E-Mails to Pam

By Palemale

My girlfriend wanted me to be fixed the way “most” of her dogs were. We exchanged E-Mail about getting it done.

[Castration] [General Warning] [Testicles]

E-Mail to Pam June 20, 2008 12:03 PM

I really sorry I got so pissed off when you wouldn’t jump into bed with me before you left on your trip. It’s just that you’re going to be gone so long. You called me a sex addict and I couldn’t take it. I like to lick you before I do myself. I’m sorry I can’t stay erect to have regular sex with you. The Viagra doesn’t help anymore. I want you to know I am going to ask my doctor about removing my testicles. I know I said this before, this time I am going to do it.

E-Mail to James June 20, 2008 6:19 PM

That is wonderful to hear. Are you sure you really want to do this? They are your balls. I’d prefer you without them of course. It would make me happy. Will a doctor even do that? It’s castration of a healthy male, not some dog getting fixed.

E-Mail to Pam June 20, 2008 7:21 PM

I am going to do it this time. I just can’t live like this anymore. I’m horny all the time, and my dick won’t work. Frustration! I pull myself off more than you know. I do it all the time. I waste entire days jerking myself off hoping I’ll stop thinking about sex.

E-Mail to James June 20, 2008 9:09 PM

Good to hear you’re going to get fixed. We will both be happier. I really love getting licked and the way you suck me to make my clit vibrate is unreal. I’m just tired of you trying to put that limp thing of yours in me afterwards.

Ask if they can remove the dick too. When I had my dogs castrated I always wished they had taken the dicks off them too. I’d like you smooth.

E-Mail to Pam June 20, 2008 9:37 PM

Did you have all of your dogs castrated?

E-Mail to James June 20, 2008 9:46 PM

I had most of my dogs snipped, it made them more docile. If they fix you properly it will be fun to lead you around on a dog leash too.

E-Mail to Pam June 20, 2008 10:01 PM

Why weren’t all of them castrated? I don’t remember you having any bitches.

E-Mail to James June 20, 2008 10:14 PM

If the males aren’t castrated they get sexually aggressive and wanted to mount me. This wasn’t always a bad thing. I enjoyed it from time to time. After we get you fixed, I might get something special for me again. He would probably want to mount you too. I’d love to watch that.

E-Mail to Pam June 20, 2008 10:31 PM

Somehow I find that exciting. I never knew you did that. I guess I’d rather you did it with a dog than another guy. I would like to try it at least once. Would it hurt me?

E-Mail to James June 20, 2008 10:46

Not much after the first time.

E-Mail to Pam June 26, 2008 9:23 AM

Doctor’s appointment tomorrow morning to ask to get “fixed”.

E-Mail to James June 26, 2008 1:27 PM

Let me know how that works out for you.

E-Mail to Pam June 27, 2008 7:51 PM

I’m really tired and I’ve taken lots of drugs for the pain. But it is done, and I am back home. I wanted you to know everything right away so if I ramble I’m sorry. It was a busy day and everything went very fast.

I went to my doctor and let them do the regular check up on me. When my doctor came in we chatted for a bit and then I just blurted out that I want her to remove my testicles. She never even blinked. She asked me a lot of questions, got into psychological issues, and I told her how being impotent and still having a strong sex drive was hurting our relationship. I repeated your comments too. The doctor was really nice about it. She said she was sorry the Viagra had not helped at all.

Understanding the dilemma was one thing, but she could not legally recommend castration unless there was a good medical reason. Were it up to her, she would be happy to see them removed. From a health point of view, she felt all men should have their testicles removed by the time they reached forty years of age, adding that most women suffer psychological guilt brought on by the constant sexual demands of their husbands. Finally she said, “let’s see what we can do?”

She had me take off my cloths, put on a gown and sit on the examining table. After carefully checking each of my testicles, she stated that there was a lump in my scrotum that needed additional examination. She buzzed one of her technicians for some additional things. One of her assistants, young woman came into the examination room with a tray of small bottles. She smiled as I tried to cover my exposed private parts. My doctor took a syringe from a drawer and filled it with red fluid from one of the small bottles. Saying “this is going to sting a bit”, she slowly pushed the needle into my right testicle and injected the fluid. It burned, but it was bearable. Quickly she injected the second testicle. With both balls burning, I suddenly became erect. I should have been embarrassed but I really liked getting hard again. The doctor had me lie down and said I should relax, she would be back in about thirty minutes. My erection continued while I waited almost forty-five minutes before she returned.

When she walked back in, I started to tell her that I had changed my mind about the castration. I still had an erection and I loved it. She smiled and said it was too late for that to make a difference. The injections were chemicals that had already damaged my testicles beyond repair. They were probably dead after the first thirty minutes and would now need to be removed to avoid complications. I was shocked and started to protest.

The doctor calmly took my erection in her hand and explained that the pain of the injections might have caused the erection. Patients react differently to different drugs. It could be that I enjoyed the pain or maybe it was the idea of castration. It really made no difference. What was needed now was to get me to a clinic where they would remove the dead testicles. I should have them taken out as soon as possible.

She had already arranged an appointment at a clinic that specialized in this type of procedure. She said I needed to get there ASAP and that they would take care of me. Somewhat numb, I dressed, took the paper work, and drove to the clinic. It was a small out of the way place I had never noticed before. They were waiting for me and ushered me into a small operating room. Now naked again under a sheet, my legs were spread and strapped down, an IV was inserted, I quickly became very drowsy. I remember a doctor coming in to do the operation and something about being lucky that there had been a cancellation and she could do me right away.

When I was exposed and they started to prep the area to be cut, someone said something about my erection and how I wouldn’t need that again. I could barely talk. The doctor wasted little time in silting open the scrotum and pulling the testicles out. She snipped the cords as I looked away. I heard my balls drop into a metal pan. She announced that she was inserting a pair of synthetic balls before she sutured the incision. I started to object. She cut me off saying that with them in, no one would know I had been castrated. If my girlfriend wanted the sack and penis removed, they would do that later when they had more time.

They gave me pills for pain and asked whom I had brought to drive me home. I didn’t even know I needed someone, so I had to leave my car and take a cab. I’m home now, castrated and high on pain pills. I wish you were here.

E-Mail to James June 29, 2008 9:43 PM

You are such a good boy. I’m going to get the nicest dog for us to play with. Of course, he won’t be castrated like you.