15 minutes

He comes for information - and gets more than he wants.

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(Please excuse me if I don't always use the right words or make 
other mistakes but as I'm a German it's not that easy for me to 
write those stories)

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I had known about this clinic through a TV-programme. I found out 
the address, wrote it on a piece of paper - and more or less forgot 
about it again. Weeks later I found my note again and made up my 
mind to go there and ask for details. 

And then I was there.  I just wanted to know what this was all 
about, how it worked, how much it would cost .... things like that. 
I was curious because I had always dreamed about having it done and 
could hardly believe that such a place really existed and that it 
was really done every day.  

When I entered the clinic I was surprised how crowded it was - some 
were sitting there apparently waiting others were running around. 
Most of them were rather young. Were they all here for the final 
step - and what about the women?

When I headed for the reception I saw a clock - it was 10 to 2. 

My feelings were strange. I was curious but at the same time I was a 
little afraid and wanted to leave - but the nurse didn't give me a 
chance.

"Can I help you?" this beautiful young girl asked me.

"Well, I guess so. I saw a TV-programme about your clinic and now 
I'm here to get more information about the procedure, the costs, the 
time I would have to stay here, how to make an appointment 
and......"

"What are you interested in?"

I was a bit puzzled "Well, what do you mean."

"We have several procedures on offer like vasectomies, castration 
and so on . So what is it supposed to be?"

I was a bit embarrassed that she was talking so loud as several 
young women were standing next to me and could hear everything. 

"What about a penectomy" I said lowering my voice. 

One of the girls beside me started giggeling but the nurse showed no 
sign of astonishment at all. "What kind of penectomy?" she asked in 
totally sober way.

"Are there different kinds"?

"Partial, standard or radical" she told me and with a look at my 
face continued " partial means that part of the penis is cut off, 
the standard procedure removes the visible part and if you ask for 
the radical penectomy then the internal parts of the penis are taken 
out as well."

"I guess standard" I replied turning dark red as the girl next to me 
looked at me with a smile on her face probably visualising what 
would be done with me. Apparently te girls were here just for fun.  

"Well that can be done just now and you can leave immediately 
afterwards" the nurse said but it didn't really sink into my brain 
what she meant as she continued right away "Any method you prefer?"

"Method?"

"The guillotine, the snips, the scalpel" the nurse continued and now 
all the girls around me had a broad smile on their faces.

"I...I.. I don't know" I tried to get away" I think I know enough 
for the moment and...." 

But again the nurse didn't give me a chance "Why do you want to have 
it cut off?" 

"It is too small" my embarrassment was growing when I said that but 
I was in for more.

"How long is it .. erect?" she asked.

"Just over 3 inches" I answered trying no to look at anybody.

For the first time the nurse showed that she was not a machine "You 
really mean 3 inches?" she said " no wonder you came here. The snips 
then."

The nurse then asked me for my name and address and all that stuff 
but I was distracted by the girls who made comments about my size. 
"That's a boy's size" one said and "like my brother of 10" came from 
another. 

They continued like that for a while and finally agreed "Cutting it 
off is the best thing you could do" when suddenly the nurse put a 
piece of paper in my hand and said " got to room 5 over there, my 
colleague will help you".

It was quite clear what was going to happen but I didn't quite get 
it and before I did everything was already over. 

I walked over to room No 5 and just wanted to sit down when the door 
opened and I was asked to come in. She took the piece of paper, 
looked at it and said "Just pull down your trousers and get on that 
bench."

When I was lying on the bench I expected some preparation but my 
prick apparently knew better - it was fully erect - 3.5 inches that 
is.

The nurse turned to me keeping her hands behind her back and looked 
at my erect member. With a smile she said "Oh, you have already 
shaved and your little friend is ready for take off - that's fine."

With that she took my penis with her left hand and pulled it away 
from my body and immediately snipped it off right at its base. 
Although I was looking at my penis at that moment I didn't really 
realize what was happening - I only did when I saw her left hand 
with my severed penis way above my body. That was when red hot pain 
hit me.

She cauterized my wound and inserted a catheter. "Come back tomorow 
and show me your wound" she said "Here are some apinkillers. You can 
go now. Bye." She left the room.

I put on my trousers and left. When I came to the reception I saw 
the clock again - it was 5 past 2. I noticed that I had only been 
there for 15 minutes - and only then it really hit me that I had 
come for information and left without my penis.