Last day in hospital

"Would you please come along, Mr. Jones" I was asked by a beautiful young nurse I hadn't seen before.

I was lying in my hospital bed, reading the morning paper, but actually was waiting for the doctor to tell me that I could go home. I had been here for about a week for several bladder and kidney tests and this should be my last day.

So I was a little amazed that the nurse asked me to follow her and my amazement grew when she showed me to the elevator which led to the examination rooms. But I didn't ask her why - I should have.

When we entered the elevator she pressed the button "-2".

"Hey", I said,"I've been here several times but never that deep down."

She started to giggle. "No Wonder. Each patient goes there only once as the penis guillotine is the only device down there. There is no room for it on the other floor."

Just seconds after hearing "penis guillotine" my prick was rock hard and fully erect - which didn't mean much as it only was 3.5 inches long. So there was no danger that she could see my erection - at least for the moment.

Penis guillotine - why should I go there, I thought. But immediately I realised what a stupid question that was - I was going to have my penis chopped off, of course. That was something I always had been afraid of during the last couple of years whenever I had to deal with urologists. For more than two decades a penectomy had again and again been discussed but so far I had been spared. But apparently now my time had come.

I was kind of shocked and didn't say or do anything. Instead of running away or at least protesting I just followed her in silence when the elevator doors opened.

She showed me to a little cabin and said "Please, take all your clothes off."

Then I was alone and started undressing. When I was naked my penis was still fully erect - which was not exactly pleasant as a catheter was still inserted in my urethra. I was afraid of what was going to come but obviously at the same time I was looking forward to it - at least my prick was.

I dind't have to wait long before she opened the door. As it was her first shift since my arrival she didn't know how small I was. So she froze for a moment when she saw my tiny erect prick and then with a smile on her face said "So it's not such a big loss this time."

"Well, that's good, you're already shaved," the nurse said. I always shave my pubic hair as you can see more of my tiny penis then. "But we still have to remove your catheter." She unblocked the balloon in my bladder and pulled out the catheter in one quick move - which hurt quite a bit. "Don't worry, "she laughed when I trembled," that'll be the last you felt in your prick."

"Come over here" she continued and pointed to a strange machine. You couldn't really see what it was made for - it was just a steel block with several holes.

The nurse alternatingly looked at me and the machine and then said, pointing to one of the holes "Put your penis in there."

I stepped forward and put it in - the height fit perfectly. Immedately something took hold of it.

"Do you want to keep a stump?" I was asked. I was almost paralysed and couldn't think properly so I didn't really understand what she was asking and just shook my head - big mistake.

As a consequence my penis was pulled further into the machine until it vanished completely.

"OK then, I'm ready, hope you are too, I'll do it.... now."

Red hot pain raced through my body when a blade sliced through my penis inside the machine and immediately afterwards the wound was cauterized.

I stumbled backwards when my prick was separated from my body. I looked down and couldn't even see a bulge where my penis had been just seconds ago.

She looked at me, just said "Perfect job" and then inserted a new catheter into my urethra.

"You can go back to your room now."

I tunred around and headed for the little cabin when she suddenly said

"Oh, wait for a moment. You forgot to sign that you agree with your wife's wish to have your penis removed."

I just signed.