(Disclaimer! This is a work of pure fiction! All characters in the following story are 18+)





When I was 18, I had been openly gay for several years, often using Craigslist to hook up with guys. It was risky, but I loved the risk. One evening though I found a Craigslist ad titled “Making Boys into Bitches,” so I clicked on it. It read that he was a veterinarian by trade and had experience performing CBT and castrations. I had fantasized the idea of being castrated ever since I was 15, so I emailed him. 

His first reply email asked for a picture of my cock and balls. One picture while flaccid and one while erect. I obeyed and sent the picture. His next reply asked why I wanted this, so I gave my reasons to him. A few more emails later and he gave me his address. I drove to his place around 8pm that night wearing athletic shorts and no underwear as he required and he met me at the door wearing his lab coat and nothing else, his own large manhood not even hard but already bigger than mine. He didn’t say “hello” or offer any type of greeting, instead looking me up and down before he just reached into my pants and grabbed my now semi erect penis and pulled me inside his home. Once the door closed and he locked it behind him he said one simple word. “Strip.”

I obeyed, my clothes never having left my body faster than that before in my life. His grip maintained on my now fully erect penis he smiled and said, “I’m going to fuck and torture you before I take those pathetic balls. Do you consent?”

“Y…yes sir.” I said back. I never met a man so frank and dominant with his words in my life and just saying that made my cock drip with precum. 

“Good. Follow me faggot.” He said as he pulled on my cock and led me towards the stairs to his basement. Once down there he led me to a door that was locked with a number pad that he punched the code into and opened it, revealing his play room. Dildos of many shapes and sizes, a fucking machine, bench, St. Andrew’s Cross, whips, paddles, cock rings, ball stretchers, all that and more occupied the room. He directed me to the bench and strapped me into it, which kept me in a bent over doggie style pose. He stood in front of me and made me suck on his cock, to which I had no argument whatsoever as he would bend over the top of me and apply lube to my ass. After the blowjob he moved behind me and with his lube covered hand he began to stroke my cock in a downward angle as he pushed his own inside me. He told me not to cum before he did, which was not easy as I was essentially living out the same fantasy I had since adolescence. 

Eventually he came inside me after about ten solid minutes of hard anal, my own orgasm occurring as he pulled out. I was honestly surprised I lasted that long. Before I got soft however he grabbed a silicone cock ring and snapped it around my cock and balls, keeping me hard and sensitive as he wanted. Next thing I knew without warning he took a riding crop and struck my balls hard. The pain was a shock to my system and made me scream and clench my fists. He continued his assault on my manhood, occasionally even striking a blow on my hyper sensitive glans as well. After he finished with the crop he moved onto a baton, striking my balls so hard I thought they’d rupture. Eventually though he stopped as he removed the cock ring and let me get flaccid before he grabbed a tool I’d been eying since I entered the room…an elastator.  

He cupped my now swollen balls in his left hand as with the right he opened the metal mechanism holding the rubber bands. “I use this typically to castrate cows, but it’s very effective on humans. Now is your last chance to leave.” It was a big decision, but to this day I don’t regret nodding my head yes before he fed my balls into the opening and slowly closing it shut, eventually letting the bands go as they snapped right around my scrotum, three green bands, cutting off all blood flow and crushing my cords in one go. The pain was excruciating, yet my hard cock was argument that I liked such pain.

“You’re a brave kid. Not many your age are ready to become eunuchs.” He teased me by stroking my cock, trying to milk out one last orgasm as he fingered my hole which was still leaking his cum with his other gloved hand. About an hour he edged me and fingered me, my balls slowly turning darker and darker shades purple before I had my last orgasm, a pathetic one with only two small spurts; fitting the last orgasm of a beta male being so small. Another hour later he smiled as he flicked my now dark purple balls, getting no reaction and feeling how cold they were. “It’s time faggot. What do we say?”

I blushed as I remembered what he told me to say in one of the emails he sent me. “Please alpha, take my useless faggot balls!” Saying those words was so degrading, yet so liberating. He took the scalpel off the table and all I felt were some tugging sensations as he removed the sack and my balls at the same time, leaving enough skin behind to stitch the wound closed. He took a picture and showed me my freshly sewn up taint before he held up my balls to my face. I couldn’t believe it. I was a eunuch. A eunuch at last! I was so excited seeing the balls laid out in the stainless metal bowl, the empty sack laying next to them.

I looked up to thank him, wanting to thank him for making my dream a reality, but when I did….I woke up in my bed. My cock raging hard and sheets stained with cum from my dreams. I huffed and panted as I reached down and felt my balls, healthy and still attached to my body. I sighed in a bit of relief and was getting up to change the sheets when my phone buzzed. It was an email from the Craigslist poster. “So are you going to come over tomorrow or what?”