Panty Freaks Part 4, Chapters 16 - 20

Chapters 16 - 20

Chapter 16

It was the next morning before I had another chance to talk to Larry alone.

"Say, Larry. I remember last year, right before school let out, you were telling me about going to Cancun. You said you were going to… well, you know… is that what you were talking about last night?"

Larry smiled and nodded his head.

"You mean at the clinic and all? The operation?"

"Yep. I’m going for it, man. I’m getting a full penectomy."

"Why?"

"Why do you play with gaffs? And don’t tell me you haven’t ever imagined what it would be like for that to be permanent."

"Yeah, but I mean this is for real. I mean you can never go back. You’re gonna really wish you hadn’t done it after it’s over. You know that don’t you?"

"Regretting it is part of it, man. I’ll bet you’ve regretted leaving home a few times, but you wouldn’t go back. You never get something for nothing, man. There’s always a sacrifice."

"Yeah, but in this case what are you really getting out of it?"

"It lets you get closer to girls and women - in a real special way. Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Yeah sure, but…"

"Well, there you are, man. It’s not for everybody. If you’re a stud or a jock it’s not for you. And not all girls like boys like us, but if we try to act like studs we’ll just make fools of ourselves."

"I’m not sure I understand, not completely anyway. I sure wouldn’t be getting my pecker cut off until I knew a lot more."

Larry smiled. "I’ve talked to Ritchie about it a lot. He lost his dick in a motorcycle accident when he was sixteen. Gayle started going with him right after that. They got married and they’ve been together ever since."

"So that’s the story on Ritchie," I said. "But you said Gayle started going with him AFTER his accident? Did she know?"

"Yeah, Ritchie had another girlfriend, but she bailed out on him as soon as she found out he would never be able to do it. Gayle heard about him and she said it really kind of turned her on. Ritchie was feeling pretty down and I don’t think he would have ever asked a girl out again. So Gayle asked him out. And, well… they’re living happily ever after!"

This conversation was so unreal. I was about to ask Larry if his mom and Ralph wouldn’t just throw a fit if they knew. Then I remembered that the night before, he implied that they did know. They just wanted him to wait until he was twenty-one. And what about Nicole? She knew too. All the girls knew and they evidently didn’t think it was that weird. They had just giggled. I was getting a queasy, tingly feeling in my gut just thinking about it. I was also getting a boner.

Our conversation was interrupted by the sound of the girls talking out in the sitting room. They were dressed casually again, in blue jeans and sweats. After exchanging greetings we all clamored down the stairs and into the kitchen to help with breakfast.

Most of the guests had left the dungeons late last night or in the small hours of morning. Only a few were overnighters. Tiffany’s mom had ridden home with another guest last night. Tiffany would be bunking over with Nicole for the weekend. That was usual.

I learned that Master Sargon and Madam Jezebel’s real names were Samuel and Jessica. Sargon and Jezebel were just their scene names. It seems that Samuel and Jessica, Gayle and Ritchie, and Ralph and Regina were the mainstays of the little club. They organized the scenes and made things happen.

This group had now changed into casual dress. Gayle was wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse with a real bra underneath - no cutouts! The evil Madam Jezebel was wearing sweats. Her makeup removed, her eyebrows now pointed in the right direction. Even in her conservative attire she was still an imposing presence.

Larry’s mom, Regina, was wearing a blue housecoat with the three bottom buttons left unbuttoned (on purpose?). Going about her routine activities, she was constantly flashing glimpses of her shapely tanned legs and white panties. I could hardly keep my eyes off her.

It took two large tables in the dinning room to seat all thirteen of us, the adults at one table, kids at the other. It wasn’t long until Gayle, Serena, and Renee began excitedly talking about their plans to go to Cancun. Larry and Ritchie concurred that they were going and joined the conversation. However, they gave no hint that they planned to have any operation or body modification.

"Mike," said Regina, suddenly turning toward me and smiling, "you had better get your passport application in the mail. You only have about three weeks."

I was shocked. I hadn’t figured on being invited. Actually, I just hadn’t thought about it. "Well… I… ah… I’m not sure…"

I suddenly heard a whining chorus from Serena and Renee saying, "Oh, come on, Mike. Go with us. You’ll love it! It’ll be fun!"

"Consider yourself our guest, Mike," said Ralph. Don’t worry about air fare or hotel expense. I’ll take care of it. It’s part of our graduation gift to Larry. I know you two have been best friends since grade school and he wouldn’t feel right unless you accompanied him on this trip."

"It’s okay, Mr. Tuddle. A couple of web page gigs will pay for the trip. I’m just glad you guys invited…"

"Call me Ralph - please!" he laughed. "I’m not a senior citizen YET!" Everyone in the room chuckled. "Save your money, Mike, and buy yourself some souvenirs. The plane ticket and the hotel are on me."

Ralph Tuddle was a much wealthier man than I had at first realized. He had paid cash for the old Victorian home and all the remodeling work. Larry had told me he brought stone masons and iron workers in from Mexico to finish out the dungeons, not because they were cheaper, but because they were specialized craftsmen and it would also keep the locals from knowing exactly what was down there.

"Mom, can’t I go?" Nicole asked.

"Not this year, honey," Regina replied sympathetically. "Remember, you’re going with me and Ralph down to Florida to visit Uncle Frank this summer while Larry’s in school. I’ll tell you what, if Tiffany’s mom will let her go she’s welcome to go with us. We can all go for a cruise and sleep over on Uncle Frank’s boat."

Nicole and Tiffany looked at each other and squealed with delight, obviously quite satisfied with Regina’s little consolation prize.

After that weekend the weather turned warm rather quickly. Just as quickly, Nicole switched from her long kimono nightwear to flimsy little nighties that looked like lingerie. She had quite and assortment and seemed to enjoy modeling it in front of me. Whenever we were watching television out in the little sitting room Nicole would always plop down beside me, modeling a new piece of sexy lingerie.

Larry’s mom, Regina, began running around the house wearing lightweight stretchy nylon body suits, or sometimes just pantyhose (maybe they were supposed to be dance tights) with a matching tube top of sheer nylon that allowed her nipples and areola to be just visible through the material. Casual dress for Regina and Nicole seemed to be T-shirt and panties. It was becoming standard attire for them around the house. It was driving me wild. I wore a gaff now almost anytime I wasn’t in school.

Tiffany, Serena, and Renee visited and slept over weekly. It seemed the girls practically made a contest out of seeing who could dress the sexist. They would have dance workouts in the small ballroom downstairs. They always required mine and Larry’s assistance for these work outs. Our services were especially valued for leg stretches. We had to help them hold their balance while we placed one hand under their inner thigh to help them stretch that extra little inch or so. They would always give us big innocent smiles and thank us for our assistance.

I wondered what thoughts must be running through the girls’ minds knowing that Larry would be dickless in less than a month. Maybe they were trying to get him to change his mind by showing him what he would be missing - giving up forever. They never talked about it. I wondered how the girls would act a month from now, when I was the only one left with a dick.

At night I would take off my gaff and fantasize and masturbate. I would imagine that when we rented our apartment near the University that Larry and I would live with Serena and Renee. The girls would love both of us, but since I would be the only one with a dick they would always rely on me to satisfy their sexual needs.

I felt a little sorry for Larry and convinced myself that I really didn’t enjoy taking advantage of him. This penectomy thing was his idea not mine. I had actually tried to talk him out of it (well, sort of). I remembered how I used to fantasize about Larry and I sharing Celia and not being jealous or each other. But that fantasy also required both of us to be her dickless sissy slaves.

I wondered if being dickless is what would prevent us from being jealous. Then I fantasized again about Larry and I living with Serena and Renee and both being dickless. That caused me to have even stronger orgasms - fantasizing that I couldn’t even have an orgasm. I realized that masturbation fantasies were a lot like dreams, they didn’t have to make sense.

I would have been very ashamed for Larry to have known I had fantasies about his sister, Nicole. For the first couple of weeks I refused to allow her image to come into my fantasies. She was strictly off limits. But after she started parading around the house in sexy lingerie and getting me to hold my hand under her thigh to help her stretch, I couldn’t keep her out of my mind. Whenever I allowed Nicole’s image to enter my masturbation fantasies I would shoot off so hard my balls ached. Fantasizing that I was dickless when I did this seemed to somehow relieve the guilt I felt over using Nicole for masturbation fodder.

Since that BDSM party I also began fantasizing about Larry’s mom. This made me even more ashamed than fantasizing about Nicole. I would imagine her coming up the stairs at night and slipping into my room. She would be wearing nothing but panties, or maybe pantyhose. Whispering, she would tell me that she needed me for sex because Ralph had had a penectomy, like Larry, and couldn’t satisfy her anymore. We would make love quietly with her on top.

Finally, I would imagine that I was living in that house and in addition to Ralph and Regina, and Larry and Nicole, all the others would be there too. Gayle and Ritchie, Serena and Renee, Tiffany, and maybe even Tiffany’s mom. In this fantasy I would be the only one with a dick. I would be kept busy satisfying all the women while the dickless men would be forced to occupy themselves with matters other than sex. This fantasy was a real power trip.

Then I would fantasize that I was also dickless and living among all these beautiful women in whimpering unsatisfied lust. In this fantasy I would be wearing panties just like the girls. They would rub around on me and we would cuddle and snuggle. I would never get hard because there was nothing there to get hard. When I would shoot off (masturbating in real-life) I would whimper in blissful despair, as though I were actually living this fantasy. For some reason I actually found this to be a greater turn-on than fantasizing that I was the only one with a dick.

Chapter 17

Larry and I graduated from high school. Neither my parents nor my older sister showed up at my graduation. There wasn’t even anyone there from my old church congregation to shake my hand. I suppose I had been officially banished because of my disobedience to my parents’ wishes. Larry’s family and their friends from the BDSM club were the only family I had now.

Only days after our graduation we found ourselves at the airport ready to embark on our trip to Cancun. I was excited. Not only was this the first time I had been out of the country, it was the first time I had been more than a hundred miles from my home - well, church camp was actually 130 miles away. This was also my first time on an airplane.

There were seven of us on the trip: me, Larry, Gayle, Ritchie, Serena, Renee, and Renee’s mom, Jessica. Jessica’s husband, Samuel, couldn’t come as he had pressing business at his law firm.

I found myself with a window seat and Gayle and Ritchie occupied the two seats toward the aisle. As soon as we had settled into the flight Gayle and Ritchie began telling me the story of Ritchie’s motorcycle accident that left him dickless. Even though we were speaking in low tones I noticed we had piqued the interest of passengers in adjacent seats. They were trying to be discreet, but were straining to hear every word.

"I was just sixteen at the time," Ritchie said. "I had a medium-sized street bike and I was really a pretty good rider. It was night and a drunk driver ran a stop sign in front of me. My front wheel hit his fender before I could even hit the brakes. I sailed through the air and landed astraddle of a chain link fence - still doing thirty miles per hour! I slid along the top bar for several feet and the unfinished ends of the chain link that were sticking up ripped out my crotch like a saw."

"I’ll bet that hurt," I said.

"Well, I had a fractured wrist, a dislocated shoulder, and three cracked ribs. That caused a lot more pain at first. Luckily, I was wearing a helmet and didn’t receive any head injuries. Then I looked down at my crotch and just saw a bloody mess. I knew I was in big trouble. More than pain, it just felt kind of cool and empty down there. I could tell something was wrong, but the pain just hadn’t started to set in yet."

I shuddered visibly at the thought.

"The ambulance crew started shooting me up with pain killers as soon as they arrived on the scene. I was hoping that things looked worse than they really were. I hoped that maybe my things were just scrambled around a little and they could fix them back.

"I was sedated and semiconscious for days. I found out later, that it was the other way around. My crotch injuries were even worse than they had looked. That fence had taken out every everything I had! They said my whole package was strung out along that fence like Christmas lights.

"Ritchie’s parents begged the doctors to try to reattach and save one of Ritchie’s testicles," Gayle said. "Normally they recommend castration when a boy loses his penis because they think sexual desire will cause him too much frustration. I think that’s wrong. They should wait and see how the boy handles it and let it be his decision. Castration is such a simple operation the guy can get it done as an out-patient if he decides to go that route later."

"So they saved one testicle?" I asked.

"Yeah," said Ritchie, "but they couldn’t reattach the spermatic cords. It left me sterile, but that testicle still produced testosterone. They sewed it back under a little flap of skin I had left there. I don’t really have a scrotum. They rerouted my urethra out an opening they made just below where my scrotum used to be. This lets me pee sitting down. It’s not bad at all once you get used to it."

"That’s terrible," I said. "I can imagine how it would make you feel when you’re just sixteen."

"Well, I’ll have to admit I was feeling pretty low about then," Ritchie continued. "I had a girlfriend and she dumped me after she found out. She said she just couldn’t handle having a boyfriend who wasn’t really a boy anymore. She wanted to get married and have children when she got older. That was something I could never give her. In a way I couldn’t blame her, but I was on the verge of suicide. I kept thinking how lonely my life would be from then on. I was sure no girl could possibly want me. Then I met Gayle."

"My mom was a nurse at the hospital where they sewed him up," Gayle said. "When I first heard the story I kind of felt sorry for this guy. I wanted to see him. My mom said it was just morbid curiosity and wouldn’t tell me Ritchie’s name or what room he was in. Well, I got his name from the accident report and looked him up in the hospital. I posed as a candy-striper, remember, Ritchie?"

Ritchie chuckled. "Yeah, and you used to come down to physical therapy where the girls were exercising me and teaching me how to control my bladder."

"Yes, and I think that’s what inspired me to go on and become a physical therapist myself," said Gayle. "And I’ll be honest, being around a guy who was attracted to me, but sexually harmless was a big turn-on. It made me feel kind of tingly between the legs."

"Then Gayle started coming over to my house. We discovered we only lived two blocks apart. She more or less took up where the physical therapists left off. Gayle made sure I did all the proper exercises, even my bladder control exercises. At first Gayle’s parents and my parents both thought it was inappropriate for us to be together like that. Then it finally dawned on them that I was the safest boyfriend Gayle could possibly have. There would certainly be no unwanted pregnancies. Finally, they all became supportive of our relationship."

"Things just kept clicking between us," Gayle said. "We never really had a formal first date or anything like that. We just started hanging out together and going around together. You know, we would go shopping on the mall, go to movies, and stuff like that. We got married right after high school."

"Yeah, and we’ve got two kids now," Ritchie added, "a boy five, and a girl three. Our parents are taking turns watching them for us while we’re on vacation."

"Two kids?" I was surprised.

"Yes," Gayle replied. "Sperm donors aren’t that hard to find. Ritchies condition actually makes family planning much simpler. I think Ritchie and I have had a wonderful sex life. Better probably than most unmodified couples."

"And I expect it to be just as good, if not better, after I relinquish my last testicle. We’ve learned that sex involves so much more than a physical act. I wouldn’t trade the life Gayle and I have for mundane sex, even if I could get my equipment back."

Gayle smiled and gave her husband a warm hug. "Ritchie’s not really giving up his testicle because of frustration, at least not altogether. Ever since it was reattached it’s been very tender and sensitive, much more than a regular man’s balls. You can just barely bump Ritchie down there and it doubles him up."

"Yeah," he said, "being so sensitive down there can be kind of fun when I’m playing in the scene, but it’s a real bummer in everyday life. I have to be so careful not to get bumped. After I get it removed I should be able to be a lot more active and carefree."

"I’ll have to admit, Ritchie," Gayle giggled, "I’m going to miss playing with your little sensitive spot myself." They both laughed.

The stewardess came around to serve lunch and I was thankful I had a magazine in my lap to cover my huge boner.

After our plane landed and we cleared customs, we traveled in two taxis to our hotel. Jessica had reserved our room, which was a large three-bedroom suite. We even had our own hot tub. The hotel was right on the beach and it had a large enclosed courtyard with a swimming pool and a tennis court.

It turned out that the hotel was affiliated with the clinic where Larry would be getting his penectomy. I think it belonged to the same family. Apparently lots of guys from the States came down here for genital mods and the hotel catered to that traffic. As soon as we confirmed Larry and Ritchie’s appointments at the clinic we were set.

We had an excellent authentic Mexican dinner at the hotel’s restaurant that evening. Larry and Ritchie were told not to eat anything after midnight. Their operations were both scheduled for the next day.

Returning to our suite after dinner, Larry and I donned our gaffs and climbed into the large hot tub. The others were all nude. Jessica and the girls made the rule. If you had a penis, you couldn’t be nude. Ritchie was the only one of us guys who was street-legal.

I got a look at Ritchie’s single nut resting in the middle of his hairless crotch. It looked like a little pigeon egg, or a cyst under the tight skin of his scrotal remnant. Serena and Renee seemed especially infatuated with it. Ritchie would float on his back in the tub, allowing the two girls to examine it. Jessica and Gayle seemed amused watching the two younger girls fondle and caress Ritchie’s testicle. This time tomorrow it wouldn’t be there.

Ritchie seemed quite comfortable and not at all nervous about his upcoming operation. Larry, however, was tense. I knew he must be having second thoughts about now. Sitting in the hot tub with four beautiful women and realizing that in less than twenty-four hours you would be giving up your ability to ever again slip your pulsing throbbing member into their warm silky dampness would have to give one pause. Strangely, however, I found that thought more erotic than even the thought of having sex with these beautiful girls.

Our frolic in the hot tub finished at last, we dispersed to the showers. Larry and I shared one. Coming out of the shower, Larry and I both donned clean dry gaffs. Before exiting the bedroom Larry turned back and looked at me.

"You know, man, I just put this gaff on for the last time. After I take it off tonight I won’t need it again. I’ll never have to wear a gaff again - ever."

He was so nervous his teeth were chattering. I was afraid he was going to cry. I felt sorry for him, but I realized it was his own decision. Also, the girls had a wonderful "going away" party planned for him tonight.

Chapter 18

Walking into the living room, Larry and I found Ritchie in the process of making the convertible sofa into a bed. He was wearing a simple pair of white nylon panties. Shortly, the women all emerged from their bedrooms wearing bathrobes. I assumed they concealed some sexy lingerie underneath and we would be treated to the spectacle shortly. Spiked heels and dark nylon hose were visible beneath Jessica and Renee’s robes.

We began making small talk, talking about the events of the past day, never mentioning tomorrow’s upcoming operations - Larry’s penectomy and Ritchie’s castration. Finally, an awkward silence fell upon us as though we had run out of words. Gayle whispered something in Larry’s ear and began leading him into the bedroom.

"I’m going to borrow Larry for a while," Gayle said, smiling mischievously.

Larry turned around and grinned nervously. I was almost certain Larry was still a virgin and this was his big night. I also suspected that Larry and Serena had a little thing between them and I was a little surprised that it was Gayle rather than Serena who was giving Larry his first time. I had known Larry most of his life, but there were lots of things about this group I didn’t understand.

"Oh, poor Ritchie," Serena said, facetiously as the bedroom door clicked behind Gayle and Larry. "His wife has run off with another man! But don’t worry, Ritchie baby, you’ve got me." Serena was smiling mischievously and seductively, her big gray eyes wide with fake, teasing innocence.

"Oh, look!" She said, flinging off her robe. "We’re wearing the same outfit!" Serena was wearing a pair of white nylon panties that looked exactly like Ritchie’s. She was also topless. Her firm grapefruit-sized breasts had nipples and areola slightly smaller and less pointy than her sister Gayle’s. Serena began fondling and caressing Ritchie’s buttocks through his panties and Ritchie reciprocated in kind.

"Feels good, doesn’t it, baby," Serena said, stepping back with a cute coquettish giggle. She bounced down on the sofa bed, threw her arms over her head and spread her legs wide apart. Her gray eyes again wide with teasing innocence.

"Come on, Ritchie," she crooned. "I’m all yours, baby. Dig in!"

Poor Ritchie knelt at the edge of the sofa bed, his hands trembling as he caressed Serena’s legs, crotch, and midriff, working his way up to her firm young breasts.

"That’s a baby. I want you, Ritchie. Take me! I’m completely yours, baby. Come on!"

"Oh… oh… Serena!" Ritchie’s jaw was quivering as he kissed and slurped Serena’s legs, working his way nearer her crotch.

"Serena," said Renee, with a mischievous smile, "you’re being naughty. You’ve been teasing poor Ritchie like that since…"

"Since she was far too young to be thinking such thoughts," Jessica interjected.

Jessica, Renee, and Serena all chuckled while Ritchie was still frantically slurping and nibbling Serena’s beautiful spread legs.

"But you liked it, didn’t you, baby," Serena purred.

"Oh… oh… yes!" Ritchie babbled, his teeth chattering with desire. With a loud whimpering yelp, Ritchie suddenly buried his face in Serena’s crotch. He began frantically slurping Serena’s soft dripping pussy through the wet slick nylon of her panties.

Running her fingers through Ritchie’s hair, Serena sighed and squirmed spreading her legs even wider, stretching them to their limit. She kneaded and pulled Ritchie’s ears, then smiling broadly, she tugged upward.

"Come up here, Ritchie," she giggled. "I want to look at you."

Ritchie whimpered like a puppy as Serena dragged his face and worshipful tongue away from the dripping altar of her womanhood. Pausing briefly to allow him to suckle her erect nipples, she pulled his face in front of hers. She gave Ritchie a big kiss on the lips that was both playful and sensuous.

Throwing her arms tightly around him, Serena rolled Ritchie onto his back with her on top. Half lying and half sitting, she pinned Ritchie’s shoulders to the sofa bed and rubbed her panty-clad pussy against his helpless dickless crotch. Panty against panty they rubbed with Ritchie’s hips thrusting lightly upward, an almost comical vestigial reflex, as though he actually had a penis with which to penetrate her. Ritchie’s eyes were filled with desire and pleasure as Serena smiled warmly down on him, as though she knew she was giving him a wonderful gift.

Finally, Serena sat up between Ritchie’s legs and fondled him through his panties. She concentrated her efforts on his single remaining testicle which was softly outlined by the sheer nylon fabric. Sometimes she would pinch his sensitive testicle between her thumb and forefinger making him gasp and writhe in the blissful queasy pain it shot through him.

"Feels good, doesn’t it, baby?" Serena crooned. "It’s so much fun. If you could only cum!"

Suddenly we heard a loud shriek and a yell from behind the closed door of the bedroom. It was followed by a series of deep moaning sighs, gradually tapering off and becoming inaudible. Finally we heard Gayle giggle.

"Well," said Jessica, "I don’t think Larry’s a virgin anymore."

The girls giggled as Serena continued massaging and caressing Ritchie’s testicle.

"Don’t you know that felt wonderful," Serena said. "Imagine how Larry must have felt, deep up inside Gayle, all warm and tight and wet - her tight hot little pussy muscles squeezing and milking his shaft. Then he just let it explode, squirting Gayle full of hot thick cum!

"I can’t really imagine it though, Ritchie. I’ve always been a girl. I’ve never been up inside anyone. Things are always up inside me!" Serena giggled.

Ritchie was looking up at Serena with desperate longing in his bulging eyes. Suddenly tears began running down his face.

"Poor Ritchie," Jessica said, condescendingly, "He was a virgin when he had his accident. He was saving himself for marriage. He never got a first - or a last - time. Now he’s a virgin forever."

Ritchie whimpered pitifully as he contemplated Jessica’s words.

"Oh, poor Ritchie," Serena consoled. "Baby, if you had a dick I’d go down on you!" She suddenly plunged her face into Ritchie’s crotch.

"Num num numph!" Serena groaned, again and again, her voice muffled as she pressed her face hard into Ritchie’s crotch, nibbling and chomping through his nylon panty. Ritchie’s expression contorted with mixed waves of ecstasy and anguished desperation.

While Serena busied herself between Ritchie’s legs, Jessica and Renee quietly slipped out of their robes. Jessica was wearing black leather dominatrix tights with the neckline plunging almost to her waist. It barely concealed her breasts which looked as though they could pop out into full view at any moment.

Renee’s tights were red and shiny, made from a thick stretchy nylon material. Her decolletage was not as revealing a her mother’s, but large cutouts in the center of her costume exposed most of her firm young tummy and midriff.

Serena finally sat up and kissed Ritchie, then lay back allowing him to begin nibbling and kissing her legs and crotch.

"I think it’s time to get Serena’s panties off," said Jessica. "Don’t you think so, Ritchie?"

His face buried in the slick wet nylon, Ritchie gave an affirmative whimper. Serena giggled.

Reaching into what looked like a carry-on bag that had been sitting beside the sofa, Jessica removed a set of leather straps. "But you need to wear these, my little man," she said. "I don’t want you getting out of control - not just yet anyway." Jessica secured Ritchie’s hands behind his back with the leather straps.

"Now use your teeth, little man. You can do it!" Jessica cackled wickedly.

Ritchie began frantically nibbling at the waistband of Serena’s panties, attempting to pull them down. Serena immediately began frustrating his efforts by pulling first one leg, and then the other, up to her waist, like riding a bycicle.

"Oh, Ritchie," she giggled. "That tickles!"

"Well I’m going to get rid of his panties," Renee said, gently slipping Ritchie’s panties off him. All the while, Ritchie was gasping and whimpering as Serena teasingly foiled his efforts to remove the thin nylon barrier remaining between him and the dripping, pulsing object of his bliss between her legs.

"Here, Mike, hold onto these," Renee said, casting a coquettish grin in my direction as she pitched Ritchie’s panties to me. Snapping out of a near stupor, I jerked clumsily as I reached and caught the panties. Renee giggled.

Reaching between Ritchie’s legs, Renee put her finger on his little pee orifice, rolled it around, then stuck it in her mouth, sucking lightly.

"Emmm!" Renee exclaimed. "Pre-cum!"

Jessica cast a warm, approving smile in her daughter’s direction.

Serena finally relented, allowing Ritchie to complete the task of removing her panties with his teeth. Jessica took the panties, and turning around, tossed them to me.

"Here, Mikie, you can hold these too," she said, grinning impishly. "But don’t suck on them or chew on them unless you want to wear them as a gag in your mouth for the rest of the night!"

Jessica gave one of her wicked cackles. There was humor in her manner, but something told me she meant what she said.

Serena lay on the sofa bed with her legs apart. Her moist slit peeked invitingly from the soft brown ringlets of her pubic bush, matted and oozing with the succulent honeydew of her passion. Ritchie was about to plunge his nose and tongue, unencumbered, into Serena’s precious, dripping altar, but Jessica caught him.

"Not so fast, little man!" Her smile was absolutely wicked! "I said I don’t want you getting out of control, remember."

Reaching into the bag, Jessica retrieved a bright red ball gag with straps attached. She held the ball to Ritchie’s mouth a pressed gently.

"Come on, open wide. Wider now. Wi-i-i-der. Just a little more. Oh, that’s a baby. Good boy!" Jessica secured the strap behind Ritchie’s head. "She’s all yours now, little man. Go for it!"

Ritchie whined and whimpered into his gag as he rubbed it in desperate futility against Serena’s legs and soft, pulsing vulva. Jessica chuckled sadistically.

Serena looked down with amusement on her harmless would-be lover. Smiling and spreading her legs wide, Serena gently ran her fingers through Ritchie’s hair, massaged his temples, and played with his ears.

"What’s a matter, baby?" she teased. "Cat got your tongue? Hummm? Ohoo, that feels good! Push harder right there, Ritchie. Ohoo yes!"

The big rubber ball in Ritchie’s mouth absorbed his desperate squeals of unfulfilled lust and desire, muffling them, turning them into mere squeaks and whimpers. Jessica and the girls were watching with sadistic fascination.

As I watched this spectacle, the thought of being gagged with Serena’s panties began to hold a peculiar fascination for me. Laying Ritchie’s panties on the arm of a chair, I gradually brought Serena’s panties near my face and inhaled. The tantalizing aroma of her secretions filled my nostrils and I shuddered as a wave of desire swept over me.

Suddenly, Jessica whirled and looked me in the eye. She was smiling, but her expression was authoritarian and wicked.

"Touch those to your lips, young man, and I may just decide to gag you with Ritchie’s panties for the night! Is that what you would like?"

"N… no… ma’am," I stammered nervously.

Jessica cackled and turned back to her scene with Ritchie and the girls. On a cue from Jessica, Renee grabbed one of Ritchie’s ankles and lifting it high, turned him onto his side. Tickling and teasing his soft underbelly, Jessica worked her way down to his crotch where she fondled and caressed his testicle and little pee hole. Wetting her finger in his pre-cum, Jessica did a taste test similar to her daughter’s, and smiled with satisfaction.

"Ritchie, I think you’re going to cum tonight," she said, with prurient intensity in her sharp green eyes. "You’d like that, wouldn’t you, baby?"

Ritchie squeaked excitedly into his gag. Serena had her legs around his neck and was cradling and cuddling his head in her hands. Ritchie’s face and gag glistened with Serena’s honeydew.

"You’d like to take that gag off, wouldn’t you, baby?" Serena cooed. "I’d like to take it off and see what you can do with your tongue - without the panties in the way. You say you would too?"

Ritchie squealed into his gag and rubbed his face against Serena’s leg.

"If you’re a real good boy," Serena continued, "Madam Jezebel just might let me take it off. But you’ll have to be a VERY good boy. You’ll have to cum!"

Still squealing into his gag, Ritchie looked pleadingly at Jessica and at Serena, his desperate bulging eyes darting quickly back and forth between the two women.

Serena began massaging the taut muscles in Ritchie’s neck. Looking down on him and smiling, her expression exuded complete confidence and control.

"I’ve never seen you cum, Ritchie," she said. "I want you to do it for me, Ritchie. I want to take that gag off you and feel your tongue inside me while you’re… well, you know, still a man. Who knows, after tomorrow you may not want me anymore, at least not in the same way. You and me might have to settle for being just friends." Bending forward and kissing Ritchie on the nose, Serena gave a cute little mischievous giggle.

Ritchie squealed and whined into his gag more loudly than ever. His expression was pitiful and tears began rolling down his face.

Kneeling beside Ritchie, Jessica chuckled condescendingly. "Don’t worry, Ritchie. I’ll bet you still like us, and I know we’ll still like you." Ritchie whimpered like a puppy.

"Say, look what I’ve got," she said, reaching into the bag and removing something that looked like a small dildo. "It’s a bung buzzer - complete with batteries!" Jessica switched the device on momentarily, and it made a loud buzz. "I’ve used these on you before, and sometimes they make you cum, remember?"

Ritchie smiled - as nearly as smiling was possible with the big red ball gag in his mouth - he reminded me of a roast pig with an apple in its mouth.

Removing a tube of lubricant from the bag, Jessica began liberally applying it to the business end of the dildo. Meanwhile, Renee was lightly playing her fingers along Ritchie’s belly and abdomen, tickling and teasing him. Occasionally, she would give his testicle a playful little pinch, making him jerk and squirm.

"Okay, baby, just relax and let it in," Jessica said, working the dildo gently against Ritchie’s rectum. She was using a slight circular massaging motion. "That’s it, little man. Don’t fight it. Just let it happen. You belong to us now - completely."

Jessica switched on the vibrator and pressed firmly against Ritchie’s rectal opening. I heard Ritchie squeal into his gag and exhale strongly through his nostrils. His rectal sphincter relaxed and accepted the dildo, allowing Jessica to easily plunge three-fourths of its length into him.

"I have something else in mind for Ritchie tonight," Jessica said, handing the tube of lubricant to Renee. "So I’m going to entrust this to you, my darling. And whatever you do, PLEASE don’t let that vibrator get away from you! It has fresh batteries and it would bore through Ritchie’s guts and come out his gullet before we could get him to a hospital."

Jessica winked at her daughter as she discreetly slipped a nylon lanyard through a small eyelet in the end of the vibrator. Ritchie never saw it.

"Okay, Mom. I’ll be careful," Renee said, grinning impishly.

His hands bound behind him and the ball gag in his mouth, Ritchie was still probing feverishly, but futilely at Serena’s legs and crotch. I could see a small trickle of pre-cum flowing from his tiny pee orifice. I also felt a dampness in my own crotch as pre-cum oozed from my own turgid member. My gaff held me firmly, however, and my own crotch appeared as dickless as Ritchie’s.

Reaching into the bag, Jessica removed an object that looked like a miniature leather flyswatter. Lightly at first, then with increasing severity, Jessica began spanking Ritchie’s buttocks with the little paddle. Ritchie would squeak and jerk with each stroke, acknowledging Jessica’s efforts.

Meanwhile, Renee had squirted large globs of lubricant onto the protruding portion of the vibrating dildo and eased it deeper into Ritchie’s anus. No more than a half-inch of the device remained exposed. Ritchie began making involuntary thrusting motions with his hips and Renee and Jessica smiled at each other with knowing satisfaction.

"Here, darling," Jessica said, handing the small leather paddle to her daughter. "You can spank his legs, but be careful not to hit his little nut. That could cause him to lose his… well, lose his edge." The women giggled.

Reaching into the bag once more, Jessica produced a device that I would later learn was called a spaddle. It looked like a thick leather strap about three inches wide and two feet long with a stubby rubber handle. Thicker and stiffer than a leather strap, but thinner and more flexible than a paddle, the spaddle was a perfect blend of the two instruments of punishment.

Gripping Ritchie’s ankle firmly and spreading his legs wide, Renee began spanking his inner thighs with the little leather flyswatter. Using short fast strokes, she came dangerously close to his sensitive testicle.

Suddenly, Jessica landed a devastating blow to one of Ritchie’s buttocks with the spaddle. Ritchie jerked and yelped into his gag. Renee reached over and shoved the vibrator into Ritchie’s rectum so deeply that its edge was flush with the surface. It looked like a big plastic coin stuck sideways between his ass cheeks. There was also a big red mark on his right buttock where the spaddle had impacted.

"Keep your hand away, Renee," Jessica warned. "You don’t want to get hit!"

"But Mom, the vibrator’s about to get away from me. I don’t want…"

"WHAM!!" The spaddle landed on Ritchie,s other buttock with another devastating blow. "Let it go!" Jessica scolded "I told you to watch it and you didn’t. If you lose it, you lose it! When Ritchie feels that bung buzzer boring its way through his guts he’ll have you to thank for it!"

As I watched Jessica smile and wink at Renee, I realized that the confrontational conversation between mother and daughter was just a sham put on for Ritchie’s benefit. They wanted to increase his tension and apprehension to the maximum.

Ritchie squealed into his gag and his whole body began to shake and quiver. Tears were running down his face as the big red ball gag continued to thwart his frenzied efforts to plunge his mouth and tongue into Serena’s eager dripping cunt.

Renee began vigorously slapping Ritchie’s inner thighs with the little leather flyswatter, occasionally grazing the edge of his sensitive testicle.

"Watch his nut!" Jessica cautioned.

"Mom, you gotta let me try to get the vibrator. I think I can still get my fingers on it."

"No, Renee. Not now! Not when I’m paddling!"

Jessica landed another hard blow with the spaddle as Ritchie continued to squeal and shake. Using the butt of the little leather flyswatter, Renee tapped the base of the vibrator, sending it out of sight into Ritchie’s rectum.

"Oh, Mom!" she screamed. "I lost it! It’s up inside him and I can’t even see it!"

Ritchie squealed pitifully into his gag.

Suddenly, I saw a stream of white liquid drooling from Ritchie’s little pee hole. It didn’t squirt. There was no force behind it. It simply drooled. Renee and Jessica nodded at Serena, who then removed Ritchie’s gag, allowing him, at long last, to plunge his frantic tongue into the sacred altar of her womanhood. Serena unbound his hands and he locked his arms around her hips.

With one last stroke of the leather flyswatter, Renee landed a solid slap to Ritchie’s sensitive testicle. The sickening "splat!" even made me wince. Ritchie’s face still buried in Serena’s cunt, he let out a pitiful muffled whimper, then his body grew limp.

Renee scooped up as much of Ritchie’s semen from between his legs as possible and held it in the palm of her left hand. Coating her right index finger liberally with the fluid, she put it in her mouth and closed her eyes, savoring it. Renee then proceeded to give Jessica and Serena a taste. Finally, Serena pulled Ritchie’s face from her crotch allowing Renee to give him a taste of his own cum.

"There you go, baby," Renee said, allowing him to suck his own semen from her finger. "You were such a good boy!"

Ritchie looked dazed. "Wh… what about that vibrator?"

Jessica cackled. "You’re lucky, honey. I was just able to reach it and I got it out. Another two seconds and it would have been gone! It would have been halfway through your large intestine by now. Those things just keep working deeper!" She cackled again.

They never clued Ritchie in about the lanyard and he was never the wiser.

Walking over to where I was standing, Renee dipped her finger in Richie’s semen and offered it to me. Reflexively, I flinched and stepped back. Renee chuckled softly.

Sticking out her tongue, she carefully cleaned the semen from her finger. A big white glob was in the center of her tongue.

"Open up," she whispered, moving her moist, ruby-red lips close to mine. I complied.

As Renee stuck her tongue deep into my mouth, we savored Ritchie’s semen together. I suddenly realized this was the first time I had been kissed. Sensing that I was growing weak, Renee pushed me back into a large overstuffed chair.

"I’d stay longer," she said, looking at the glob of semen still in her left palm, "but I’ve got to get this to Gayle. It’s Ritchie’s last time, you know."

Casting a coquettish smile over her shoulder, Renee disappeared into the bedroom where Gayle had taken Larry.

Chapter 19

Serena walked over to me, smiling, and asked for her panties. I had almost forgotten I been holding them for her. The sight of her standing before me totally nude, her crotch and abdomen still dripping with honeydew, left me speechless. She giggled as she took her panties from me and slipped back into them., Her juices immediately began soaking through the thin nylon.

Renee emerged from the bedroom with Gayle and Larry as Jessica and Serena rubbed lotion onto Ritchie’s buttocks where Jessica had belted him with the spaddle. Gayle was topless, wearing nothing but panties. Larry, also clad in panties, had a very satisfied grin on his face. So did Ritchie - he was lying on his stomach with Serena sitting on his legs as she slathered his stinging buttocks with lotion.

"Trade ya," Gayle said, giggling, gently pushing Larry in Serena’s direction.

"Oh, do you want your hubby back?" Serena asked facetiously, with feigned wide-eyed innocence. Both sisters giggled.

Serena hopped up from atop Ritchie’s legs and allowed Gayle to resume the rubdown.

"I’m heading back to the shower," Serena said, taking Larry by the hand. "I want to get out of these sticky panties and clean up."

"Good idea," Renee agreed. "You and me and Larry can take a shower together then we can take Larry to bed."

The girls giggled and I noticed Larry’s erection was making a tent in his panties. It was really weird thinking about how this time tomorrow night Larry wouldn’t be able to make a tent in his panties - not ever again! I knew this was his choice. It was what he had wanted ever since his erections began ruining the smooth contours of his crotch when wearing panties. I understood now that Larry had been headed for this ever since that day we jerked off together in his bedroom when we were in sixth grade.

I had to admit that I had always had fantasies about being dickless, but they were just fantasies. Doing it for real was going too far, yet the thought of it was making me drip pre-cum. Had I not been wearing a gaff I would have had a raging boner. In a way I was horrified at what Larry was about to do, and in another way I envied him. I remembered the devastating orgasm that Jessica and the girls had given Ritchie. I knew that, even with a dick, I had never felt anything nearly as intense.

Larry and the girls were just about to disappear into the bathroom when Jessica called to them.

"Serena, hold up a minute, sweetie. Mikie, here, seemed very taken with your panties a few moments ago. I think it would be a shame to throw those sticky little panties in the laundry and waste all those sweet juices. Don’t you think?"

Suddenly, all eyes were on me and I was looking back at a room full of grinning faces. I felt myself blushing.

"I know just the thing to do with those," Jessica said, extending her hand toward Serena. Serena giggled as she slipped back out of her panties and handed them to Jessica.

Retrieving a small apparatus with leather straps from the carry-on bag, Jessica wadded Serena’s panties into a ball and started toward me. Grinning diabolically, her penetrating green eyes were dancing with amusement.

"Open wide, Mikie, baby. Open real wide for Mama!"

I complied docilely.

After securing the panty gag in my mouth, Jessica led me into the bedroom we would share for the night.

Securing my wrists to the headboard of the bed Jessica removed my gaff before restraining my ankles. I lay there completely naked gagged with Serena’s panties in my mouth. Her succulent juices slowly mixed with my own saliva and trickled down my throat. I had to swallow regularly to keep from strangling. With my every breath, rich with the acrid aroma of Serena’s sweet secretions, I paid tribute to her womanhood. I lay in submissive bliss, totally overwhelmed and subdued.

Light from the courtyard filtered through the louvered windows, giving the room a soft romantic dusk-like ambiance. Jessica stepped into the shadows momentarily, slipped out of her leather dominatrix costume, then donned a short nylon nightie. Returning to the bed, she snuggled next to my bound, naked body.

Jessica played her fingers lightly over my chest and stomach, rolling my nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, digging in with her fingernails just enough to make me flinch. Exploring my thighs with her teasing fingers, she finally began tickling and lightly fondling my genitals. I squirmed and wiggled. Without my gaff, I had a boner pointing straight at the ceiling.

"You have ticklish balls," she chuckled softly. "I’ll bet I could make you squirt without even touching your little willie. But don’t worry, I won’t do that. That would ruin everything. It would all be over then. The fun is in almost getting to squirt, but not quite. Isn’t that right, Mikie baby."

I squirmed and whimpered softly into my gag. My whimpers bore and uncanny resemblance to the whimpers Ritchie had emitted earlier that night when he was gagged. The sound of a subdued and sexually frustrated male must be universal and spontaneous, I thought.

Jessica then began tickling my shaft, touching it with only her fingernails. She knew how to cut into my tender flesh and make it hurt just right. Leaning forward she began flicking my meatus opening with her tongue, her long black hair tickling my stomach as she did so. I felt muscles in my groin and pelvis constrict and jerk involuntarily. I knew Jessica had taken me over the edge and I was surely going to ejaculate.

Suddenly, Jessica pulled back and just left my shaft standing alone in the night air with no sensation of touch at all. She puckered up and blew several cold breaths onto my member as I trembled and jerked, wanting so badly to cum, but just missing it. I felt that only the slightest touch of her fingers or lips would be enough to send me into the glorious oblivion of ejaculation, but chuckling sadistically, she denied me my release.

"That was close, wasn’t it Mikie? As they say, ‘close, but no cigar!’" Her laugh was absolutely devilish!

I squirmed and whimpered into my gag, but to no avail. Jessica kept chuckling with sadistic amusement at the spectacle I was putting on for her. My gag was becoming absolute frustration, but knowing what it was and where it had been was pure joy.

Jessica brought me to the brink several more times that night, each time backing off just in the nick of time. Frustrating though it was, it was the closest I had ever come to having real sex with a woman and I had to admit I found it pleasurable and enjoyable.

In between the frustrating sessions Jessica was giving me I heard sounds of lovemaking coming from the bedroom where Larry was sleeping with Serena and Renee. Both Larry and the girls sounded off with uninhibited vocalization when they climaxed. I couldn’t help but feel a little tinge of envy, but then I was overwhelmed by the reality that this was Larry’s last night with a dick. That just seemed so unreal!

The sounds coming from Gayle and Ritchie’s bedroom were more subdued. After what I had witnessed earlier, I seriously doubted that Gayle could get Ritchie to cum. I heard a lot more puppy whimpers and occasionally I would hear Gayle giggle. I knew Gayle and Ritchie must be used to that kind of session and I wondered how losing his last nut would change things.

I finally became sleepy and remembered Jessica removing the gag from my mouth, throwing a light sheet over the both of us, then snuggling close as I dozed off.

Chapter 20

It was one of those mornings when you wake up, and for a few seconds, you don’t remember where you are. It was all coming back now. I was in the middle bedroom in the hotel suite. We were in Cancun. I remembered the panty gag; the bonds; Jessica. All gone now. I was alone, naked under a light sheet. Early morning light was coming through the bedroom windows and I could hear subdued voices in the living room.

Spotting my suitcase on the floor near the bed, I slipped into some clothes and went into the living room. Gayle, Ritchie, and Jessica were up, but had decided to allow Larry and the girls to sleep. Although Ritchie could only drink black coffee this morning before his operation, he accompanied Gayle and Jessica and I for breakfast at the hotel restaurant.

Returning to our suite after breakfast we found Serena, Renee, and Larry just emerging from the shower. They all had towels wrapped around their waists, their breasts fully exposed. The girls thought nothing of being topless.

"Well, did you sleepyheads get your naps out?" Jessica asked, chuckling, her green eyes dancing with amusement.

The girls giggled, bashfully, and Larry blushed.

"Go ahead and get dressed," Jessica instructed. "It’s just an hour until show time!"

I saw an ashen wave of fear and apprehension cross Larry’s face. I knew he must be having second thoughts. Who wouldn’t! Renee and Serena looked at him sympathetically.

Gayle came up behind Larry, and gently putting her arms around him, she kissed him tenderly on the cheek. It was more a motherly kiss than a sexy one.

"You’ve got to be brave today, sweetheart," she said.

Jessica picked up the phone and began talking to someone in fluent Spanish, making arrangements for our transportation to the clinic.

Soon a shuttle arrived, which was actually a mini-van, allowing us all to ride over in one vehicle. A young woman, appearing to be in her middle twenties, sat at the reception desk. Speaking perfect English, she asked Larry and Ritchie show her their passports. After typing something into a computer and calling up some information on the screen she asked us to be seated.

There was an uneasy silence and I could feel the tension in the room. However, we had hardly sat down when a middle-aged woman in a white nurses uniform appeared out of a hallway. She was wearing a white name tag with black lettering that said, "Rosa."

"Which of you is Larry?" she asked, with a pronounced accent.

Larry stood up nervously.

"Come with me, please," she said, turning toward the hallway.

"Aren’t you guys coming?" Larry asked, in a quaking voice as he looked around at us.

Jessica asked Rosa a question and the two women had a brief conversation in Spanish.

"It’s okay, Larry," Jessica said. "They’re just going to prep you for the operation. We’ll be there for you when the time comes."

Larry smiled weakly and followed Rosa into the hallway.

No sooner had Larry disappeared into the back of the clinic than another woman in a white uniform, younger than Rosa, appeared asking for Ritchie. In an accent similar to Rosa’s she invited the rest of us back if we wanted to be with Ritchie during his operation. This young woman appeared to be no older than Serena or Renee. Her name tag read, "Consuela."

Consuela led us into a room with an operating table and asked Ritchie to remove his pants and underwear. Her manner was professional and she seemed not at all disturbed by the fact that a man was taking off his clothes in front of her. She appeared not to even notice when Ritchie removed his nylon panties revealing a shaved dickless crotch. Consuela was obviously quite used to such sites. After all, this clinic did specialize in genital mods!

Shortly, a middle-aged man entered the room and introduced himself as Dr. Cazadero. In impeccable English he instructed everyone except Gayle, who would be holding Ritchie’s hand, to remain behind a line of the floor so as not to interfere with the operation. The line was made from contrasting linoleum squares and was a permanent part of the floor. Obviously the clinic was used to dealing with observers.

Consuela painted Ritchie’s crotch with Betadine and injected him with local anesthetic while Dr. Cazadero picked up a clipboard containing Ritchie’s chart and scrutinized it.

"So, you lost that penis nine years ago?" Dr. Cazadero asked.

"When I was sixteen," Ritchie answered.

"Accident?"

"Yes sir, I was riding a motorcycle."

Ritchie proceeded to relate some of the details of his accident while Dr. Cazadero listened. I figured the main purpose of this conversation was to pass the time while the anesthetic took effect.

"Nine years is a long time to live with a functional testicle and no penis. I’ll bet the level of frustration has been painful, has it not?"

"Yes sir, sometimes it has."

"And I’m sure I’ve made it harder on him," Gayle said, chuckling.

Dr. Cazadero smiled only slightly at Gayle’s remark, but I noticed Consuela smiled broadly and flashed her sharp brown eyes at Gayle then at Ritchie. She was obviously infatuated by the thought.

"Well, young man," Dr. Cazadero continued, "I think you will find yourself much calmer after this operation. Most men do."

Picking up a needle from the tray, Dr. Cazadero lightly pricked Ritchie’s crotch in several areas.

"Feel that?"

"No."

"That?"

Ritchie shook his head.

Dr. Cazadero nodded to Consuela and she passed out surgical masks to everyone in the room.

"It is a precaution," she said. "Because of infection we must wear them."

Dr. Cazadero and Consuela both donned surgical gloves. Taking a scalpel from a sterile plastic wrapper, Dr. Cazadero made a small incision into Ritchie’s scrotal remnant and quickly excised his testicle. Consuela took surgical thread and tied off the blood vessels then the doctor made the final cut, severing Ritchie’s testicle from his body. He placed it in a small stainless steel pan.

Consuela stitched up Ritchie’s incision, dressed the wound and taped a square of gauze over it. The efficiency and precision of the operation was impressive. This pair was obviously used to working as a team.

"There, all done," she said, smiling.

"Ritchie," said Dr. Cazadero, "I want you to take it easy for three or four days. No tennis or sports, even though you may feel like it. Be careful in the shower and just use a cloth around that area for a couple of days. And of course you can’t get in the ocean or the pool. Consuela will come by to check on your progress. I want to see you again in seven days, and if everything’s okay, you can probably go swimming." Dr. Cazadero smiled.

"What will you do with his… you know?" Gayle asked, looking at Ritchies testicle in the pan.

"Oh, I’m sorry," said Dr. Cazadero. "We used to put them in jars and give them to our clients, but they will cause you nothing but trouble going through customs. Trust me. We have found it is best to simply bury them."

"We bury them in a flower garden," Consuela added. "I plant flowers to remember them. I will plant some for Ritchie"

Gayle smiled and looked at Consuela. "That’s so sweet."

I was surprised how quickly the operation had gone. It had taken more time for the anesthetic to take effect than for the actual operation. Gayle called a taxi and accompanied her husband back to the hotel. Ritchie seemed a little dazed and stiff legged from the anesthetic, but otherwise he was okay.

Moving down the hall, we entered the room where Rosa was just finishing Larry’s preparations. She had shaved all the hair from his genital region and he was as slick as a mole. Larry had a big boner, but as soon as Rosa injected him with the anesthetic he lost it.

Taking a clipboard from a holder on the wall, Dr. Cazadero walked up beside the operating table where Larry was lying.

"Before we proceed," he said, "I want to be certain you completely understand the procedure we are about to perform on you. You will be undergoing a complete penectomy with all erectile tissue removed. We will reroute your urethra through an opening we will make just behind your scrotum. This will allow you to urinate sitting down. Do you understand?"

"Yes," Larry managed weakly.

"You should understand that this operation is completely irreversible. You will never be able to stand and urinate again and you will never again be capable of sexual intercourse. Although sperm can be extracted from your testicles and you can technically father children through artificial insemination, it is highly probable that you will never be able to ejaculate or achieve orgasm again. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Furthermore, you must understand that your inability to achieve sexual release will result in great frustration. Almost all men who have this surgery elect to have their testicles removed within five years. Do you find this prospect acceptable?"

"Yes." Larry sounded almost like a zombie. I could tell he was scared.

"Well, in that case, young man," said Dr. Cazadero, handing Larry a clipboard and a pen, "I need you to sign this and we can get on with the operation.

Larry signed the paper then attempted to look back over his shoulder toward us. His eyes looked pleading and pitiful.

"Ser… Serena? Are you going to hold my hand?"

"Sure, sweetie," she said, stepping up to him and kissing the tears from his eyes, "and everything’s going to be just fine."

Taking a damp cloth, Consuela began wiping the perspiration from Larry’s forehead.

"You are lucky boy," she said. "She cares much for you."

Serena and Consuela smiled and shot knowing glances at each other as they worked to calm Larry and allay his fears.

The drill was the same. Conlsuela passed out the surgical masks; Serena was allowed to stay by Larry’s side while Jessica, Renee, and myself stayed behind the line out of the way. I won’t go into the details of Larry’s penectomy procedure as I tend to be a little squeamish about such things; I looked away a lot. Standing between Jessica and Renee, I nearly fainted a couple of times and they kept me from falling to the floor.

The most impressive part of the whole operation for me, however, was when they slipped Larry’s penis off over the catheter tube. I never realized how much of a man’s penis is actually hidden beneath the surface until I saw Larry’s being removed. Although I was a little nauseous and my knees buckled, I began to grow erect as I watched. I hadn’t worn my gaff beneath my clothes that morning and my embarrassing boner showed through my pants. Fortunately, all eyes were on Larry and I don’t think anyone noticed.

The whole operation took about an hour then they moved Larry to a recovery room for another hour for observation. Dr. Cazadero gave him some pain killers which made Larry quite mellow and a little thick-tongued. We sat with him, making small talk, laughing and joking a little, never mentioning the operation. As soon as it was apparent there would be no complications, the clinic arranged for transportation back to the hotel.

On the way back Larry rode between me and Serena and we clasped his hands often, smiling and reassuring him that everything was going to be all right. I was so nervous thinking about what had just happened to Larry I was shaking.

Full of pain killers, Larry was actually calmer than I was. He was smiling and in good spirits. All the while, I was trying to conceal my big boner.

Continued in Part 5

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