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"Hi, Bill." "Hi, Tom." They were two good friends who enjoyed meeting in a bar outside the office before going home to their wives. They both loved their wives, but guys also like some time alone. "So, the big two-zero is coming up," Tom said to Bill, referring to his friend's 20th wedding anniversary. "Any idea what you're going to get for the little lady? Women take things like wedding anniversary gifts really seriously." "Don't I know," Bill said, looking pensively into his beer. "Meaning?" Tom said. "She's already told me what she wants. You know, Judy and I have always believed in indicating in advance what gifts we want for anniversaries, Christmas, birthdays, etc. Most surprises are just a bummer." "And?" Tom asked. "After all, that makes it easy." "She wants me to be castrated," Bill said. "Penectomy too?" Bill asked. "She didn't say, but I suspect she would like that. After all, she gave me the usual spiel." Bill knew what that was. All about how cocks and balls were an intolerable threat to women, and how the testosterone generated by the balls made men excessively aggressive and unable to understand what a woman wants in a relationship. "So, what did you say?" Tom asked. "I told her I'd think it over." There was a pause. "What would you do?" Bill asked? "We'll -- I'm thinking it over," Tom replied. There was another long pause. Then Tom spoke: "look, the women are right. We males just need to be neutered. It's as simple as that. You've already had your kids, so have I, so why not do it." "Does your wife want it?" Bill asked. "She hasn't said so in so many words," Tom said, "but you know how women telegraph things. When our son Pete got married, his fiancée Susan made it a condition of the marriage that he be castrated -- naturally, after saving some sperm so she could be inseminated later and let them have kids. Pete and I had a long talk about it. "And he did it?" "Yes. 'happy as a neutered puppy' he says". As you know, there are a lot of eunuch support groups out there now, and he belongs to one." "So you'd do it?" Bill asked. Another pause. "Look," Tom said, "it's my wife's birthday tomorrow. I can't imagine a better gift for her than my nuts and penis in a jar of formaldehyde." Another pause. Then Bill -- the one with the wedding anniversary coming up -- said, "let's do it. Now." "Let's" The bar -- like so many -- had an internet connection service ($15 for an hour). Inputting their address and "castration clinics" immediately cause a list of about 15 names to pop up. Getting an appointment wasn't quite so easy: the fact that castration was increasingly "in" for trend-oriented males, and was demanded as a proof of love on the part of boyfriends and husbands by an increasingly large number of women, meant that there weren't a lot of vacancies. But as luck would have it, they found a place nearby -- the "Balls are Gone Forever Castration Clinic" -- that could squeeze them in if they got there in half an hour. With luck, they got a cab right away. Both of them had massive hard ons as they thought of how they were about to sacrifice their manhood to the women they loved. As they rode across town they thought of how much they loved their wives and how it ws their duty to please them in everything, including having their testicles and penises permanently removed via a surgeon's scalpel! When the fashion for castration had just started to take off, there were a lot of forms to fill in, even a required psychological interview. Those days were in the past. Bill and Tom just filled out a form stating their desire -- castration with penectomy, female surgeon, and then were told to wait in the waiting room. Like in almost all doctors' offices the wait seemed long, but neither Bill nor Tom had the slightest doubt as to the fact they wanted to go through with this. They thought how ridiculous male sexuality and male sexual organs were, and how they would soon be rid of both. A nurse then called them in. They had specified that they wanted to be "done" together -- a common desire for friends in this castration-friendly age. They were introduced to the all-female operating team, then told that the removal of their testicles and penises would be done with a local anaesthetic. As they were strapped to the operating tables, mirrors allowed them to watch the surgical removal of first their testicles, then their penises. The operation was carried out swiftly and effectively by a female doctor, who kept the sleeves of her coat rolled up. The look on the faces of the attendant nurses was impassive, but was there just a hint of excitement at seeing men neutered? They'd seen it many times before -- after all, this was one of the many castration clinics that had grown up in the past few years -- but for a woman what sight can be more welcome than the unmanning of men, the stripping them of their instruments of aggression. "Well," Bill said as they stepped outside the clinic, each with a jar containing his severed cock and balls in hand, "I hope our wives are properly appreciative. "My darling, unmanned eunuch!" Bill's wive said throwing her arms around her husband's neck when she saw the jar with his severed members and knew that she would never again face the unpleasantness of penetration by a male penis. Tom's wife's reaction was just the same.. |