended up being cut by a kinky veterinarian's assistant whose work was about as 'professional' as one can get. While I sometimes fantasize about going for further procedures, it seems that it's only that - fantasy. The vagina seems like a good idea, although there are only a few surgeons that will do it.