Hanging On

The surgeon gave a running commentary on what would be happening if this was for real. "The anaesthetic's taken effect, now two incisions in the scrotum. Pop out the testes, tie off the cords, speed up the milker and wait for ejaculation. Here it comes and .. snip." I squirted happily into the milker. It had been an awesome ejaculation and as I recovered the surgeon was saying " … just a few moments for the sutures and there you are. He's fixed." She patted my rump. "He's all yours." Jane loosened the straps and I jumped out of the frame. I checked my balls which were still there. "That wasn't so bad now was it?" "There's no pain," Dr. Mary said. "Perhaps a little soreness for a day or so as the tiny cuts heal but nothing to worry about." I got dressed and reassured Jane that I was fine. She made an appointment for the castration a few days ahead. "I'm sure Tim will be sensible about this, won't you darling? It really is for the best." I nodded. On the way back she was telling me how removing the testes would bring us even closer and make for a longer, happier marriage. "It would be true love and companionship, free from the unpleasant intrusion of sex." I found myself thinking that Jane was right. Free from my base sexual urges we would be closer. I shuddered to think of the time I'd forced myself upon her and she had dutifully but unhappily complied. It would be a nice respectable home in which to raise the children. And she wouldn't even have to give me hand jobs any more. Without testicles I would be free from the temptation to lust after every pretty woman I saw. Heck and I wouldn't go bald! It was quite late when we got in. I stayed up to make the tea, and put her sleeping draught in it as usual. Then I slipped in another for good measure. That night as she slept I packed a suit case, took my credit cards, wallet and passport and drove to the airport. That was two years ago and I haven't seen her since or been in touch with her. I make sure that she gets money for the children without her being able to trace it. Meanwhile I've gone bald but my balls are still in place and working beautifully. I have this delightful arrangement with the Spanish speaking girl who comes to clean the house two days each week.