DIY
I looked down at my average cock and my massive balls underneath.  They had caused me so much trouble and grief through my over powered sex drive.  They had ended two marriages for me because one woman wasn’t enough for their needs.  Well not any more, tonight was going to be the night I stopped their rain of tyranny on my life.  I had gone back and for with various methods and considered them all but knew I could really only do one in the finally.  So I decided I would go with banding and calcium chloride injections.  I knew the risks of both but knew something had to be done.  I took some pain killers and I sat down with a bottle of Jack and drank until I was numb and my courage was up. I rubbed lidocaine cream all over them three times and thick to make sure they were good and numb, at least my sac anyway.  I got out the Elastrator and the xl bands I had bought and got one band on the prongs and ready to go.  I slid a piece of rope in the band for safety because I wanted to take the bad off once I was sure they were good and on the way to dying.  I drew up 2ml of calcium chloride into two syringes and then drew up 1 ml of 190 proof ever clear in both of them and gently shook them to mix them further.  It was time for the band now.  My heart was racing as my nerves began to work on me.  I opened and closed the elastrator a few times for practice and spread my legs allowing my testicles to hang in the air.  They hung incredibly low today, probably due to the numbing cream but I couldn’t help but wonder if they were somehow to surrendering to their fate.  I placed the open band underneath them and reached up through the bottom to grab my sac and pull it through.  As I began to pull it through I felt pressure on my left testicle as it slipped through the band.  One down one to go, I pulled more skin through.  The right one took a couple of tries but soon popped through, the deed was done.  I relaxed the elastrator to slide the band off, pop, pop, pop, pop it was on. I sat down on my couch and watched them turn purple.  With the exception of the occasional dull ache I felt fine.  I picked up the first syringe and an alcohol swab.  I cleaned the area over my left testicle and slowly inserted the 22 gage needle.  I felt a slight pop as it entered into my testicle.  I was amazed at how easy it went in!  Once it was in all the way I made a few swirling motions and injected some of the mixture.  I let the needle slide down a little and did the same process again.  I kept doing it until I was near the bottom and finished off the mixture.  The testicle began to swell up and take on different shapes as the mixture ran its course. One down one to go.  I cleaned my right one inserted the syringe and began to swirl inside it as well.  After what seemed like an eternity I was finished, my balls were actively dying in front of me!  The right one swelled up as big as the left and began to develop lumps all over like the other one, they were dying.  I looked at my timer, 20 minutes gone now, little to no pain.  I took a few more shots of Jack to celebrate my success.  Forty five minutes now, time to remove the band.  I stood up and my head began to spin! I fell back on the couch! I hadn’t taken into consideration the effects of the alcohol with the pain killers! Such a stupid move!  The room was spinning now! I tried to stand again and fell down again, this time to the floor!  I was scared and tried to fumble with the band but my fingers didn’t want to work! I felt weaker and weaker! “Oh God I’m going to pass out!” I thought as the light began to fade.  The last thing I remember seeing was my deformed and swollen testicles that were now dark purple and cold. I tried to remove the band one last time before I passed out.  I woke up the next morning feeling woozy still.  I guess the pain killers hadn’t worn off entirely yet.  I looked down to see what used to be my testicles but no more.  Now it their place was a blacked swollen football sized mound of dead and bloated flesh, they were most definitely dead.  I began to panic a little, what was I going to do now? I couldn’t remove the band it would kill me, besides I couldn’t even feel it anymore.  I knew if I went to the ER I would end up in a nut house for a few days which would cost me my job! What to do! Finally I knew what I had to do, I had to call… her.  My second ex wife was a nurse and we were still on good terms so I swallowed my pride and called her.  After she laughed hysterically she agreed to come over.  “This is pretty bad, I’m not going to lie.” She said.  “Why did you do this to yourself?” She asked as she get prepped to help me.  I told her my reasoning and had full plans to take care of it myself but hadn’t planned on the alcohol and pain meds working so hard against one another.  She sighed and told me to lie down.  I was surprised at how fast she worked.  In no time at all she had them off.  “Well removing the dead tissue was the easy part now I have to remove the band.  Let me numb you up first so I can clamp off the area about it for stitches.”she said with a professionalism I had never heard from her. She numbed me up and a short time later she was done.  “ well it’s all gone, dead tissue and all.   I assume you don’t want any of this as a souvenir,” she said with a smirk.  “Funny, but no thanks,” I said.  She helped me clean up and got me some pain meds and antibiotics and helped me to bed. I fell fast asleep and dreamed the best dreams of sexual conquests past and present.  “Well my my, it looks like there’s still fire left in you after all,” I heard her say.  She was still there, had she stayed all night? I felt s stiffness and slight pressure in my crotch, my cock was rock hard!  No balls or testosterone but there it was rock hard!  “Sorry, I’m sure that will stop in time,” I said apologetically.  “It’s ok, to be honest I think you look great without balls.  You should consider going on testosterone to keep it working.” She said.  “ I don’t want to be that guy anymore, driven by sex.”  I told her.  “Listen we had a patient come in a few months back who had to have his testicles removed due to cancer.  He said that all though he doesn’t crave sex or get horny anymore that he still enjoyed a healthy sex live with his wife and that now a days it was more about her pleasure.  He said he could still get aroused and get off but it wasn’t his driving force anymore.  I think you’ll find that is the same for you eventually.” She said.  I agreed to hear her out and once I was able to get around I took her out to dinner for payment for helping me.  That soon turned into more dinners and get togethers that eventually lead to the bedroom one night.  She was right!  I was so focused on her that I didn’t care if I got hard or not.  I got her off more times in that night than I ever did when we were married!  “Let’s see if the plumbing works without the tank,” she said with a grin.  She started sucking my soft cock and massaging the nub of flesh where my scrotum was and soon I was rock hard! I fucked her in more positions than I ever did in a single night when I was intact! Soon I was cumming deep inside her! It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had! I realized as we lay there that this was a new chapter for us and things would get better and better between us as time passed.  I could cum in her all I wanted and not worry about kids and she didn’t have to worry about me bugging her for sex or cheating because I had no desire to do either.  I finally felt like a descent husband.