I take two squares of the finest blotter, and something nudges me so I take two more, placing all four under my tongue to wait. As the world slowly gets fuzzy I get things moving by setting up the tools, making sure everything is just so. No do-overs, wouldn't want to forget. This is one for the record books.

All's in it's place, laid out just so as I turn the TV on, the dead snow in its eye watching me as I watch it so often before. I undress before its gaze, showing off what I have for the last time. Sitting in my chair, I make some small adjustments before starting tonight's symphony. My cock is hard, eager for what is to come, and I stroke it, careful not to make myself cum. The snow forms images, words, scenes too quick to see and I imagine it showing me glimpses of all those I've slept with, all the sex I've had compressed into one final performance.

Laughing, I pick up the scalpel, and slowly, carefully trace it around the base of my cock. I feel no pain, but the metal working its way through the skin feels odd. The circle closed, I move to just below the head of my cock, and trace around once more, being ever so careful not to go too deep. It wouldn't do to have things happen out of order. Soon the scalpel has made its second journey around, and I put it down for now. I start stroking again, this time harder, faster. Precum starts to drip from my cockhead, and on each stroke the skin on my shaft gets a little looser, moves a little more freely, it's already-loose anchors giving way. As I near my peak, it gives way, and my hand slides over the head, bringing the skin with it.

The skin goes down on the table beside me, laid out just so. I gaze down on my now-nude cock, the head jutting out proudly, and the shaft marbled red and white, the shaft itself exposed for the first and last time. No more jacking off, I guess. Oh well. Taking the scalpel up again, I press it into my dick, right where the head meets the shaft, and angle it in and up, trying to follow the join. The blade is sharp, and the flesh gives way easily. I cut deeper around the head, lost in the cutting, feeling indescribable pleasures. One last dig, and the head comes loose, hanging off the shaft, held on only by the urethra, and still leaking. The scalpel gets put down again and I grab the head in one hand and the shaft in the other. I watch as my hands pull, and theres a soft slick sound as my urethra peels away, like the skin of a banana. I have to stop when it reaches the base, sadly. The sac is in the way, preventing me from taking it all the way down. The head hangs there, still leaking, while my stripped shaft still juts proudly into the air.

I take up a different scalpel, uglier, sharper, with a serrated edge and saw through my sac, crudely tearing it away from my body. It seems like hardly any time has passed at all before it's free, and I lay it beside the other skin. My balls hang down now, free and unprotected, exposed to the air and trying to retract. Grabbing the head again, I peel the rest of the urethra from the shaft, and leave it laying on the chair, still leaking.

It's time for the first scalpel again, and it digs into the tip of my shaft, bisecting it cleanly. I only cut down an inch or two though, it's too impersonal. The scalpel goes down and I take the two halves in each hand and start to pull once again. This time the sound is harsher, a meaty tearing, ripping as my cock is torn in half. More leaking and I almost cum from the intensity of the sensations, as I split my cock right back to the root. Where there was once one cock, now I see two. Imagine, having your dick in two mouths at the same time, with a third there just to swallow. I gently stroke both halves with both hands, purposefully using a different rhythm on each and marvel at how it feels.

Can't forget about my balls though, those pesky things which have driven me to this. I grab one and see just how far it will stretch. Pulling, it slowly gets longer, an inch at a time. I want to see if I can get it a full foot away, so I keep going. It seems to stop, not even half-way, so I pull harder. Something tears free, inside, and I briefly think that I made it before noticing that I've pulled the whole thing off, cord and all. So much for that one. It goes down beside the skin on the table. Good thing I have two, isn't it? Maybe this one can reach a full foot out. Again, there's that tearing feeling, and it seems I've pulled my other ball off as well. It goes beside the first, and I think that at least they won't be lonely.

I pick up some thin string, and start tying it tightly around the roots of my two cocks, as tight as I can manage it, keeping them hard forever. They start turning purple as the blood stops flowing inside, and I feel the pressure, the need for release growing within me. Once they're tied off, I pick up the last unused item on the table, a cordless soldering iron. Pulling hard on one of my dicks, I flick the soldering iron on, and watch it heat up in seconds. Once it glows red, I touch it to the root and burn/cut my way through. This time the sensations are too much, and I can't hold back, cum dribbles out of the lonely head, as the shaft comes free, still hard in my hand. I suck on it, as I pull on the remaining half of my dick, and cut through it as well. I have time to think that the smell really is like a hotdog before I explode again, more cum dribbling onto the chair as the last of my dick comes away.

I take the half out of my mouth, and line the two pieces up on the table with everything else. I look down, and like the way it looks now, just a tube for pissing. The head seems wrong, but a quick yank pulls that off, and it goes on teh table too. I stroke the naked urethral tube for awhile, but it just doesn't feel the same. Rubbing the hole where my cock was does feel good though. On impulse, I tie my urethra in a knot and sit back, laughing.

My last thoughts before I pass out are: This is some good acid. I wonder if any of this is real? Maybe when I wake up I'll be a girl, it'd be fun to see things from the other side...