It was only a few years ago that he'd gotten married to a cute, sexy girl who later turned out to be very domineering. Fortunately, this brought out his natural submissiveness which enabled him to accept his place in his FLR marriage.

Soon after he was married he was sitting at home with his wife. She started looking at him funny and he asked her why. She smirked and said he'd find out next time he was horny.

Next time he was horny she said, "We're going to try something different." She told him to strip and kneel on the floor. Then she went to get something in another room. He liked being bossed by her and he got a big erection. When she came back she was carrying a white towel and a small bottle of lube. 

She said, "It's time you started paying tribute to me." She handed him the lube and laid the towel out in front of him.

It seemed pretty obvious what she wanted him to do but he was still a little uncertain and he looked at her quizzically.

She smiled down on him and said, "You're going to pay tribute by spilling your precious male essence on the towel."

She sat down on the couch opposite and watched as he hesitatingly lubed up his cock and started stroking it.

"That's right, honey, you're doing great," she said.

This became a regular thing and the towel soon became stiff with orange spots of dried cum. When he wasn't around she liked to show off the crusty towel to her girlfriends. She would describe how he would get down his knees and do it for her. They thought it was very cute and they giggled about it.

Whenever he was acting grumpy she would bring out the towel and lube and tell him it looked like he needed to make another 'little deposit'. He would blush and grumble but still strip and kneel while she laid the towel out in front of him. She loved watching him as he got close to cumming, his hand a blur urgently stroking his cock. She loved seeing his little globs of semen spurt out onto the towel. She loved it when he had a big load that he had saved up. She loved telling him how much she enjoyed watching him shoot his load. He was always totally shy and embarrassed afterwards. She praised him and told him what a good boy he was.

She even arranged for him to put on a show for a small group of her female friends. He told her it would be too intensely embarrassing for him so she said that he could do it blindfolded and then he wouldn't have to look at the audience. He said he would still know they were there and that they were all people he knew. She still insisted and refused to relent.

On the big night, she led him naked and blindfolded into the room and helped him kneel down as usual. She knelt down next to him and whispered soothing words to him. She took the lube and spread it over his cock and gently fondled him until he became stiffly erect. Then she was able to get him to start stroking himself. He heard the ladies quietly whispering and shifting in their seats as they watched. He continued and ultimately spurted in front of them. He was devasted that he had let strange women watch him perform his most private sexual function. He knew he would never be able to look those women in the face again.

She had always had a keen interest in castration, usually of domestic animals but also of eunuchs in harems. She liked to talk about neutering dogs and gelding horses and gelding bulls to make them oxen. She especially liked to talk about oxen, about how slow and docile they became and how useful they became for doing hard work. When she looked at him while talking about these things it gave him a weird feeling.

Then his wife read an article in Cosmo praising eunuchs as partners in relationships. She told him she wanted him to become a eunuch. He resisted. To help resolve the issue and overcome his resistance she made an appointment for them to go see a kink-aware marriage counselor lady.

At the meeting with the marriage counselor the counselor gave him a load of hogwash about how his wife's needs were perfectly natural and reasonable, how being a eunuch would be good for him and his relationship with his wife, and how a lot of people were doing it these days. She basically bullied and browbeat him into agreeing to have the surgery. The counselor called a good friend of hers that did orchiectomies and scheduled the surgery right then and there at that meeting.

A week later he found himself naked and spread out on the lady surgeon's operating table. The surgeon asked him if he was ready. He told her was not ready and that he did not want the surgery, that his wife and a marriage counselor had coerced into agreeing to it. The surgeon said that that was too bad because whether he wanted it or not was really none of her concern and it was too late to back out now. She said the sad truth of it was that when he left the room that day his balls would not be going with him. She told him to just relax and let it happen. He turned his head to one side and quietly sobbed as she did it too him. Soon, it was over.

The surgeon's assistants helped him get off the table and onto his feet and led him out to the changing room to put his clothes back on. He knew that his precious male sex glands now lay in a small stainless-steel bowl in the room he had just left.

When he talked unsteadily out to the waiting room his wife was there to greet him. She was all smiles, she knew that now his was nicely castrated. She hugged him and told him, "Here you are, my sweet little ox. You're going to be a good little ox for me, strong, quiet and hard working." He sniffled, hung his head and let her lead him out to their car to drive him home.