“Here boy, here!” Peter Murphy called out, and the half-grown spaniel puppy Zigzag came bounding up to him eagerly, its tongue hanging out.  It put its forepaws on Pete’s legs and panted away, its tongue hanging out.

            “Ready?” That was Pete’s wife Janet coming down the stairs.

            As soon as she appeared Zigzag immediately turned his attention from his master to his mistress.  Bracing his legs on hers, he actually stuck his muzzle up under his skirt.

            “This trip to the vet, as you can see, is long overdue,” Janet said.  It was obvious that the puppy was excited by her female odor – an odor not perceptible to humans from under her clothing, but which certainly was to the ultra sensitive nose of a dog.

“I guess so,” Pete said a trifle wistfully.

Zigzag had been engaging in this cunt-seeking behavior with women more and more frequently.  But that wasn’t the reason for the visit to the vet.  It was rather the standard one of preventing Zizgag from fathering unwanted puppies that would be abandoned or destroyed.  He was to be “fixed” just as the humane society recommended for all dogs and cats that were not going to be used for breeding purposes.

Pete and Janet got into the car, with Janet at the wheel, and Pete cradling Zizgag in his arms.  The dog licked his master’s face, blissfully unaware of what the very near future held.

“Poor little fellow,” Pete said.

“Why?  It doesn’t hurt a bit, I’ve been told.”

“It’s not that.  It’s that he’s going to be…well, losing his masculinity, and without even getting a chance to try it out.”

“Hmm, some loss!” Janet said with a dismissive tone that took Pete sufficiently aback as to leave him without a further comment.

Dr. Melissa Kinkaid’s veterinary practice was not far from where the Murphys lived.

She answered the door herself.  “Hi,” she said.  “You’re lucky, there’s no one ahead of you.”

Dr. Kinkaid was an attractive, buxom woman in her early forties.  As Pete looked at her ample breasts straining against her white coat – her nipples visible as little bumps in the fabric – Pete thought as he did when he brought Zizag here for his puppy shots how he would like to take those tits in his hands.  Not that he ever would try anything like that….  He was thoroughly faithful to Janet, at least in body.

Pete held Zigzag’s head and stroked his long, silky ears as Dr. Kinkaid did her work.

Janet looked on with a curious smile on her face….

“Okay, all done,” Dr. Kinkaid said.  “And now…?”

Pete was baffled by the “and now”.

“Now it’s time for you to get fixed too,” Janet said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“For…for me…” Pete gurgled.

“Look Pete, don’t be difficult about this, after I already made the appointment for you with Dr. Kinkaid.”

“But we haven’t even discussed this!”

“What is there to discuss?” Janet said simply.  “You know that more and more men are getting castrated nowadays.  Think of your friends Jim Mosely and Sam Morrison.  You know they’ve been fixed.”

“But…but why now?”

“Why later?  You know as well as I do – heaven knows the subject has been talked about enough in the press – what an affront and threat women regard penises as.”

“And what about the pleasure they get out of them?” Pete asked.

“Hah!” Janet said, as if the concept of a woman getting pleasure from having a penis in her body was about the most ridiculous thing one could imagine.

“Tongue and fingers are all that’s required for a man to give pleasure to a woman,” Janet added.

Meanwhile, Dr. Kinkaid was standing by impassively.

“But…but….” There was something else Pete wanted to say, one final objection, but tact forbade it.

“I know what you want to say.  Dr. Kingaid’s a vet.  But I can tell you she has a reputation as one of the most experienced cutters – that’s someone who specializes in castrations – in the whole state.  So how about it?”

A pause.

“For me,” Janet added.

Pete gulped.

“Okay,” he suddenly said.  He didn’t know quite why he did, but he did.  He had never been able to refuse Janet anything.

He removed his pants and underpants, and noticed that his cock was as stiff as an iron bar.

“Not for long,” he thought.

“Shall you take care of that, or shall I?” Dr. Kinkaid asked Janet.

“Why don’t you, if you don’t mind.  I’ve never liked touching the thing,” Janet replied.

“What woman does?” Dr. Kinkaid said, “but I’m used to it.”

She began stroking Pete’s cock, and in a minute he was coming.  Janet always told him he came too quick.

Dr. Kinkaid wiped up the sperm, and then went to work with the scalpel.  Pete felt his scrotum slit open, then the balls being severed.”

“Penis too, right?”

“Right,” Janet said, without consulting Pete.  Clearly she had discussed this in advance with the vet.

“The penis?  But dear, I didn’t agree to that….”

“Stop being a baby!” Janet said curtly, and Pete subsided into silence as with a deft slice the female vet cut his cock off close to the base.  They she applied the same lamp she had to Zigzag.  Pete knew it was a green laser, the wonderful new medical device that caused wounds to heal instantly.

Dr. Kinkaid held up Pete’s testicles and penis.

“Do you want to keep these in formaldehyde?”

“Na,” Janet said, “just dispose of them.  They aren’t of any use.  Never were for that matter.”

As on the way to the vet, on the way back Janet drove and Pete patted Zigzag.  The dog looked perfectly happy, as if nothing had happened to him.

“How do you feel dear?” Janet asked.

“Fine,” he said simply, “just fine.”

And the funny thing was that as he thought about being free of the useless burden of manhood, he realized that statement about feeling fine was perfectly true….

                         “Here boy, here!” Peter Murphy called out, and the half-grown spaniel puppy Zigzag came bounding up to him eagerly, its tongue hanging out.  It put its forepaws on Pete’s legs and panted away, its tongue hanging out.

            “Ready?” That was Pete’s wife Janet coming down the stairs.

            As soon as she appeared Zigzag immediately turned his attention from his master to his mistress.  Bracing his legs on hers, he actually stuck his muzzle up under his skirt.

            “This trip to the vet, as you can see, is long overdue,” Janet said.  It was obvious that the puppy was excited by her female odor – an odor not perceptible to humans from under her clothing, but which certainly was to the ultra sensitive nose of a dog.

“I guess so,” Pete said a trifle wistfully.

Zigzag had been engaging in this cunt-seeking behavior with women more and more frequently.  But that wasn’t the reason for the visit to the vet.  It was rather the standard one of preventing Zizgag from fathering unwanted puppies that would be abandoned or destroyed.  He was to be “fixed” just as the humane society recommended for all dogs and cats that were not going to be used for breeding purposes.

Pete and Janet got into the car, with Janet at the wheel, and Pete cradling Zizgag in his arms.  The dog licked his master’s face, blissfully unaware of what the very near future held.

“Poor little fellow,” Pete said.

“Why?  It doesn’t hurt a bit, I’ve been told.”

“It’s not that.  It’s that he’s going to be…well, losing his masculinity, and without even getting a chance to try it out.”

“Hmm, some loss!” Janet said with a dismissive tone that took Pete sufficiently aback as to leave him without a further comment.

Dr. Melissa Kinkaid’s veterinary practice was not far from where the Murphys lived.

She answered the door herself.  “Hi,” she said.  “You’re lucky, there’s no one ahead of you.”

Dr. Kinkaid was an attractive, buxom woman in her early forties.  As Pete looked at her ample breasts straining against her white coat – her nipples visible as little bumps in the fabric – Pete thought as he did when he brought Zizag here for his puppy shots how he would like to take those tits in his hands.  Not that he ever would try anything like that….  He was thoroughly faithful to Janet, at least in body.

Pete held Zigzag’s head and stroked his long, silky ears as Dr. Kinkaid did her work.

Janet looked on with a curious smile on her face….

“Okay, all done,” Dr. Kinkaid said.  “And now…?”

Pete was baffled by the “and now”.

“Now it’s time for you to get fixed too,” Janet said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“For…for me…” Pete gurgled.

“Look Pete, don’t be difficult about this, after I already made the appointment for you with Dr. Kinkaid.”

“But we haven’t even discussed this!”

“What is there to discuss?” Janet said simply.  “You know that more and more men are getting castrated nowadays.  Think of your friends Jim Mosely and Sam Morrison.  You know they’ve been fixed.”

“But…but why now?”

“Why later?  You know as well as I do – heaven knows the subject has been talked about enough in the press – what an affront and threat women regard penises as.”

“And what about the pleasure they get out of them?” Pete asked.

“Hah!” Janet said, as if the concept of a woman getting pleasure from having a penis in her body was about the most ridiculous thing one could imagine.

“Tongue and fingers are all that’s required for a man to give pleasure to a woman,” Janet added.

Meanwhile, Dr. Kinkaid was standing by impassively.

“But…but….” There was something else Pete wanted to say, one final objection, but tact forbade it.

“I know what you want to say.  Dr. Kingaid’s a vet.  But I can tell you she has a reputation as one of the most experienced cutters – that’s someone who specializes in castrations – in the whole state.  So how about it?”

A pause.

“For me,” Janet added.

Pete gulped.

“Okay,” he suddenly said.  He didn’t know quite why he did, but he did.  He had never been able to refuse Janet anything.

He removed his pants and underpants, and noticed that his cock was as stiff as an iron bar.

“Not for long,” he thought.

“Shall you take care of that, or shall I?” Dr. Kinkaid asked Janet.

“Why don’t you, if you don’t mind.  I’ve never liked touching the thing,” Janet replied.

“What woman does?” Dr. Kinkaid said, “but I’m used to it.”

She began stroking Pete’s cock, and in a minute he was coming.  Janet always told him he came too quick.

Dr. Kinkaid wiped up the sperm, and then went to work with the scalpel.  Pete felt his scrotum slit open, then the balls being severed.”

“Penis too, right?”

“Right,” Janet said, without consulting Pete.  Clearly she had discussed this in advance with the vet.

“The penis?  But dear, I didn’t agree to that….”

“Stop being a baby!” Janet said curtly, and Pete subsided into silence as with a deft slice the female vet cut his cock off close to the base.  They she applied the same lamp she had to Zigzag.  Pete knew it was a green laser, the wonderful new medical device that caused wounds to heal instantly.

Dr. Kinkaid held up Pete’s testicles and penis.

“Do you want to keep these in formaldehyde?”

“Na,” Janet said, “just dispose of them.  They aren’t of any use.  Never were for that matter.”

As on the way to the vet, on the way back Janet drove and Pete patted Zigzag.  The dog looked perfectly happy, as if nothing had happened to him.

“How do you feel dear?” Janet asked.

“Fine,” he said simply, “just fine.”

And the funny thing was that as he thought about being free of the useless burden of manhood, he realized that statement about feeling fine was perfectly true….