Kyla and Matt V - Surprise Ending

When I woke up, the world was very, very fuzzy. I must have been on some sort of drugs, I realized. The world was much too... liquid. It appeared to be a blurry hospital room ceiling, above me.

I could feel a sensation in my hand, very far away. Like another hand, soft and warm, holding it. I looked over, and Kyla was there, looking at me earnestly. I was startled by how close her face seemed.

She touched my forehead and asked, "How are you?"

I licked my lips, which were completely dry, and croaked, "Thirsty."

She quickly held a glass of water to my mouth. The liquid felt like cool fire going down my throat. Nothing could be better.

"Did I...?" I asked. I looked down at my waist. Under the thin hospital blanket I could see a bulky, shapeless bandage completely engulfing my crotch and wrapping around my hips. I couldn't feel my legs, anything below about the middle of my back. I tried moving a leg; nothing happened.

"What's-?"

"You've got a half body painkiller. It was injected into your lower spine. Don't worry, nothing's wrong with you. It'll come back."

I relaxed my head back onto the pillow, exhausted from that effort. The last few minutes before I passed out came back to me: all the girls surrounding me, marking off the length of my cock, Kyla's last fuck, her ass sliding up and down it. The sound of that spring and the hard, relentless sound of the blade slamming into the wood base of that device.

I stirred, "Is it... gone?"

She nodded, "I'm afraid so, buster."

"I never thought I'd actually do it..."

She touched my hair. After a moment, she said, "I should let you sleep."

I nodded, "yeah... that'd be... nice..." She kissed my forehead, and before I drifted off I could hear the sound of the door to my room closing.

The next time I awoke, I felt much better, except completely famished. Kyla wasn't here this time, but there was one of the young, beautiful Chateau girls in a nurse's outfit. The absurdity of the outfit struck me. It appeared that these were indeed medical professionals, at least skilled enough to suture up a man's severed penis, but like the maids, they were dressed like something out of a porn movie.

She turned, saw me awake, and smiled.

"How are you Matt?" she asked, "Feeling better?"

I nodded, "How long have I been asleep?"

"Almost two days," the nurse replied, "roll over, it's time for another shot." She helped me roll onto my side, and I felt a painful pinprick in the small of my back.

"There, there," she said, "now to change your bandages."

At that moment, Kyla came into the room. Her face brightened when she saw me awake. "Matt!" she cried, and rushed to me and embraced my head.

"Hi Kyla," I said awkwardly, her breasts pressing against my face.

"There's another nurse coming with some food. They were just saying you should wake up soon and you'd be hungry," Kyla said. As if in answer to her comment, my stomach growled loudly. Kyla giggled, which made me smile.

"I dreamed..." I said.

Kyla took my hand, "Yeah? Tell me about it."

"I dreamed I was with my old Aikido teacher... only he was a truck driver, and so was I..." I shook my head, trying to focus on the parts of the dream I could remember.

"We were talking about, you know... penectomy. He was going to get it done also... or already had? No..." I thought for a moment, "I thought he had, and we were talking about it, but it turned out he hadn't."

"Go on..." Kyla said, brushing hair out of her face.

"He was saying that the important thing is self-control. The whole purpose of... of removing it, is not to destroy something, but to learn something.

"Sex isn't bad, he was saying, it can just be misused. If you can learn to use it right, only in a moral way, you don't need to cut it off. Or you can anyway, I guess, if you wanted to. But the point is to learn right from wrong, and to learn to control your urges... I guess... I can't really remember any more..."

The dream was fading quickly. Just moments before it had seemed so much more vivid.

"I remember him teaching me things, like how to keep walking even when you're tired, and how to lift an..." I struggled to remember, "an injured man, without hurting him, and to help him walk. And how to punch someone without hurting him."

Kyla's bright eyes were looking at me contemplative, but she didn't have anything to say. I glanced down. The blanket across my lower body had been lifted, showing a huge white bandage around my crotch. The nurse was just tying on a fresh one, but I still couldn't feel a thing. The old bandage was taped into a ball next to it. As the nurse threw it away, I wondered how much blood I would find if I unwrapped that bandage. I was kind of glad I couldn't see.

The door opened, and another sexy nurse came in, carrying a tray of food. This one was the same French massage assistant who had been one of the last girls I fucked. She smiled at me, showing her great dimples, her whole face lighting up with that fake bedside manner enthusiasm.

As I took the tray of food, I kicked myself for still not knowing her name.

"So how much is left, down there?" I asked, gesturing toward my crotch as I started to eat.

Kyla shrugged, "Enough. You'll see. Things won't be the way they were before."

"I know," I glanced quickly at the three beautiful women in the room with me, "Man, I wish I were healed already so I could take it for a trial run. I know it's ridiculous, but I'm kind of horny already."

Kyla laughed, "You are incorrigible!" With that, she kissed me on the forehead and said, "After you eat, you should get some more rest. I'll come back in later to check on you."

The food disappeared quickly, and I didn't find it hard at all to fall back asleep.

The next time I awoke, no one was around, and I had to lay there for an interminable amount of time with nothing to do but wonder when someone would come. I couldn't move my legs any more than I could feel them, but I kept looking down at the bandage around my crotch, thinking about what would be underneath.

No more sex, that was for sure. At least, no more intercourse. No more blowjobs. No more masturbation. But I knew all that before. But maybe any or all of those could still exist in some sense, if there was much of a stump left. I wasn't sure, it seemed like the blade had ended up attached somewhere pretty low.

What would life be like now? Would I tell my co-workers, my friends? My parents? Maybe this was something just Kyla and I should share.

I thought of what Kyla's sister Marie had said, about wanting to 'borrow' me after this. Despite myself, I found myself imagining what it would be like trying to pleasure her without a penis. There was a strange, unpleasant twinge.

It was one thing to fantasize about, another for it to be real. I looked down at my crotch again. A great, terrible sorrow came over me, and yet at the same time, I didn't know what to think. It wasn’t exactly like I regretted it—the sorrow was something much more ancient.

The door opened, interrupting my emotions. Kyla peeped her head in, and said, "Oh! You're awake."

"Hi..." I reached out my hand to her. She came closer and took it, smiling.

"I dreamed again..." I said.

"Yeah?" She made herself comfortable, "Tell me about it!"

"It was the Aikido master again. He died... but not before telling me something incredibly important..."

"What was it?" Kyla asked.

"I don't remember," I shook my head.

"So... I've been thinking about what you said yesterday," Kyla said carefully, "You know, sex isn't bad. I know you've always had this thing, about your father, and... and... rape, and, you know... your thing. Your feelings about sex, and your male parts. I think that's a lot of why you wanted this.

"But sex doesn't have to be a bad thing. A lot of women really, really like sex. I do."

I smiled ironically, "Don't you think you're telling me this a little bit late?"

She shrugged one shoulder (causing a delightful sway through one tit) and said, "I've told you before. You just didn't listen."

I sighed, "I'm sorry... that wasn't fair of me. This was my choice, not yours. I'm just..."

"It's a big deal, and I realize there are going to be some complicated emotions around it. You don't have to worry, I’m here with you." She smiled, still holding my hand in both of hers.

"But seriously," she continued, "Sex can be abused, just like anything. But that doesn't mean it's inherently wrong, or only can be used for abuse."

She brushed her hair out of her eyes and said, "Maybe that's what the monk guy in your dream was trying to tell you."

I nodded thoughtfully, "I think it was, something like that... but what good does that do me now?"

Kyla looked off for a moment, then said, "Well, in your dream, he had to die, in order to tell you the most important lesson. Maybe it's like that here too?"

"You mean, like, my penis had to die for me to learn the life lesson about sex?"

"I don't know, it's not so crazy, is it? Besides, there’s a bit left. Your sex life isn’t over—not if I have anything to say about it!" She cocked a smile at me.

I felt a stir of love for this woman, remembering why I married her. This was quickly accompanied by an irrational desire to ask her for a blowjob. Instead I just said, "I love you."

"I love you too.” After a moment, she asked, "So what are you thinking about life without a penis? Are you looking forward to going back?"

"I don't know. I guess I haven't gotten entirely used to it yet. I imagine it's going to take some time. It's a bit of a shame that I can't enjoy any of the women in this Chateau now, though I suppose I had my fun."

Kyla giggled, "That you did."

She traced her finger along my wrist and said slowly, "Would you do it again? If you could take it back... would you?"

My heart clenched, but I said, "No… I did it for a reason. I mean, I do… just… don't ask me that, please. What's done is done. I can't take it back, and I probably wouldn't if I could, anyway. I've wanted this for a long time, and I'm glad it's happened. Now I just have to look forward and accept the new life I have."

Kyla nodded. After a while she said, "Well, while you've been out, I've made friends with some of the girls here, and they're going to take me on a shopping trip into Paris. Will you be okay for a few hours?"

I smiled, "Go have fun, Kyla. We're in France, one of us might as well enjoy it."

She gave me a sad smile and went out, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

It was many hours later before she came back. Something told me it was evening now, even though I didn't have any windows or a clock. This time, Kyla was accompanied by the Madame.

Again, I was struck by the sexual magnetism of this woman. She was a head taller than Kyla, and dressed in a striking black dress with red highlights. This was not a woman to fuck with.

Kyla took a deep breath and said, "Matt, we have something to show you."

I pulled myself up a little bit, confused, and said, "What is it?"

Kyla pulled the blanket off my lower body, and carefully undid the bandage. I could hear her cursing under her breath as she tried to get the tape off. Finally she just ripped that part, then carefully unfolded the rest.

As the bandage came clean, I looked down at my own groin to see--a complete set of cock and balls. Flaccid, but intact and unharmed.

The world swam. I grabbed the bed for support, afraid I might pass out again.

"I don't understand... what?"

Kyla took another deep breath and said, "I was thinking about some of the things you said to me. 'It's not that I don't want it, it's just that I do want to cut it off,' and things like that. And your whole attitude after we got here. You were rushed, you didn't seem sure of yourself.

The Madame spoke, in a silken alto, "She came to me with her fears. I have done this many times, and it was clear to me that you were unsure of your own desires. You were obsessed, yes, but with the idea, maybe not the reality. I only do it for men who truly want it.

"I told your pretty little wife that you must be allowed to go through with it. The idea had you, like a predator clasped onto its prey. You knew you could cut it off, and you couldn't let go until you did it."

"So we did," Kyla continued, "At least, we gave you the experience of it."

"What about the last night?" I asked, my mind spinning, "The girls, and the blade, and... and you!"

"It's a trick device," Kyla explained, "It pinched sharply, and did actually make a small cut, but didn't do any real harm. It also injected you with a painkiller to quickly numb your penis, enhancing the sensation of its loss."

Stunned, my mouth opened and closed like a fish, but I couldn’t speak.

Kyla stepped forward and took my hand, "You said that you wanted a penectomy because you never chose that part of you. Well, now I'm giving you the choice. Not in the heat of passion, at the moment of arousal, but when you have a clear head and time to think about it."

I looked down at myself, flaccid and still between my legs, and said, "Could you give me a blowjob and then cut it off again?"

Kyla's eyes flattened, "You're not listening. This isn't about turning you on. You already had your 'last' orgasm. This isn't a chance for you to get off again. This is a chance to decide whether what happened was real, or an illusion."

Both of them looked at me expectantly. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach, as the reality of the situation crashed in on me. My world swam slightly. I looked down at my flaccid cock again, so small, so vulnerable. I still couldn't believe it was still attached.

"What do you want?" Madame asked, "Do you want it to be gone, like you thought it was? We will make it so. Or do you want it back? Not everyone gets that choice."

Kyla squeezed my hand, "I love you. Whatever you choose."

"I... I..."

WHAT WOULD YOU DO? MAKE YOUR OWN CHOICE (and post about it on the boards!)

Happy dreams :) -darkboy