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One-Year Checkup
I was not expecting to lose my cock at the one-year anniversary of my castration and I still haven't quite gotten over the shock. Once again, my wife made my appointment and I reluctantly agreed to go. I didn't think that she would remove my penis. She had not mentioned anything about removing it since my castration. I was on HRT and my sex drive was still there somewhat, but nothing like when I had balls. Since it had been a year since I was castrated I thought that she’d forgotten about the penectomy and didn’t mean it in the first place. I still had sex with her at least three times a month. She had purchased a strap-on dildoe that I had to use when I could not get it up. Recently, she had me use the strap-on regularly because she complained that my erection wasn't as large or as hard as it used to be. A couple of times she used it on me. Once I came from the prostate stimulation. Prostate orgasms are kind of flat. They are more like a bodily function but they still feel pleasurable to a point. So there I was in the doctor's office, the last appointment of the day. That should have caused suspicion in me because it was how they took my testicles a year ago. I didn't think that they were considering cutting off my dick. Silly me. Once again I was made to strip in front of the doctor and my wife while they watched and the doctor asked me who did my hair removal. They had also removed my facial hair and I felt like a pre-pubescent teenager naked in front of them, embarrassed for them to see me without my clothes. I now had neither balls nor scrotum and my dick had shrunk to just under 5 inches erect. Many times when I worked or exercised strenuously my dick would retract up inside my body and invert so that it looked like I didn’t have a cock. So there I stood, naked, humiliated, and hairless and ball less feeling timid and ashamed. All of a sudden I started getting an erection. The doctor and my wife looked at my boner standing straight out away from my body looking much longer than 5 inches because of my hairless state. Very slowly the doctor checked me out as my wife looked on. My wife snickered as I was given a prostate exam. The doctor spent a long time massaging my prostate and I strained to keep from cumming. My wife and the doctor both knew how close I was to cumming because they were giving knowing looks to each other. I was alternating going up on my toes and down on my feet flat as seemingly gallons of clear pre-cum came out of my cock in long strings and dripped to the floor. At the last instant before I could cum the doctor removed her two long fingers from my ass leaving me high and dry and aching for relief. Although relieved that my ass was no longer being reamed I still ached with the need to cum. I had not felt so turned on since my castration in front of the whole office staff. I guess that you’d have to call it blue prostate because my ball had been gone for a year. The doctor asked me to get up on the table and to put my feet in the stirrups saying, "C'mon, you know the routine." So there I laid, naked, frustrated with the firmest erection that I had since I was castrated and lost my scrotum. My wife was sitting beside me and watched, as I was loaded up into the stirrups. This table was different because the stirrups had knee rests that my legs fit into. It was then that I noticed the mirrors on the ceiling. They had secured my knees with straps and the arms of the exam table were folded out so my arms were strapped down too. I asked them what they were doing and they said nothing until I was secured. The my wife looked into my eyes and said, "dear, I didn't have the heart to tell you but today you're going to lose you penis. "Oh please," I begged, "don't cut it off. I still can use it and you said that you wouldn't cut it off unless I couldn't get an erection, remember.?" Reality rushed in on me. My penis was the last part of my manhood left, and now they were demanding that I lose that, too. The doctor and my wife looked at each other for an instant. I thought that they'd changed their minds. "Please honey, look how hard I am. I need my penis, don't cut it off." I hadn't noticed but the doctor had taken a position behind the table and suddenly grabbed my head and tilted it back. My wife jumped up and helped her and they forced my mouth open. I didn't realize what they were doing soon enough to clamp my jaw shut but the doctor slipped a metal device into my mouth and I started to gag. Before I could gag she but an air tube into my throat. I could no longer make a sound except for the air moving in and out of the tube. They started an I.V. in my arm. Then they gave me a drug that did not put me under, it only paralyzed me. So there I was really in a helpless position deprived of the ability to protest my impending penectomy. Before my erection could wilt the doctor stuck a steel rod up my urethra into me. It hurt and burned like hell because the only lubrication that was used was the pre-cum that I had secreted. I would soon find out that the tube was hollow. My wife started slowly masturbating me as I strained against my restraints. Even though I was in a great amount of pain and discomfort my erection did not go away. I would probably have my penectomy while I was still erect. Just then the door opened and the nurse and the receptionist came into the room. My wife looked at me and said, "I told them that they could watch." I shook my head no and they just all looked at me pathetically. The receptionist smiled as the doctor poured a clear liquid into the hollow steel rod filling my bladder and leaving me with a true piss hard on that had no possibility of wilting. I had to pee very badly and I was almost ready to cum but I could do neither. The rod was still up my penis. The stimulation that I was being given to orgasm was not enough. "Why don't you all provide some visual stimulation to the patient", he doctor told the receptionist. God, she read my mind. I still longed to see her naked even after she had watched my castration. I was in for a treat that I couldn’t appreciate because of my predicament. She slowly stripped off her clothes and my wife smiled as I strained to cum but I could not. The receptionist came over and laid her bare breasts across my chest me with her crotch rubbing against my hand that was tied to the arm of the table. My fingers slipped inside and out of her as she rubbed my hand with he crotch and gasped. I could not move a muscle in my hand to stimulate her. I was completely paralyzed. They had hooked my throat tube up to a breathing machine that breathed for me. The doctor checked her instruments and nodded to my wife. My wife started to masturbate me with a very firm grip that almost hurt. I was distracted as the receptionist was using my paralyzed hand to masturbate herself while my wife was stimulating my penis. My wife increased the speed of her hand masturbating me. She said, "honey hurry up and cum or the doctor will cut it off for you and you can do without." The tears started running from my eyes profusely as I realized that they were going to remove my cock while it was still hard. I didn’t want to lose it but I had no choice in the matter now. I was excited and I felt short of breath but I could not breathe any faster because control of my breathing was up to the respirator. I was miserable but still my erection did not subside. The masturbation wasn’t stimulating at all now, it just kept me erect and hurting. My wife snickered, “now you know what it was like for me when you used to rub my clitoris too hard.” The receptionist started to cum and the clear pre-cum still dribbled from around the rod in my dick. The receptionist climbed off me and remained naked during the rest of the procedure. As I gazed at the ceiling unable to move my head I saw the knife coming. They sat me up and held my head so that I could watch my own debasement. The pain was unbearable as she started to cut me. The doctor cut the nerves in my penis and I had no chance of cumming at that point so my wife stopped stimulating me. She looked at me and said, “well, you didn’t cum fast enough so now you have lost your chance to cum forever.” Meticulously, the doctor removed my penis from my body with small deliberate cuts. I watched in unbelievable pain as she cut me time and time again. I had no pain anesthesia. Again and again the scapel cut me and did its gruesome task. God, how it hurt and I couldn't scream because of the tube and the paralysis. Soon she grabbed my still erect cock and slid it off of the hollow steel tube and put it on a tray. As I watched the nurse wheeled my penis away still erect with a band around the base. I heard the door to the room open and close. I never saw my penis again. The naked receptionist bent down and kissed me on the cheek. Blackness enveloped me as I heard her whisper in my ear that it was for the best. The first stitch started closing the gaping hole with the metal rod sticking out of where my penis once was. There would be many more before it was finished. Mercifully, I remained unconscious during the remainder of the procedure. My recovery was uneventful. The kids were gone away with relatives again for a month and I remained naked during my healing time. The doctor made a house call and I found out that her and my wife were having an affair because the treated me to an opportunity to watch them having sex. I felt empty because I was still too sore to touch them and participate. I now have a smooth, hairless crotch with a little pee hole. No one knows about my condition but my wife, the doctor and her employees. Once they had a party and I was forced to wait on them naked. They all copped a feel of my naked smooth crotch. God I hate it when they feel me up like that! My wife just laughs at me when I have to reveal my condition to someone. When she wants to get to me she will send the kids somewhere and pick up a man half my age and fuck him while I stay by the bed nude with the lights on and watch with a gag in my mouth handcuffed to a bed rail. I still pleasure my wife with the strap on once or twice a month when the doctor's out of town if she will allow it. After I am through she takes it and takes me up the ass. Occasionally I have a "prostate" orgasm, but it doesn't feel as good at it did when I could cum from my penis being stimulated. I miss my cock terribly. I have retired form my job. The doctor helped me get disability and now I just putter around the house, hiding my secret from our children. When they are in school my wife demands that I remain naked. The doctor comes in from time to time and I have to watch her and my wife have sex. I am never allowed to participate. I don’t care now and it doesn’t bother me to watch. I don’t care for sex at all and it is a burden to me when my wife demands it. I seldom have even a prostate orgasm now. The doctor's a real looker. I wish I could have had her and her receptionist when I was still a man before they made me a nullified eunuch.
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