The Veterinary Assistant

Veterinary techs may not be well paid, but Mike loved his job because of the access it gave him. Every night after Dr. Miller went home, Mike would stay and clean up and play with the animals all night. He paid special care to the breeders, but also made it his policy to give a little relief to the condemned before their balls were cut off. It made him shudder, to see so many beautiful dogs mutilated, but he also had to admit a certain thrill in knowing that his hand or mouth was the last place the dog's salty, metallic jizz would ever go.

He franticly unbuttoned his 501s, releasing his aching cock from its imprisonment there. He was decently hung, with a thin 5" dick and hairy low hanging balls. Nothing to be proud of, but none of the animals ever complained, unlike some of the human girls he had known. He pondered the difference as his dick slipped into the dog's hot, silky cunt. Besides being looser the feel was much the same. Dogs, however, had no expectations and never talked back.

He pulled up his thick sweatshirt, leaned forward and ran his hands through her fur, talking sweetly, reassuring her. Unbelievably soft, no human could ever compete with that for sensuality. He slow fucked the whimpering bitch, making the most out of every sensation as he slid his dick slow enough to feel every little change in texture. His balls ached. They pulled in tight to his body as his stroke suddenly changed speed. Faster and faster now, he humped her with greater force, growling involuntarily and gently biting her neck as he chased the tingle in the head of his dick. The feeling grew with his passion, and made his passion and excitement grow. He felt it well up, then hit him like lightning as he buried himself to the balls and let out an involuntary howl that set off all the dogs barking.

He laughed about it as he sat with his pants around his ankles in the doctor's chair, smoking a long white cigarette as he petted the bitch curled up comfortably on his bare lap. His whole body was warm and tingly. He just didn't cum like that with a girl. He finished his cigarette, caged her back up, then returned to work cleaning cages. He would get off again, he often would three or four times. -- There was a whole night to fill and far less work than he let on.

Suddenly, all of the intact males were interested in him and especially that magic smell he had. They all wanted a sniff, even some of the neuters had happy memories to conjure up. He had learned long ago to do the bitch first, since it makes it a lot easier to get the male aroused.

After an hour's work Mike was horny again, and he let out a black Labrador Retriever. The dog immediately went to his crotch, sniffing and wagging his tail excitedly. This one was had been in kennel for a week, he knew the drill already. Mike ran his hands over the Lab's tightly muscled body. He was a big dog, the chart said over 100Lbs, but he was especially big where it counted most. His big balls hung tight to his body in a black velvet pouch, like jewels. He ran his hand over the dog's furry sheath, gently pulling it back and forth over his 8" tapered dick inside. He grabbed the dog's prominent knot, too big to get his hand around, and felt the dog's throbbing dick swell excitedly.

Mike grabbed some KY from a nearby exam room and dropped his pants, stuffing it in with his finger before hurriedly returning to his prize. He rubbed the dog through his sheath again, pulling it back slightly to reveal the drooling little tip inside. Mike stroked himself as he first licked then sucked the dog's big red member. It was smooth, covered in little red veins everywhere. The dog struggled a little, so he let it get back on all fours.

Across the room, the doctor silently slipped in, ducking behind the counter to watch fascinatedly around the corner. He had suspected this for some time, and when he checked the security cameras he was shocked. The only alternative was to catch him in the act. He hunched down, stroking his dick despite himself as he watched the show.

Mike pulled his heavy sweatshirt down to cover as much as he could, then knelt on the floor with his ass in the air. The dog was a veteran, he got in mounting position immediately. His dick was rock hard when Mike grabbed it to guide it in, clumsily stuffing the dog's tip inside him. The dog began to hump immediately, wildly copulating. Mike supposed it was pure instinct. The dog humped hard for almost a minute, burying its knot in his ass as it shot so hard Mike could feel the cum.

Across the room, the doc silently stifled a grunt as he hurriedly pulled his dick out of his pants and shot on the linoleum floor. Mike kept stroking as the dog got off him, his swollen knot still stuck fast in Mike's ass. Mike reveled in the full feeling, which combined with the memory of the night to make him cum hard on the floor as well. The doc zipped it up and pulled himself together, then stepped out into the room.

"Mike!" Dr. Miller said, feigning disgust. "You pervert!"

"I know what you're thinking, Sir, but I can explain..."

"Explain how you've been molesting my animals?" He asked.

"Yes sir."

"Explain how you fuck five different dogs a night?" He looked away, disgusted. "Bestiality carries 20 years in this state, you know."

"No, I can't go away like that, man..." Mike pleaded, trying to sit but still tied. "I'll do anything."

"Anything?" The doc raised an eyebrow.

"Anything."

"You're sick." Dr. Miller said. "A very serious disorder of sexual desire." He scratched his chin. "Fortunately, there is an easy cure. We can eliminate this sick desire and keep the animals safe in a single stroke."

Mike's jaw dropped as it dawned on him exactly what the doctor meant. He shook his head in disbelief.

"Yes, Mike. If we eliminate the desire, the behavior will go away."

"No, you can't..." Mike meekly covered his genitals.

"Neutering is an extremely safe procedure, I've performed thousands of them on dozens of species, including humans." The doc said clinically. Mike was crying. "It reduces aggression, eliminates sexual compulsion, and is actually somewhat healthier than being intact."

"Don't cut off my balls!" Mike pleaded. "There's gotta be another way." The dog's dick fell out of Mike's ass with a dull thud and a splash of cum that the dog licked up immediately.

"I could remove your penis instead, if that's what you prefer." Mike shook his head. "Otherwise, it's your body or your freedom." The doc picked up a hypodermic needle off the table. Mike was crying too hard to see. "This is really for everyone's best..."

Mike lost consciousness instantly. He awoke strapped to the large animal gurney in the surgical suite. "Don't try to talk, there's a tube down your throat. It will help you breathe and more importantly keep you from bothering me." The doctor, scrubbed for surgery, directed Mike's attention to the mirror on the ceiling.

"You'll be able to see everything as it happens." The doc said.

Mike screamed into the tube and struggled for a moment, before realizing it was utterly hopeless. These straps were meant to hold struggling horses four times his size. The doc turned Mike's head toward the other gurney, where the dog was strapped down on his back, chest rhythmically rising and falling from the anesthesia machine. His big furry black cock and balls were splayed out beautifully.

"First I will demonstrate on your friend, then you." The doc said, assuming a position on the other side of the dog. "Castration is a very simple procedure." The doc said as he shaved the fur off the dog's balls. "You simply open the scrotum at the midline, pull out the testicles, clamp, cut, and suture." He rubbed betadyne on the dog's proud balls, somehow larger for being without their usual fur.

Mike's eyes widened as the doctor raised the scalpel, making a thin red line with it right down the middle of the dog's balls. His eyes teared up for a moment and the next thing he saw the dog's pearly white testicle was in the doctor's gloved hand, hanging by its little pulsing cord. He put on a little silver clamp, and the pulsing below stopped. "His testicle will die like this in a minute or so..." The doctor commented, clamping again just below the one he put on before. "But there are fewer complications with immediate removal."

He snipped the cord between the two clamps, dropping the testicle in a little stainless steel bowl. He went silent for a moment while he sutured the end back together. When he was done he brought it over for Mike to see. "Yours will be a little larger, of course." The doctor said, wiping the tears from Mike's eyes so he could see the little gland that oozed blood from its severed cord.

The doc went back to his work, removing the other testicle in the same manner, but silently. He opened the membrane in the middle of the scrotum, and with a slight squeeze the testicle emerged from the existing hole. Within a minute, this testicle was also laying in the stainless steel bowl.

Mike saw every detail this time, shaking with horror as he futily tried to escape his bonds. The doctor turned his head back straight up, and locked him down so that he would either have to look in the mirror or keep his eyes closed. No matter how hard he tried he couldn't resist watching. He watched the doctor grab his penis, which he could not feel at all.

"I've given you a local anesthetic." The doctor said. "The sensation will come back." He carefully inspected the boy's doomed balls, and proclaimed them healthy as he pulled out the straight razor. Mike noticed that the heavier hair had already been removed. The doc put down a layer of shaving cream, then removed it, carefully taking every hair on Mike's scrotum. "Nice and clean." He said.

Mike screamed into the tube again as he saw the knife getting ready. The doc let him struggle a while, but it was as hopeless as before and he soon quieted down to a crying snivel. He watched it as it cut him, without pain as if it were happening to someone else. Thinking of it that way helped him get through.

Just like the dog, the doctor made his incision at the midline, then gently squeezed the testicle until it was out of the small hole. It was whiter than the dog's, still pulsing with life in the doctor's hand. He turned it over and looked at it, momentarily in wonder himself. It was a rare occasion that he got to cut off a set of human balls. His practiced hand made the motions that had condemned so many animals to sterility, easily doing the same to Mike.

Mike had stopped watching for the moment when he heard the severed testicle finally fall into the basin, right beside those of his canine lover. "Notice the small difference in shape and size between the two species..." The doctor droned on as if giving a vet school lecture. Mike watched carefully despite himself, feeling as though he was watching a movie, not doing it.

The second testicle popped out with even less effort than the first, clamped almost as soon as it was out of the body. The doctor removed it with great dispatch, as if in a hurry, then carefully went back and folded over the ends of the cords before suturing them. "Less side effects that way." He said. Mike just stared in disbelief, unable to register that his balls were gone.

In the morning he awoke, believing it all to be a bad dream until he reached down to scratch his balls and found only a bandage instead. He couldn't go to the cops, the doctor still had the evidence against him, so he simply cried for the remainder of the day. Meanwhile, at the office the doctor calmly called the dog's owners to inform them of the "emergency castration" they'd be paying $1000 for.

As his hormones ebbed away, Mike's desire for animals (or sexual contact of any sort, for that matter) subsided. His penis slowly withered away from disuse, he didn't care anymore. It gave him a sort of peace he'd never had before.