I was standing naked by the operating table having gone through the cleansing routine, shaving, enema and bladder draining, ready for the next part of the procedure. Marion had also been cleansed and was standing naked by the other table and we were both anticipating with trepidation what was going to happen next. Both operating tables were on a slightly raised stage in an auditorium of 60 seats or so occupied by all the other members of the club. We had both prepared ourselves and mounted the stage because we had signed up to comply with the rules of the club.

Then the nurses entered and mounted the dais. Of course they were really club members who had won the draw to ‘assist’ but they had taken the trouble to wear the full nurses uniforms to stay in character for what was about to take place.

One nurse came over to me and told me to get on the table and lie on my back. I was told to move towards the bottom end of the table a little at a time until she told me to stop and then she cinched a 6” wide belt over my waist. She applied a ratchet under the table and the belt was tightened so that I could hardly breathe. I was then told to raise my arms above my head and my wrists were bound to the two top corners of the table and I again heard a ratchet applied which stretched my arms so that my upper body was immobile.

I looked over to the other table and the other nurse was preparing Marion the same way. She was stretched taut on the other table; her 36DD breasts flattened somewhat by the strain on her stretched arms, her nipples engorged by excitement in anticipation of what was to befall her, a true masochist. Although I knew what eventual fate was going to befall us my penis started to become hard at the sight of her helpless body and the thought of what was to happen to it.

The nurse lifting my legs and strapping them immovably into stirrups, which had been attached into the sides of the table level with my waist, quickly brought me back to reality. These had the effect of holding my legs wide apart so that my balls, penis and rectum were very accessible. From previous occasions when I had been in the audience I knew that the last part of the preparation was the lowering of the table end and this the nurse proceeded to do which exposed my shaven testicles, cock and arse to whatever was going to be done to them. Again I looked over at Marion and she was in the same position as I was, her legs held wide apart and her shaven cunt lips exposed glistening wetly in the lights.

As I lay there, bound and helpless awaiting the fate and agony I knew was to come, I thought about how we had come to be in this position.

I suppose it all started when I was 18 and was invited to tea by Marion, an attractive 29 year old friend of my mother’s, who had known my parents and I about 6 years before. My parents were now deceased and my guardian had other interests and wasn’t concerned too much with what I got up to so I accepted the invitation. After the meal Marion’s husband Harold said that he had things to attend to in the garden and after some conversation about what I had been up to in the intervening years Marion asked me to accompany her upstairs to see if I could sort out her sewing machine. It was an extremely easy problem to sort out and having corrected the problem, as we sat there on the sewing bench, Marion started to caress and kiss me, unbuttoned my flies and brought my cock into view in it’s aroused state. As I kissed her and held her tits through her blouse, after only a few gentle strokes I came but Marion had anticipated this and produced a handkerchief to catch my cum.

As I sat next to her in the aftermath she suggested that I might like to move in and stay with her husband and her as a sort of unofficial son. Of course my question was “What will your husband think of it”, but she assured me that he would be only be too pleased with the arrangement. So having had it confirmed with him I got my stuff and moved into my allocated room the next day. The following morning, as quick as that, the husband left for work at quarter to seven and Marion was in my bed at ten to seven. She didn’t have to leave for school, as a teacher, until 8:30 so we had an hour plus to amuse ourselves.

As we entwined and I fingered her cunt I gently nipped her nipple with my teeth. I felt her vagina spasm on my finger. “Harder” she whispered in a hoarse voice and as I bit harder she writhed beside me and her cunt began to secrete her juices. “Fuck me now” she moaned and I had to release her nipple from my teeth as I thrust my engorged prick into her sopping wet vagina. I took both her nipples between thumb and forefinger as I rode her and squeezed as hard as I could until we both came in huge satisfying orgasms.

As we lay back in the afterglow of our passion I whispered to Marion that it really excited me that she could be so turned on by pain and that I had always harboured the fantasy of meeting someone who was. She said that she had always had the desire to suffer pain sexually and she also thought about giving pain to a sexual partner.

“I must be masochistic and sadistic but my husband has never satisfied me in that respect”, she said, “In fact he never satisfies me at all as he has lost all interest in sex. That is why he agreed to you staying here – to look after me sexually. I would like to be hurt in ways that might show but Harold might see. If I was to divorce him, would you marry me and then you could do anything you liked to me, even if it left marks?”

“OK,” I said, “but will he agree?”

“We will talk to him this evening,” she said.

After dinner that evening we all sat at the dining table and Marion told him that we were lovers, as he had agreed, but that she wanted to be hurt, and possibly marked, by me.

“I think that in the circumstances it would be best if we got divorced and that I marry Rod”, she told him.

“But I don’t want to be divorced” Harold protested. “I love you in my own way – platonically – and I want to stay with you even though Rod is fucking you and taking care of your sexual desires”.

“OK”, I said, “we’ll test that”. “Marion, go up to the bedroom and take off your blouse and bra and I will hurt you while Harold watches”

I went out to the garage and got a piece of rope and took Harold up to the bedroom where Marion was already standing bare to the waist.

“Right Marion.” I said, “I will burn your breast with a cigarette and see if he objects to the mark.”

“OK,” she said, “but you will have to restrain my hands and, because of the neighbours, you’ll have to gag me in case I scream.”

Marion lay on the bed on her stomach and crossed her wrists behind her and I used the piece of rope to tie them together. Rolling her on her back I quickly pulled off her skirt and panties and pinched and twisted her nipples until she was aroused and her cunt dripping and I swiftly penetrated her. As I prepared to gag her with her panties I asked which breast she wanted me to burn.

“The left,” she murmured as I stuffed her mouth with the panties.

As I slowly moved my prick in and out of her cunt I lit a cigarette and held it just above a spot 2 cm above her left nipple. Marion watched as I slowly moved the glowing tip until I was pressing it into the white flesh of her breast. As the red-hot end touched her skin Marion moaned into the gag and struggled to free her arms but my weight prevented that. I held the hot tip to her breast for 3 seconds and then removed it. A red circle about 1 cm in diameter had formed and was beginning to blister. I took out the gag and kissed Marion passionately as we both rose to a climax then, rolling her over, I released her bound wrists.

Harold had not been able to take his eyes off what we had been doing and now could not take his eyes off her breast and he touched the blister, which made Marion wince. My fucking his wife and what I had done to her breast was visibly arousing him.

“Look Harold”, Marion said, “There is only room for one functioning male in this house. We can’t have you becoming aroused every time Rod does things to me. I think you will have to be neutralised”.

“What does that mean? What would you do to me?” said Harold

“Neutering, gelding, call it what you will. It means removing you sexual desire by removing the cause of it - testosterone. That means removing your testicles or alternatively, rendering them inoperative”.

“It’s strange you say that. I have been thinking along the same lines. My cock is of no use to you and I have no real desire for sex. But I don’t know if I’m ready yet to go all the way”. said Harold.

“Well,” said Marion “If you mean it that you are willing to not object to whatever I do with Rod, and if you wish to be a cuckold that means that you should not get any sexual satisfaction from what you witness. If you don’t want to be gelded yet, would you be willing to wear a chastity device to see what it’s like never being able to become aroused and never being able to have sex”.

“OK, I’ll give it a try to please you”, said Harold

The next day Marion came home with a CB300 chastity tube. Harold was taken to the bathroom and told to wash his cock and balls thoroughly and dry and powder them. He was beginning to become aroused so Marion flicked the end of his dick with her finger and he wilted. Marion quickly placed the cuff ring behind his balls and then slipped the cage over his dick, securing it with the brass lock.

“There we are”, she said, “You will never be able to get hard again. You will probably feel frustrated from time to time. I will never let you out of this device. If you become so frustrated that you can’t bear it the only answer as far as I’m concerned is castration or gelding”.

“When will you geld me?” said Harold.

“When we think it is time”.

By this time my cock was rampant at the thought that a fellow man was to be denied sex forever, his cock never to be released from it’s prison until he was to be gelded. I grabbed Marion and felt her cunt and that was running with wetness too. Quickly we stripped naked, allowing Harold to watch whatever we were to do.

As I attempted to push Marion on the bed she said, “Easy Tiger, I want to see if you can take it as well as give it out. I want to see if you are masochistic as well as sadistic”.

She told me to get on my elbows and knees on the bed with my knees apart. She wrapped her right hand around my balls and squeezed them as hard as she could, squashing them together in their sac. I groaned in pain and then she brought her left hand to assist and the pressure got so great that a grinding pain shot down my legs and up my spine. I did not seem to be able to move but before I passed out she relaxed her grip on my tortured testicles. There was no respite however because she then took one of my balls in each hand and pulled them in opposite directions, stretching them as far away from my body as she could. I groaned with the pain she was giving me, which got even worse when she twisted them around each other as tight as she could. And then it was over and she fell on the bed beside me to hug and caress me.

“Oh, thank you for letting me do that to you. I’ve never been so aroused in my life”, she said. “I think I must be a sadist as well as a masochist.”

Surprisingly I was still hard as a rock so I concluded that I must be a masochist also as I entered her sopping cunt and twisted her nipples as I spurted my seed into her.

We appeared to be truly an S and M couple!

For the next 2 months Marion and I enjoyed pain and sex in equal amounts. She brought a cane home from school and we used it on each other, mostly on the arse but sometimes on the insides of the thighs and occasionally on Marion’s tits. We both seemed to look forward to the cane’s bite and Harold used to squirm in frustration as we wallowed in our orgies. And then one evening he tried to take part, grabbing Marion’s tits, even though he had undertaken to let us do whatever we wanted without hindrance from him.

Marion said, “Harold, I think it is time to have you castrated. You are going to become a liability if you keep your balls and you agreed earlier on that you were thinking of it. Will you let me arrange to have you castrated or gelded?”

Harold paused for a moment and said, ”Yes, I think I’m ready.”

“OK, I’ll ask around and see if it can be arranged.”

So Marion arranged it and the following evening we three went to a house in a secluded street and were let in by a middle-aged woman dressed in a doctors white coat.

“Good evening, I’m Dr Janet and I will be performing the procedure this evening” she said. “I understand, Harold, that you are volunteering to be castrated or gelded”.

“That’s correct” Harold replied.

“How do you want it done?” the doctor asked Marion.

“I want him gelded with the Burdizzo so his balls remain so the chastity tube can be re-attached until they die and the device falls off. After that his desire will disappear, he is never to be allowed to cum again.”

Hearing this, my cock was straining at my trousers at the thought that a man, even after remaining celibate for so long, was never again to be allowed the pleasures that we all took for granted.

“OK, Harold”, said Dr Janet “Strip off all your clothes and come and stand in front of me”.

When he had done this the doctor proceeded to put leather restraint cuffs with D rings on him, two on his wrists, two on his ankles and two just above his knees.

“Now this is going to be very painful for you Harold and you’ll want to scream a lot so I want you to open your mouth so that I can put this ball gag in”

Harold dully opened his mouth and the doctor quickly filled his mouth with the ball and tightened the straps behind his head.

Next Harold was led to a piece of apparatus that consisted of a narrow piece of padded wood about a metre long which was held at waist height by two metal uprights.

“Now, Harold, you are going to be restrained so that you can’t do yourself any harm as you struggle during the pain of your gelding. Please lean over the padded bar and reach for the floor the other side”.

Harold hesitatingly stepped up to the bar and pressed his waist against it. He leant forward and Janet clipped ropes to the D rings on his wrist straps and swiftly tied them to rings set in the floor. Now a strap was passed across his waist, round the bar and across his lower waist and cinched tight so that he was immovably fixed to the bar and then his ankles were secured to the bottom of the upright supports. The worst part was when the doctor attached ropes to the D rings on the cuffs above his knees and yanked his knees apart, fixing the ropes tightly to the uprights, thus exposing Harold’s genitals to the savagery that was about to be inflicted on them. His cock and balls were now completely vulnerable, though still encased in the chastity device.

Marion then unlocked the CB3000 and removed it. Surprisingly Harold’s penis remained flaccid, presumably because it had been denied erection for so long.

Dr Janet pulled on some surgical gloves, then produced a hair dryer and directed the hot air onto Harold’s scrotum and then gently massaged until his balls were hanging well down. Janet next brought out the Burdizzo castrating tool. It was a 12 inch model, and Janet laughed and said that it was designed for castrating sheep and goats but that it was perfectly suitable for use on humans. She carefully cleaned the head of the Burdizzo with sterilising solution, and then went over to the helpless man. She massaged his scrotum and said, “Are you ready to become a eunuch Harold?” He nodded his head. “Good”, she said, “Now let’s get to work castrating you”.

She started work on his right testicle, tugging the cords to the edge of the scrotum and carefully positioning the clamp so that the vulnerable tubes were within the cruel jaws. I saw the muscles in her arm flex as she closed the clamp and we heard a loud click. Harold gave an agonised, muffled scream from behind the gag and struggled against his bonds. The Burdizzo was held closed for fifteen seconds and then she repeated the procedure a second time on the right side, but a little lower down the tubes in the scrotum and Harold only moaned and struggled a little. Then she turned her attention to the left testicle. There was a muffled scream and struggle at the first clamping but hardly a moan at the second – it was as if he was now resigned to the pain and his fate. The Burdizzo had to stay closed for 15 seconds for each clamping and Janet watched the clock to check the timing and before releasing the clamp each time she tugged at the cords to make sure that they were ruptured. Harold had been clamped twice on each side to ensure effective castration, and after she had finished the procedure there were four small, bruised depressions in the scrotum and Harold had become a eunuch. Immediately the chastity tube was re-attached and Harold was released from the castration bench. Over the next few months his lifeless nuts would shrink, there would be no sensation in them and eventually they would atrophy.

Before we left we asked Janet how come she had such a well-equipped ‘theatre’. She said that she was the medical assistant to a special S&M club that met there every weekend. If we were interested we should give her a ring and go to see her sometime. We said that we would after Harold had settled into his new life as a eunuch slave.

The Club Rules A week later we were at Dr Janet’s house to find out about the S & M Club. She told us that the club was limited to 30 couples, although all might not turn up on any one night but all would be there for ‘special’ meetings. In order to join we would have to pass an agonising test in front of the members to see if we were genuinely into S & M. Then a vote would be taken to see if we were accepted. If we were accepted we would be expected to take part in, or be subject to, any forms of S & M required by the members. These could be extreme but they would not leave any permanent disfigurements apart from the initiation branding of the club logo just above our genital area. We would also be sterilised, for me a vasectomy and a hysterectomy for Marion. This would prevent periods, or mood swings, or worries about getting pregnant. It will be done anthroscopically, via the vagina, so there are no external scars and recovery is swift. Then Dr Janet spoke of the final part of the rules, which made us think very hard. In order to keep the membership at 30 couples when a new couple joined a random lottery selection of one of the 10 couples that had been members the longest was made. The unlucky couple selected was ‘disposed of’ by being permanently de-sexed. This consisted of the male being castrated, penectomation and removal of the prostate gland and the female having her ovaries removed, her nipples removed, a radical clitorectomy and her vagina removed and sewn shut. . In order that couples didn’t ‘chicken out’ they were installed with a GPS locator during the initiation ceremony. This device would enable them to be traced via satellite and the device also contained a poison capsule that could be triggered remotely. This ensured that the qualified couples turned up for the ‘lottery’, sooner a 1 in 10 chance of being nullified than the certainty of being killed! She told us to go away and think about it. If we decided to join we would have to comply with all that she had told us, including eventual disposal. If we decided to join we should come to the meeting at her house in a fortnight on the Friday evening. We should be freshly shaven in the pubic area.

Marion and I went away and to our home and thought very hard about what we were to do. We liked the idea of the S & M. We thought very hard about the ‘disposal’ but in the end we decided that the prospect of eventually being rendered impotent and neutered was a price we were willing to pay for the pleasure to be gained first, especially as we would be able to witness 20 ‘disposals’ before we went into the draw. After some discussion I finally admitted that I had always fantasized about being castrated and neutered and Marion admitted that she had thought about what it would be like to be ‘closed for business’. And so it was that on the appointed Friday evening we were freshly shaven in the pubic area and at Dr Janet’s house.

There were about 20 couples in the large room that we were ushered into. The first instruction from Dr Janet was that we were both to strip completely naked and then stand with our hands clasped behind our heads and legs apart while those present examined us closely. We both had blindfolds applied and then we were fondled all over by various members of the club, my dick was stroked, fingers intruded in my arse and my balls were squeezed. Of a sudden the most gut wrenching pain exploded in my crotch as someone kneed me in the balls. I clutched my precious wedding tackle with both hands as I fell and writhed in agony on the floor.

The next thing I heard was Dr Janet saying that if I really wanted to join the club I was to stand and assume my previous position so that I could be kneed in the balls again. Reluctantly I returned to a legs astraddle position with my hands clasped behind my neck and awaited the pain to come. It wasn’t long coming and soon I was writhing in agony on the floor again, clutching my balls in a foetal position. From the sounds and groans that Marion was making it seemed that she was suffering in the same manner.

Eventually I recovered enough to stand again and the blindfold was removed. Dr Janet told us that we had passed the first part of the test and now we were to do the second part. We were each given a large butt plug and told to insert it in our arses. Both Marion and I struggled to do this for five minutes without success and then we were told that it would be easier if we presented the butt plug to our puckered holes and then sat down carefully on a chair. Both Marion and I did this. As I lowered my self onto the point of the device I could feel it spreading my sphincter muscle more than it had ever been spread before until finally the plug went in and my arse muscle closed around the narrow neck, securing the plug in place.

Now Dr Janet produced a cane and told Marion to bend over and grasp her ankles and that I was to give her six cuts across her ample arse cheeks. I was only too willing and soon her globes sported six red wheals. Then it was my turn and Marion laid them on with a will across my own arse. This brought the entry tests to a close and we were told to go into a side room while the vote on whether we were to be allowed to join the club was taken.

After what seemed an age but was only half an hour we were called back into the main room and Dr Janet told us that the vote had been in our favour and that we could join. She reminded us of what we were committing ourselves to and after a brief glance at each other we said “Yes”. We were asked to accompany Dr Janet to the “Operating Room” for the procedures to be carried out which would make us fully committed members of the club. I quickly found myself spread-eagled, bound and helpless on the table.

First both my nipples were pierced and small rings were put through them and closed so they could not be removed. My vasectomy was carried out by the no-scalpel method (see www.beavercleaver.net) and was painless and over very quickly. A sticking plaster all that showed from the procedure and Dr Janet assured me that I would be firing blanks very soon. Next the GPS locator was injected into the fat under my left nipple via a very large needle, which was a bit painful, but nothing compared to what was to come next. Dr Janet taped my penis to my right thigh and then produced a red-hot branding iron with which she branded me just above the root of my penis. I yelled in pain as the smell of my own flesh burning assaulted my nostrils and then I passed out. When I came to I was lying on a comfortable bed and some soothing ointment had been applied to my brand. The brand was “S-M&NC” Sado-Masochistic & Nullification Club. It was then I realised that I would eventually be nullified.

While I had been recovering Dr Janet had gone ahead with the procedures on Marion. She had her nipples ringed, her womb removed through her vagina, the GPS locator had been injected into her left breast and the brand had been applied just above her cunt. All that showed was a sticking plaster just below her navel where the laproscope had entered. Marion eventually came to and we were allowed to go home to recover. Before we went Janet told us that there would be a nullification meeting the next week and that we were required to attend because as the new members we would be instrumental in deciding whom it would be.

When we arrived it seemed that all 30 of the couples had gathered for this meeting. We quickly stripped off and joined the others in drinks and chat until Dr Janet said that it was time for the selection so we all trooped into the auditorium. Laid out on the dais were 10 long ropes with loops at each end but for the last 3 feet they had been twisted and encased in a canvas sleeve so that it was impossible to tell which end belonged to which rope. Near the canvas end was a ringbolt set in the floor. At a word from Janet the 10 couples for the nullification selection stepped on to the dais and threaded a pair of handcuffs through the loops in the long ends of the ropes and locked them to their wrists, man’s left and women’s right. They now could not leave the ropes. Dr Janet then gave me another pair of cuffs and told me I was to lock one of the loops coming out of the canvas to the ringbolt in the floor. There was no way of telling which rope belonged to which couple so the selection was completely random but my hands were trembling at the thought that I was condemning a couple to a sexless future as I locked a loop to the ringbolt. At a word from Janet the couples were told to pull on their ropes, 9 couples pulled free but one middle-aged couple remained locked to the stage. They were dressed in domination gear. He was about 50 and a little overweight and dressed only in a leather genital pouch, black leather boots and a studded leather collar while she wore a leather thong and open bra with high heeled boots. In desperation they tugged at the rope but it remained fast and then there was a look of resignation on their faces as the other couples had their cuffs removed and then used them to secure the selected couple’s hands behind their backs and then release them from the rope.

The couple were quickly stripped naked and then taken to the cleansing room. The couple were made to bend over the horizontal enema bar set at hip height and a large enema was injected into each of their arses and a butt plug inserted. After 5 minutes they began to writhe in discomfort and after 15 minutes they were in agony and were taken to the toilet where the plug was removed and they were allowed to defecate. Next each of them had a catheter inserted into their bladders and any remaining urine drained off.

We heard that their names were Eric and Sandra and they were led into the main room with their wrists locked behind their backs. Eric was the first to be prepared. One nurse went over to him and unlocked the cuffs and told him to get on the table and lie on his back. He reluctantly did this, as he had no choice since he, like everyone there, had agreed to what was about to happen. He was told to move towards the bottom end of the table a little at a time until she told him to stop and then she cinched a 6” wide belt over his waist. She applied a ratchet under the table and the belt was tightened and then his arms were pulled above his head and his wrists were bound to loops attached to the two top corners of the table, which were then pulled tight. Finally a strap was put round his chest just below his armpits again a ratchet was applied so that his upper body was immobile.

Next his lower body was to be immobilised. Two four foot vertical posts were slotted into brackets, one each side of the table, level with his hips. Ankle cuffs were put on him and his ankles pulled to the top of the posts which put his legs into a V, but it didn’t end there. Wide leather straps were passed around his legs at the knees and tightened until his knees met the posts. This made his legs into a U shape and had the effect of slightly raising his buttocks so that his anus, cock and balls were completely exposed and vulnerable.

A catheter was pushed through his penis until urine gushed out, showing his bladder had been reached. Several injections of anaesthetic were made around his pubic area and then a scalpel was used to remove his scrotum and the contents. Next an incision was made around the top of his penis and the suspensor ligaments cut so that his cock hung limply and then his penis was completely removed. Whilst the wound was open Dr Janet worked inside the opening to remove his prostate so that he became completely de-sexed. The catheter was eased out so that it no longer penetrated his bladder and re-routed to a position between his anus and where his balls had once been. To complete the operation the doctor cauterised the blood vessels with a laser and then sewed up the site, snipping off the catheter with about 1 inch protruding. After a while he would heal around the tube so that it could be removed and he would be “flush”, but in a ‘sit-down-to-pee situation.

Eric was removed from the table and led away to recover and then it was Sandra’s turn. She was secured the same way that Eric had been and when she was completely helpless and immobile Janet proceeded with the operation. First keyhole surgery was performed via her vagina to remove her ovaries, so stopping production of her female hormones. Next a deep seated removal was done on her clitoris and then her inner labia lips were trimmed with a scalpel and then sewn together, so permanently closing her vagina when they healed together. The same was done with her outer lips but this time a small opening was allowed for her to urinate. The final act was the removal of her nipples, so rendering her a sexless being. She also was released from the table and led away to recover.

The couple would be sent home when they had recovered, never to return to the Sado-Masochistic & Nullification Club.

All that we had witnessed had made Marion and I very aroused indeed and Marion announced that she wanted to inflict some pain on me. I agreed as long as I had my turn afterwards. Marion led the way through the door of a torture room marked “Genital Whipping”. Once inside I was told to strip, it didn’t take long as I was only wearing boxers, and then she led me to a pole with a padded protrusion which she adjusted to the height of my buttocks prior to making me stand with my back to the pole and tying my wrists behind it. A strap was passed around my chest and the pole and tightened and then another secured my ankles. The result was that my genitals were thrust out ready for whatever Marion decided to do with them. I found out what that was when she started whipping my cock and balls with a small but vicious genital whip. The pain was excruciating and I screamed and struggled as she whipped my cock and balls with one hand while she fingered her cunt and masturbated herself. By the time she climaxed she had dealt 50 or 60 vicious lashes and I was sagging, only supported by my restraints. I was released and we went to a recovery room but not before I reminded her that it was my turn to administer punishment in that room next.

On the following elimination meeting Dr Janet informed us that the couple for emasculation had made a request. They both had decided that they could not face a future life without sex and had asked that, instead of being nullified, they could be terminated. Janet explained that this was a right that any member could claim and that this would be done. The couple were stripped naked and made to bend over the enema bar and a large enema was injected into each of their arses and a butt plug inserted. After 5 minutes they began to writhe in discomfort and after 15 minutes they were in agony and were taken to the toilet where the plug was removed and they were allowed to defecate. Next each of them had a catheter inserted into their bladders and any remaining urine drained off. In the meantime two large high backed chairs had been brought onto the stage and bolted to the floor. When the couple were fully cleansed they were led to the chairs and strapped in. A strap was passed round each of their waists, then one around the chair leg just below each knee and around each chair leg and ankle. Next a strap was passed under each armpit and around the top of the chair so that their upper bodies were immobile without constricting the chest, the significance of which became apparent later. Their forearms were secured to the arms of the chair in two places and lastly a strap was cinched around the forehead, keeping their heads immobile.

Janet asked each of them if they really wanted this and got a reply of “Yes” from both of them. They were told to open their mouths and an open-mouth gag was inserted into each and the straps buckled securely around the chair back, thus making their heads even more secure. A nose clip was applied to each and they had no option but to breathe through their mouths. Janet then produced two six-foot lengths of 2 inch flexible tubing and without more ado fixed them into the open-mouth gags. There was no effect immediately but after 30 seconds or so the couple started to breath more deeply in an effort to expel the spent air from the tube before breathing in again – they were breathing their own expelled, exhausted air. Then, as their bodies became starved of oxygen, their chests started to rise and fell at an ever-increasing rate, panting faster and faster as their eyes bulged and their arms fought franticly to free themselves from their restraints, which only led to further their exhaustion. Eventually their breathing became very laboured indeed and Janet unplugged the tubes, whereupon the two victims started to breathe normally. They looked with pleading eyes at Janet, how could she deny them? Then she plugged the tubes back in and the cycle began again but his time there was no respite and after again struggling against their bonds the couple panted their last and finally expired.

After this I was so turned on that I insisted Marion accompany me to the torture room, it was my turn. Quickly I had her immobile on her back on the gynaecological table with her legs in stirrups and splayed and her cunt and arse exposed. Finding the penis whip she had used on me I whipped her arse to give her a few horizontal stripes and then started whipping her cunt and arse vertically so that the stinging thongs sank deeply between her cunt lips and stung her arsehole. When the stinging thong caught he clitoris three times her screams became frantic and she pleaded with me to stop.

I said “If you want me to stop the whipping you must agree to have your clitoris pierced and ringed”.

“Anything to stop the pain”, she said.

So I called Dr Janet and told her what had been agreed. She produced a clamp and clamped Marion’s clit and then pushed a piercing needle through the clit whilst Marion squirmed and moaned in pain. Next a ring was applied and sealed and the job was done.

After that session we enjoyed our membership of the club, taking part in various S&M activities together and with others. We always enjoyed the initiation ceremonies and the following emasculations until we realised that the time had passed and that we had become included in the 10 oldest couples of the club. We survived several selections but the inevitable happened and on the last occasion for us our handcuffs did not come clear and so we finished up in the positions as described at the beginning of this story.

Dr Janet came on to the stage to perform the operations upon us.

“Do you want to be given your last release as a man before I begin?” she asked

I said “No, if I was to be de-sexed for the rest of my life, one more cum would not make much difference.”

She pushed a catheter into my urethra until urine gushed out, showing my bladder had been reached. Several injections of anaesthetic were made around my pubic area and then a scalpel was used to remove my scrotum and the contents. Next an incision was made around the top of my penis and the suspensor ligaments cut so that my cock hung limply and then it was completely removed. Whilst the wound was open Dr Janet worked inside the opening to remove my prostate and so I became completely de-sexed. The catheter was eased out so that it no longer penetrated my bladder and re-routed to a position between my anus and where my balls had once been. To complete the operation the doctor cauterised the blood vessels with a laser and then sewed up the site, snipping off the catheter with about 1 inch protruding. After a while the flesh would heal around the tube so that it could be removed and I would be “flush” and in a ‘sit-down-to-pee situation.

I was removed from the table and led away to recover and then it was Marion’s turn. She was, like me, completely helpless and immobile and Janet proceeded with the operation. First keyhole surgery was performed via her vagina to remove her ovaries, so stopping production of her female hormones. Next a deep seated removal was done on her clitoris and then her inner labia lips were trimmed with a scalpel and then sewn together, so permanently closing her vagina when they healed together. The same was done with her outer lips but this time a small opening was allowed for her to urinate. The final act was the removal of her nipples, which had brought us so much sensual and sadistic/masochistic pleasure, so rendering her a sexless being. She also was released from the table and joined me in the recovery room.

When we were sufficiently recovered to leave we were taken back to the operating auditorium but this time there was no audience. We were laid upon the tables and the GPS tracing units removed by Dr Janet via the same large needles that had put them in. Dr Janet thanked us for being active members of the club and we were sent home, sexless human beings, never to enjoy sex again and never to return to the Sado-Masochistic & Nullification Club.