Sensual Massage (2): The Conclusion

Conclusion to "Sensual Massage (1)"

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Sensual Massage: Part Two of Two
The conclusion

Jennifer stopped undressing and quickly replaced her right shoulder 
strap, covering her breast once more.

Stepping into the light was a tall, shapely brunette with sharp, 
penetrating brown eyes. Her wicked-looking black leather bodysuit, 
worn over dark panty hose, was cut high on the sides with a very 
revealing decolletage. High heeled black leather boots came up over 
her knees and she carried a riding crop with a little leather flap on 
the end. Obviously a person of some authority, she appeared 
considerably older than Stacy and Jennifer, but she was very 
attractive and had a perfect figure. Stacy and Jennifer both backed 
away from the massage table as she approached and stood facing her.

"Madam Veronica," Jennifer said, "This is Kyle Dobbins."

"So I see," she said. "Such a nice little prize too, all trussed up 
and helpless." She played the tip of her riding crop over his body, 
sizing him up as though he were a piece of merchandise.

"We weren't expecting you for over an hour yet," Stacy said, looking 
at her watch.

"Oh I know, but we were working with a client who is into 
mummification and we, shall we say, got things wrapped up a little 
sooner than expected. Mary and Juanita are looking after him now."

Kyle was frustrated at the interruption just as he was about to 
receive the fuck of his life from Jennifer. However, he had to admit 
that Madam Veronica was very beautiful, herself, and she probably had 
even more delicious sexual pleasures in store for him. Surely repeat 
business was important to her. Unsatisfied customers didn't come back 
so they couldn't make any money pissing off their customers. Kyle 
just relaxed and resolved to go accept with whatever she had in mind 
without complaint, even if it was a little kinky. But there was 
something strange about Madam Veronica, she seemed somehow familiar, 
like he had met her before. He reasoned that he had probably seen her 
at the club a couple of times. Well, whatever, as long as she didn't 
get too carried away with that dominatrix role playing thing.

"That's a beautiful shave," Madam Veronica said, teasing Kyle's 
genitals with the end of her riding crop. "Is that your handiwork, 
Stacy?"

"Yes, but Jennifer helped a lot. She used the electric clippers on 
him and she stretched and tugged his things while I shaved off his 
hair." 

All three women chuckled.

"Very well, yes, very well," Madam Veronica continued. "And Kyle, 
you've kept yourself in pretty good shape. You have put on a bit of a 
tummy though." She walked up and grabbed him just below the navel, 
causing a giddy, ticklish tingle to run through him.

Kyle was thinking hard now. This woman seemed to know him, but who 
was she? She couldn't just be someone he had seen at the club. He 
tried to remember back before he had that tummy.

"You don't remember me, do you, Kyle? You're hurting my feelings. 
Remember those nut massages I used to give you. You liked them so 
much! You revealed a lot more about your inner personality than you 
would have believed at the time.

"Come on, Kyle, you remember me. Think! Think back, Kyle. Think back 
seventeen years."

"V... Veronica? Oh God! Veronica!"

Veronica smiled broadly and chuckled. "You should remember! I was all 
you had on your mind at that time, or so you told me."

"It's... it's been so long," he stammered.

"Yes, Kyle, I was only twenty five then, and you were thirty. You 
were the department manager at Coastal Technologies and I was a 
secretary; never mind that I had the more advanced degree. The way 
you pursued me would be called sexual harassment today, but in those 
days men could get away with about anything. But I was a single mom 
and I needed the work badly, so I had to play along, even sleeping 
with you on several occasions."

"B... but Veronica, I really did love..."

"Kyle, don't try to lie to me. I'm not your little secretary anymore, 
who depended on you for a job and livelihood. You were an asshole, 
Kyle. You were cheating on your wife and forcing me to go along. 
Fortunately I met Zach about that time and married him. And I must 
admit that I mostly married Zach to get away from you."

Kyle was getting very nervous now. He pulled against his restraints 
and found himself to be quite immobile. He remembered that he really 
had flipped out over Veronica back then. She was the sexist girl he 
had ever met. He wanted to keep his wife at home to raise his kids 
and keep house and keep Veronica on the payroll as his personal 
secretary and companion on those frequent business trips. He had 
offered to put her up in a very posh apartment, on company money of 
course. Then this Zach guy, some rich old goat, came along and fucked 
things up. Yes, he remembered now, all too well.

"I will admit something truthfully, though," said Veronica, "I 
thought you were a rather handsome hunk and I really did have the 
hots for you. That's all that made capitulating to your sexual 
advances bearable. Had you not been a married man I would have gone 
along with your scheme completely, but I just couldn't get involved 
like that with a married man. I had to wonder what kind of man would 
do that to his wife, the mother of his children. If he would do that 
to his wife he would do that to me. He would really have to be a 
bastard, wouldn't he, Kyle?"

"B... but, Veronica, you were so beautiful, I... I couldn't help it."

"No, Kyle, you couldn't help it. I didn't understand back then, but I 
understand all too well now. No man can help his lustful feelings. 
They are slaves to them. Those little testosterone factories between 
their legs just keep pumping out their hormones and the poor men keep 
lusting after the flesh. That's what causes men's lying, cheating, 
underhanded nature; not to mention their violence, shiftlessness and 
unreliability. I know. That's why all the men in my life now are 
castrated. That simple little procedure clears up all these problems 
wonderfully!"

That comment sent a wave of terror through Kyle and he pulled 
helplessly against his restraints. A queasy feeling welled up from 
deep inside his stomach and he let a big fart.

"Oooh, something's made his guts clabber again," Stacy remarked. 
"Poor baby!"

The women laughed.

"Kyle," Madam Veronica continued, "I lost Zach about five years ago. 
He was really a pretty nice man, as men go. But you know he was an 
older man, Kyle, older than you. He developed prostate cancer and we 
didn't discover it in time. He only lived about a year after his 
diagnosis. His doctors said if we had only detected it earlier, they 
could have performed a double orchiectomy followed up with estrogen 
treatment, and he would have had better than a ninety five percent 
chance of survival.

"After that, I began to study the subject in detail and discovered 
that the main culprit in prostate cancer is testosterone. I made a 
vow at that time to never lose another man to prostate cancer. I 
would require all my lovers to become eunuchs! Kyle, did you know 
that hard medical statistics show that men who are castrated before 
age fifty live an average of fourteen years longer than others?"

"Why... why are you telling me all this, Veronica?"

"Kyle, Kyle," she laughed, "are you really that dense or is it just 
wishful thinking? You used to be a pretty bright boy, if my memory 
serves me correctly. Look at you, all trussed up in those restraints 
like a horse in gelding stocks. What do you think is going to happen, 
huh? I'll give you three guesses, Kyle, and the first two don't 
count!"

"But... but you can't be serious. Look, I don't care if we used to 
know each other. I'm just a paying customer now, and this little 
fantasy is going too far. I just want to shoot my load and go home!"

"Fantasy, Kyle? What makes you think this is a fantasy?"

"Look! You can't do this, it's not legal. I demand... Oooahh!"

Madam Veronica hit him smartly on the testicles with the riding crop, 
causing him gasp with pain. His scrotum felt like it was being stung 
by a thousand bees and queasy agony shot through his guts."

"You're in no position to demand anything, my little man," she said, 
brandishing the crop, threatening a second blow. "You're going to 
have to learn to settle down and hold your tongue. You wanted me to 
be your mistress, Kyle. Back when we worked at Coastal you 
practically begged me to be your mistress. Well, now your going to 
get your wish; I'm going to be your mistress for the rest of your 
life, but I don't think I'll be the kind of mistress you had in mind 
then. Get used to it, Kyle. I'm your dominant mistress; the kind of 
mistress that must be obeyed!"

"Look, Veronica, please...Ooooahoo!" Kyle gasped in agony as the 
heavy leather pad on the end of the crop caught him squarely in the 
balls again, only much harder this time.

"Never address me by my familiar name again, Kyle. To you, I am 
Mistress or Madam Veronica, never just Veronica. Is that clear, Kyle?

"Y... yes, M... Mistress Veronica.

"Never again, Kyle, will you address any woman by her common or given 
name. From now on, you will address all women with whom you associate 
as Mistress or Madam. Women are a superior species, Kyle. Men are 
inferior beasts. Are we clear?

"Yes, Mistress Veronica."

 Kyle was very scared now, quivering in agony from the last blow 
Madam Veronica struck to his balls. The leather pad had delivered a 
vicious sting to his scrotum and was heavy enough to send that 
sickening queasy feeling through his guts. He still treasured the 
small hope that this was all really just a kinky little game. He had 
heard that these S&M places could play pretty rough. Looking down at 
his crotch, he was surprised to see he still had a throbbing erection!

"Kyle, my late husband, Zach, left me a vast fortune. Part of that 
fortune is Primrose Island, just off the coast in the Pacific 
Northwest. Primrose Island covers twelve thousand forested acres and 
has its own quaint little fishing village. I've set up a feminist 
compound there about two miles from the village. That's our 
headquarters. I spend about half my time there; it's a very lovely 
place. That's where I'm sending you, Kyle, as soon as you're snipped. 
You'll likely spend the rest of your life in the compound, but you 
shouldn't mind. After a man is castrated he looses his wanderlust; 
that thing that makes him want to know what's around the next curve 
or over the next hill; the thing that makes commitment so difficult 
for him. That will go away, just like your sex drive and your 
aggression. You'll be just like a little yard dog that never wants to 
leave the yard. I'm going to make you a household eunuch, they don't 
work too hard."

"Yeah, they mostly take care of beautiful women," Stacy giggled "Me 
and Jennifer spend about two months a year there. We'll be seeing a 
lot of you in the future."

"Oh yes," said Madam Veronica, "since you're going to be family 
there's something I need to tell you. Do you remember the little girl 
I had when I worked at Coastal. I'm sure you saw her several times 
when you visited my apartment. She was just five years old then; 
she's twenty two now. I think she's grown up to be quite an 
attractive young woman. Do you remember her name, Kyle?"

"No... ah... M... Mistress Veronica."

"Does the name ‘Stacy' ring a bell with you, Kyle?"

Stacy smiled at Kyle. "Hi!"

"Oh my god!" Kyle exclaimed. "You... you're Stacy... ah... Mistress 
Stacy."

"Very good, Kyle," said Madam Veronica, "for a new slave that is. You 
remembered to say it right. But the expression is ‘Oh my goddess,' 
not ‘Oh my god.' You'll learn though, Kyle. You'll learn.

"Oh, Stacy. Do you have something for me? A piece of paper?"

"Sure, Mom," she said, handing her the clipboard and paper that Kyle 
had signed earlier.

"Thank you, dear. This makes everything I'm about to do with Kyle 
perfectly legal.

"Kyle, you didn't read this before you signed it, did you?"

"No, Mistress Veronica."

"When you signed this paper, like most men,  you were letting your 
balls do your thinking for you, but you won't ever do that again 
because you just signed your balls away! In a nutshell, Kyle, this 
document gives me power of attorney over all your property and 
holdings, while absolving me any and all liability for what I choose 
to do to your physical person. This document is as close as you can 
come, in a Western democracy, to selling yourself into slavery.  
Essentially, Kyle, I own you!"

Panic surged through Kyle as he remembered the paper he had signed. 
He had almost forgotten about it. It seemed so routine and so 
innocuous at the time; just a precaution in case of an accident. But 
now he realized this whole scene had been planned in detail by 
Veronica. Stacy and Jennifer had been the bait and now the trap was 
securely closed on him. He began to cry.

"It won't really be such a bad life, once you get used to it," said 
Madam Veronica. "Primrose Island is a beautiful place and our 
compound looks like the campus of a small college. Many men would 
actually envy you, Kyle. You will be guaranteed security and 
companionship for the rest of your life, and according to medical 
statistics, you're going to live several years longer than a regular 
man. All the really heavy work will be performed by mundanes brought 
in from the village or the mainland. Like Stacy said, most of your 
work will involve taking care of beautiful women. It's like being in 
a sultan's harem, only there's no sultan, just women and eunuchs, 
like yourself. And as an added bonus you will be given testosterone 
from time to time and allowed to play."

Kyle was still choking back tears as the reality of his predicament 
soaked in on him. However, the strangest feeling of all was the 
realization that part of him actually found the prospect of what 
Madam Veronica was planning for him attractive. It was as though his 
very soul had been split into two parts. The old macho man was still 
there, but another personality that had been suppressed and hidden 
all his life was now being allowed to surface. The old Kyle was 
hoping against hope that this was all just a kinky game and a bad 
joke; that Veronica would let him shoot his load and release him. 
However, the new personality that had been released would be terribly 
disappointed if he had to put on his clothes and return to the 
workaday world. The new personality was enraptured with the thought 
of living forever on an island of beautiful women; living as a docile 
obedient eunuch in a harem without a sultan.

"Kyle, you're crying," observed Madam Veronica. "I hate to see you 
cry, on what should be the happiest day of your life. But maybe those 
are tears of joy, hmmm? That big boner of yours tells me that you 
must be enjoying something about this, doesn't it?" She lightly 
tickled Kyle's erect penis with the tip of her riding crop, once more 
making him desperate for release.

"Kyle," she continued, "I won't do this to you, not without your 
consent. Of all the eunuchs on my staff and in our organization, none 
of them was forced into the lifestyle completely against his will. 
What would be the purpose otherwise? We like domestic tranquility and 
harmony, and we want our family to be happy. Forcing another person 
into submission and servitude is man's way, not our way. We only want 
to show you a path to a better world, and let you choose. Those who 
are worthy will see the truth and choose wisely. Those who are not 
worthy will turn from us and choose to live in the world of man, and 
not among us. None should serve the sisterhood, save those who serve 
in love and willing submission."

Madam Veronica held up the signed document and waved it before Kyle.

"Kyle, I can tear this up, give you your clothes, take you back to 
your car, and you can pretend that this was all a dream. You can go 
back to your mundane world, where you are quite successful by man's 
standards, and pretend this never happened. Or, you can willingly 
accept the sisterhood as your new family. The choice is yours, Kyle. 
What will it be?"

Tears were running down Kyle's face now. The old Kyle, Kyle the macho 
man, was screaming, ‘here's your chance! Tell Madam Veronica that she 
has made her point and you want out now. Apologize to her. Tell her 
you're sorry, anything. Just save your manhood! Save your balls!' But 
there was a new voice in Kyle's head now; a new Kyle who was 
submissive and worshipful. The new Kyle wanted only to worship 
femininity and womanhood as a superior force and entity in the 
universe. To the new Kyle, Primrose Island was a vision of paradise 
on Earth!

"Talk to me, Kyle." said Madam Veronica, as she played the tip of the 
riding crop teasingly, almost lovingly, over his naked body. You're 
only jabbering, Kyle. Can't you speak?"

Kyle's thoughts were like colored rocks in a kaleidoscope, turning 
and tumbling, forming a myriad of disjunct unintelligible patterns. 
He couldn't focus; he couldn't articulate; he couldn't even speak. He 
had never had an experience like this before in his life!

"Kyle, those tears are telling me you want out of this; that you've 
had enough. They tell me you want to return to that prestigious 
office Monday morning where you have power and authority. But that 
big boner of yours is telling me something entirely different. It 
tells me that the future I am offering you is much more desirable 
than your previous life in the mundane world. It tells me you want, 
more than anything else, to go to Primrose Island and live as a 
eunuch in the service of women. You must speak, Kyle. I must know 
your decision."

Kyle could only yell and babble, his mind was literally emulsified by 
the overpowering ambivalence.

"Your tears are voting one way and your cock is voting another. Only 
your mouth can break the tie. If you can't speak, I must help you, 
Kyle!" Madam Veronica took her riding crop and came down with a 
devastating blow to his balls.

"Oohooo, woe, woe, woe," he bawled "Pl... please, please."

"Please what? You must talk to me! Please what, Kyle?" Madam Veronica 
came down once again with a devastating blow to his balls.

"Oohoooo Pw...pweeze, Mistress Veronica. Yes, yes, yes!"

"Yes? Yes what, Kyle?" she said, delivering a third blow to his balls.

"Oowooah ahaaaa! Yes, I w... will, I will, I will go!"

"Go where, Kyle?"

Kyle winced as he braced for another blow from the crop, but Madam 
Veronica mercifully spared him and just continued her interrogation.

"Go to your car, Kyle? Go back to your world? Is that where you want 
to go?"

"I...  ah... n... no, no," he blubbered, his face contorted with 
anguish, not so much from the pain of the crop as from the agony of 
the battling personalities inside his head.

"Do you want to go to Primrose Island, Kyle? Do you want to be a 
harmless, docile eunuch, and dedicate your life to the service of 
women?"

"Oh... oh, yes, yes, Mistress Veronica. That is what I want," he 
managed to blurt out through the tears and the anguish. He was crying 
like a baby now.

"Thank you, Kyle," said Madam Veronica, with a very satisfied smile 
on her face. "Thank you for your honest answer."

Jennifer's eyes were blurred with tears and a tear rolled down 
Stacy's cheek.

"That was a pretty heavy scene, Mom," Stacy said.

"I know, dear. He was difficult. He had a real struggle inside his 
mind, but his answer came from his soul and not his balls. It is a 
very traumatic moment when a man gets in touch with his higher self 
and voluntarily surrenders his manhood to the service of femininity. 
I felt he was worthy or I would never have set up this scene. I can 
see now I was right."

"Bless his heart," Jennifer said, as she wiped the perspiration from 
Kyle's forehead with a damp cloth.

Kyle jerked and trembled with queasy anguish, but he felt a great 
relief. A burden had been lifted from him. A feeling of great 
serenity and passivity came over his mind.

"Well," said Madam Veronica, "we must get on with business. Stacy, 
put a gag in his mouth before he changes his mind. I don't want to 
push my luck and ruin a beautiful scene. But watch him closely in 
case he vomits. I don't want him to strangle."

The women chuckled, lightening the mood a bit. Stacy looked around 
for something to use for a gag, then smiled broadly."

"I guess this will work," she giggled, as she slipped out of her 
panties, wadded them up and stuffed them into Kyle's mouth. Kyle 
opened his mouth compliantly and offered no resistance. Stacy then 
removed her bra and used it to secure the gag. Stacy had secreted 
heavily during the recent scene and the crotch of her panties was 
soaked. Kyle savored the taste of her precious juices as he feasted 
his eyes on her total nakedness; the smooth, shaved symmetry of her 
plump labia majora, and her pouting breasts, curved slightly upward 
near the nipples.

"It's no fair, Stacy," said Jennifer, as she slipped out of her 
tights. "If you get to be naked then so do I."

Kyle just laid there in passive appreciation as Jennifer bared 
herself before him. Her large round breasts were much larger than 
Stacy's, but her labia majora were smaller, almost flat; her tiny 
pink slit was exposed and deliciously inviting. He thought wistfully 
of how, only minutes ago, she had prepared to take him inside her and 
‘draw the marrow out of his back bone.' Perhaps this was still on the 
agenda. Maybe she would give him one, wonderful last time before he 
became a eunuch.

"May I finish letting him cum, Madam Veronica?" Jennifer asked. "He 
was just about to explode a while ago."

"Yeah, Mom," Stacy chimed in, "we want his last time to be the most 
wonderful thing he ever remembers!"

"Well," said Madam Veronica, "I don't see why not. Since he's going 
to be a household eunuch he won't get to keep his penis, so this will 
truly be his last time."

Kyle's eyes bulged with terror and he squealed into his panty gag. He 
hadn't expected to lose his penis!

"Oh it's not so bad," Jennifer said, in a consoling tone. "You'll get 
to keep a couple of inches to play with. You just won't get to keep 
the whole thing, that's all."

Stacy and Jennifer began massaging Kyle's tummy and abdomen. I spite 
of the sickening ache that started between his legs and permeated his 
whole body, Kyle's erection was throbbing again and he was looking 
forward to his ejaculation, his last real one ever, with joyous 
anticipation. Jennifer played her fingers gently over his throbbing 
cock, tickling and teasing as she worked back and forth between the 
base and the tip. Kyle watched the powerful muscles in Jennifer's 
shapely legs flex and ripple as she climbed up on the table and 
squatted above his manhood, preparing to engulf him. His last moments 
as a man would be pure heaven! 

Kyle even had another fleeting thought that this whole thing might 
still be a joke or a game and that they would release him without 
castrating him. He also felt a strong sense of disappointment when he 
thought about it. His submissive self had won the mental battle. More 
than ever, he wanted this to be real!

"Wait!" Madam Veronica called, with caution in her voice. "Have you 
girls been taking your birth control pills?"

Jennifer and Stacy both looked at Madam Veronica with sheepish 
expressions.

"Fes up now, and tell me the truth. Have you?"

"Well," said Stacy, "not exactly."

"Not - EXACTLY?" Madam Veronica said in a stern voice. "Now just what 
is that supposed to mean? Either you have or haven't. You know girls, 
‘not exactly' is a good way to wind up a LITTLE BIT pregnant.

"Jennifer, get down from the table! You girls know better than this."

"Mom, I've got some condoms over in the locker," Stacy said. "I'll 
just..."

"NO! You'll do nothing of the kind. You girls almost did a very 
foolish thing and I won't let it go unpunished. You can forget about 
giving Kyle his last time, so maybe next time you'll remember this 
and behave more responsibly."

"But Mom, what about poor Kyle? This is his last time!"

"A man's last time is a gift and a privilege, not a right. You girls 
can just consider yourselves responsible for Kyle forfeiting his. 
You've been playing with the eunuchs so long that you've forgotten 
just how dangerous a virile man can be."

Jennifer and Stacy looked down on Kyle with sympathy and regret. 
Kyle's frustration was evident in his pleading eyes, and he whined 
into his panty gag like a puppy.

"I'll swear!" Madam Veronica exclaimed, looking at Kyle with 
exasperation. "Kids today! If I didn't stay right on them they would 
be waddling around here pregnant as ducks!"

"Oh look, Mom," Stacy said. "Look how this is swollen; I think he's 
ruptured. We couldn't have let him cum anyway."

"Yes, yes, I do believe you're right, dear," Madam Veronica said, 
examining Kyle's scrotum and testicles. "I showed him no mercy with 
the crop. It does look like a rupture. It is excruciatingly painful 
when a ruptured man ejaculates. If we weren't getting rid of those 
anyway, I'd have to send him to the hospital. We need to get those 
off.

"Jennifer, dear. Bring my tools, please"

Jennifer left the room briefly and returned with a small cart, 
similar to a tray cart, with several drawers underneath.

"Jennifer," Madam Veronica continued, "I'm letting you do the honors 
with the Elastrator this time. Let's see; how many castrations does 
this make for you so far?"

"This will be my third, Madam Veronica," she answered.

Jennifer lubricated a small rubber donut and slipped it over the 
fingers of the Elastrator, then holding the device in one hand, she 
carefully lifted Kyle's wounded balls with the other. Kyle felt the 
dull queasy pain and the burning sensation emanating from his 
rupture; she was trying to be gentle. He realized now that 
ejaculation would be extremely painful and he could not enjoy a last 
time, even had Madam Veronica permitted it. Jennifer expanded the 
band and slipped his balls through it. Their eyes met momentarily and 
Kyle could see sympathy in Jennifer's expression. Then he heard a 
snap. There was no pain, only a sensation confirming the presence of 
the band.

"That's beautiful, Jennifer," Madam Veronica said, examining her 
handiwork. "This will start to burn a little in a few minutes, so I'm 
going to keep you inject you with local anesthetic. Don't worry, 
you'll be asleep when we actually cut them off. You won't feel a 
thing. "

Madam Veronica took a syringe from the cart, filled it with something 
from a small vial and injected it in several places around the base 
of Kyle's scrotum. "I'm not really sure the pain is ever that great," 
she said. "Farm animals pay no attention to the bands whatsoever when 
they are castrated. But with human males, I think its just the 
thought of what's happening to them that is painful. Until it's all 
over, a man still thinks about backing out and saving his manhood. 
Any discomfort down there is translated into pain, just from the 
thought of it."

Kyle was only vaguely aware of the band, but the injections of 
anesthetic felt like tiny bee stings, making him wince. Strangely, 
although tears were streaming down his face,  he felt a sense of well-
being and relief, rather than regret.

"We've got to get rid of that boner," Madam Veronica said, exchanging 
the syringe of anesthetic for a different one. She slipped the needle 
under Kyle's skin near the base of his penis and injected about four 
CCs of some brown liquid. Kyle began losing his erection immediately 
and a flood of pre-cum oozed down his wilting shaft.

"Your turn, Stacy," said Madam Veronica.

Stacy took a foley catheter from the cart and lubricated it liberally 
with some kind of jelly. Taking Kyle's now flaccid member in her 
hand, she inserted the catheter through the meatus and into his 
urethra. Kyle gasped in submissive acceptance, trying to relax to 
make the insertion easier, as Stacy forced the big rubber tube deeper 
and deeper, finally penetrating his bladder. Kyle felt an extreme 
sense of violation and helplessness as Stacy skewered his member on 
the huge plastic shish-kebab. She then inflated the little balloon 
that keeps it in place.

"Here you go, Stacy" Jennifer said, as she passed the Elastrator and 
another tiny rubber donut.

After lubricating the band in Kyle's own pre-cum, Stacy slipped it 
onto the fingers of the Elastrator. Squeezing the handles and 
expanding the band, she brought it over the rubber catheter, which 
had not yet been connected to the foley bag,  and moved it down near 
the base of Kyle's skewered member.

"Now  remember, Stacy," Madam Veronica said, "be careful to..."

"Oops!" Stacy exclaimed. "I'm afraid it slipped off before I meant 
for it to."

"Oh my!" said Madam Veronica, as she inspected the little accident. 
"It's right around the base, next to his abdomen. I'm afraid he's not 
going to have any penis left at all."

"Mom, can't we just cut the band off and start over? I didn't mean 
for it to jump off there, I really didn't."

"No, Stacy, it's hard to cut them off once they're in place without 
cutting the skin and making a bloody mess. I don't want to risk 
infection. Besides, I'm kind of superstitious about things like that. 
If that's where that band wanted to go, that's where it should stay. 
Kyle will just have a cute little button instead of a nub, that's 
all. Don't blame yourself, dear; it is karma."

"Well, bummer!" Stacy whined.

Kyle's eyes were bulging and he was squealing something into his 
panty gag.

"Don't worry, Kyle," Jennifer said, smiling sympathetically and 
wiping perspiration from his forehead once more. "We'll love you just 
as much with a button as with a nub. But I'm really sorry about your 
last time. I wanted to make it something you would remember."

"Yeah, me too," said Stacy. "I really am sorry about that, Kyle."

Stacy hooked some clear tubing to Kyle's catheter and attached the 
bag. "There you go," she said, stepping back to admire her handiwork. 
"All done. All we gotta do now is wait."

Madam Veronica removed the gag from Kyle's mouth and Jennifer brought 
him some ice water in a plastic canister with a straw, the same kind 
they have in hospitals. Kyle hadn't realized he was so thirsty. He 
finished off that glass and most of a second one. As his bladder 
filled, a golden stream began to flow through the clear tubing, past 
his dying, purple penis, and into the foley bag.

"Kyle," said Madam Veronica, "I'm going to give you a sedative to 
help you sleep. You shouldn't wake up until it's over, but just a 
precaution, I'm going to leave the restraints on you until we're 
ready trim everything off. That's for your own protection, should you 
wake up.  Some men panic and try to remove the bands after gangrene 
has already set in. That can be dangerous, even fatal.

Smiling with satisfaction, Madam Veronica took yet another syringe 
from a drawer on the cart and injected something into Kyle's left 
buttock, causing him to wince from the pain. "We'll take care of 
business while you're asleep, Kyle. When you awake, you won't be a 
man any more; You'll be a eunuch - a nutless, dickless eunuch. Sweet 
dreams, Kyle."



THE END