Frank joined the Eunuch Archive and learned much about living after having a penectomy. The idea of being constantly horny, but being unable to climax gave him a rush. Through a friend that he met in the chatroom, he made contact with a cutter who, as good fortune would have it, lived in his own city.

After a whole week of waiting and anticipating his big day, Frank kept the appointment with destiny at a restaurant. The man seemed friendly enough. He was a man in his late sixties with kindly blue eyes and an aura of reassurance about him.

It turned out that this man, who called himself Dr. Smith, was at one time an actual physician who was now retired and only did a little work on the side lines for pin money and to feed a rather curious appetite for certain body modifications. Dr. Smith explained that although everyone is different, it would most likely be that Frank would still be able to have children, technically, at least, and that there would be no loss of body hair or bone density, also that his high sex drive would remain the same. As a suggestion, Dr. Smith said that it might be good before the big chop, to see if Frank could get off by stimulating his prostate gland and not touching his penis.

At the conclusion of the meeting, they set the appointment for the surgery for the upcomming fourth of July holiday in five days time. Frank eagerly went home to do his homework. He remembered about a friend who told him that he used to get turned on by taking enemas and letting the flow run against his prostate gland followed by a massage with his finger. Eagerly Frank ran the water in the sink while he collected some towels, an enema bag, and some vasaline. Once the red rubber enema bag bulged with warm soapy water, Frank threw a towel down on the bed and inserted the nozzle deep within his puckered asshole. Crawling up onto the bed on his hands and knees, he hung the bag on a picture nail, then released the clamp. The warm soapy water coursed through his bowels while his cock engorged and stood ram rod hard next to his body. With great excitement, and a greased finger, Frank rubbed his prostate until he errupted in a successful climax.

Over the next few days Frank practiced various ways to get off without touching his cock and felt very victorious. He couldn't wait to keep his appointment.

Then, on the appointed day, while the other citizens prepared theire picnics, Frank rose early and took a shower, dressing casually. He arrived at the appointment ten minutes early. He was so eager to start his new life. Dr. Smith said that he needed to go over a few things with Frank just to make sure about everything.

He asked whether Frank wanted to have his penis extracted down to the root or whether he would like it to be merely trimmed so as there would be a little left, just enough to direct his urine stream as before. He offered that alternatively, a route for urination could be excavated to a place right behind his testicles and before his redtum. Frank imagined having to urinate like a woman for the rest of his life. It turned him off because he might look wierd in the men's room, yet he imagined that having that little stump might entice him to cheat and try to get off with it. He optioned for the new eurethral exit. Dr. Smith checked the box on the form.

A nurse appeared in the room. Dr. Smith asked Frank if it would be alright for her to shave him while the questions were finished. Frank was eager to be cut and so said that that would be fine. He was given a gown and asked to take off his clothes and lie down on the operating table. As he hopped up on the table, he noticed just how pretty the young nurse was as she brought over the can of shaving cream and sprayed it on his crotch. To his amazement she pulled out an old fashioned straight edged barber's razor.

"The old fashioned razors work best," the doctor quipped. "Stay still, now. We don't want to cut off anything prematurely." The nurse giggled and Frank managed a little laugh. As her expert hands set about their work, Frank was aroused by her touch. He was embarrassed by his errection, but as this would be his last one, he felt he would be excused. The nurse gave a little smile. The doctor said not to be embarrassed as almost all of his clients cracked raging hard-ons prior to castration or penectomy.

Doctor Smith assured Frank that there would be a recording on DVD of the operation that he could take home with him, and that a mirror on the ceiling would allow Frank to watch the whole proceedure while it was happening. The thought of watching his penectomy over and over thrilled Frank. This doctor thought of everything.

For a last assurance, Dr. Smith said that he had finally perfected a pain blocker which would deaden the parts but would not affect a person's awareness.

"Now then, I will ask you for the last time if you wish to have this done, knowing full well that once done it is irreversable," Dr. Smith said. Frank answered that he was even more sure than ever that this was the right thing for him.

The doctor asked Frank to lay back and relax while the nurse and strapped him down to the table. Frank complied with eagerness. It would only now be minutes more before his hard, throbbing cock would be amputated and he would be the perpetually horny man.

Once the straps were on, the Doctor opened a door at the back of the room and admitted another surgeon who was masked, scrubbed, and ready to perform the surgery. Dr. Smith introduced the man saying that last night he had hurt his back and was afraid to operate while his back was not 100%, and that instead Dr. Jones, his associate would take over.

Frank did not like this last minute change, but as he had waited so very long to have this done, he agreed to Dr. Jones as the surgeon.

Dr. Snith turned to leave the room and said, "One last thing, you will notice the special accustical tiling in here. Don't be afraid to raise your voice. No one on the outside will hear you. Good luck."

While the nurse washed down the area with betadyne solution, Dr. Jones read Dr. Smith's notes.

"Ready, and here we go," Dr. Jones said as he draped off the area. The nurse handed the instruments to the doctor as he began the procedure. A steady cut from the scalpel severed the scrotum and its twin testicles. Frank felt a tug and saw that he was castrated.

"No! No! You weren't supposed to cut my nuts off. You were supposed to only cut off my penis," Frank shouted in horror.

A quick look at the chart that Doctor Smith had filled out seemed to be checked on bilatteral orchiectomy. Even the nurse could not make it out for sure.

"You know how a doctor's handwriting is," the nurse shrugged. Frank was deep in shock that this could happen to him from some bad handwritting.

Doctor Jones figgured that he ought to press on and with another stroke severed the patient's unwanted penis. Frank's mind screamed with hurt as he realized that he had lost his testicles, scrotum, penis, and any hope of a sex life, forever.

In an effort to soothe his patient the doctor said, "Don't worry, there will be no extra charge."

Wordless, in a state of shock, Frank heard the fireworks as people enjoyed their holiday.