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He stood there with all the equipment ready thinking back how he’d come to be standing here like this. He’d been happily married for years - still was, for that matter, apart from one little problem. They’d had their family - a wonderful boy and girl, now grown up, doing well for themselves and both happily married - so he’d had a vasectomy as they’d agreed. He hadn’t minded ‘shooting blanks’ as his wife had had a difficult time in labour with their daughter, their second child, and she’d been advised not to have any more children. It had gone wrong when he’d had peritonitis caused by a burst diverticular pouch. During the emergency surgery which, as he’d be the first to admit, had saved his life, the surgeon had accidentally nicked the nerves which control erectile function. So he now had what the doctors called ‘erectile dysfunction’. The long and the short of that - well, under the circumstances, the short of that - was that he couldn’t get it up any more. He’d been to see the specialist nurse who’d tried various ways with him. He hadn’t got on with the injections into his penis as they’d not produced a good erection and made him sore in the process. Viagra had given him a splitting headache and he’d decided that he really couldn’t have that, so she’d given him a vacuum device to pump up his penis to get it hard. It wasn’t really successful as the sensory nerves had been damaged too, so he couldn’t even get satisfaction from intercourse. His penis had become abhorrent to him. It didn’t work and was therefore a useless appendage, merely reminding him of what had been. He’d been on the BME web site and tried putting tight elastic bands around the base of his penis to cause gangrene to set in, but the base of his penis was still sensitive and he’d been forced to cut the bands off each time as the pain was too much for him. He’d tried, but, whether he was a wimp or not, he’d not managed to go through with it long enough for real damage to be caused. So what he’d needed was a method which produced instant results and he’d thought he’d found the answer. He’d assembled the equipment over the course of a couple of weeks, doing the necessary work when his wife wasn’t around and now, with her staying with her mother for a few days because she was ill and couldn’t manage for herself, the coast was clear for him to try. He stripped naked and then pulled on the rubber bloomers which he’d bought via mail order. He’d decided that pink was an appropriate colour in view of the effect he was trying to achieve. He’d put them on and carefully marked where his penis would be. Using a circular punch, he’d cut a hole for his penis to protrude, being careful make a clean cut so that the rubber didn’t tear. He was now in his rubber bloomers which stretched from his waist to his knees. The rubber was cold at first, but he soon started sweating as the rubber warmed up and retained his body heat. Next he pulled open the waist band and rubbed a small quantity of KY gel on his penis and then pulled it through the hole in the rubber bloomers which was slightly smaller than his penis. He pulled the waist band back up and then pushed around the hole as he also pulled out his penis as far as it would go. Next he applied a more liberal coating of lubricant to his penis and also round the silicone rubber ring of the vacuum device which was in the end of the pump. He held the pump so that the tip of his penis rested in the small hole in the ring and started to pump. The vacuum created started to suck the tip of his penis through the ring and, as he pumped more and more, the whole of his penis was sucked through and the ring pressed firmly against the hole in the rubber bloomers as he’d hoped. He continued pumping until he got the biggest vacuum produced erection he’d ever had. He released the vacuum by pulling the edge of the ring away for the pump body. Next he carefully washed all the KY gel off his penis and dried it. Next he took the conductive gel he’d bought and smeared a ring of that around the base of his penis just above the silicone ring. Taking the copper earth clamp to which he’d soldered the neutral wire, he put that around the base of his penis and tightened the bolt. He’d already formed a loop of the right size which, when the bolt was tightened, would fit snugly around the base of his erect penis. He washed his hands to make sure that they were conductive gel free and then applied some gel to the tip of his penis and squirted some inside his urethra. He washed his hands again and took the aluminium hood he’d fashioned from an old toothpaste tube. This he’d previously fashioned like a skull cap to fit over the tip of his penis. He’d put a nut and bolt in the right place to clamp the live wire to the hood with the end of the bolt going down his urethra. He’d carefully filed away the protruding threads of the bolt so it would slide into his urethra easily. Washing his hands again, and drying them thoroughly, he taped the insulated live wire down the shaft of his penis. Next he unrolled an unlubricated condom over his erect penis to hold the cap down firmly as well as to insulate the cap itself. This was followed by two more to make a good insulating layer of rubber over the live contact at the tip of his penis. His mouth was dry which fear and excited anticipation. He felt confident he wouldn’t be electrocuted as the path for the electricity was well defined - from the tip to the root of his penis and going nowhere near his heart. He sat down on the wooden chair in his bedroom after he’d put the plug in the mains socket, complete with a 13 ampere fuse to allow the maximum current through his penis. He’d emptied his bladder before setting this up in case the electric shock caused him to wet himself. Nonetheless, he’d bough a pack of bed pads to put under the mattress of children who might wet the bed just in case and was sitting on one of those on the chair. He swallowed convulsively as he contemplated what he was about to do. He had severe second thoughts, but decided he’d gone so far, he couldn’t chicken out now. He had included a switch in the cable so that he could control the current when he was sitting down. Reaching forward to turn on the mains socket, he picked up the switch in both hands. His legs and trunk would be insulated by the rubber bloomers, so he should be all right. In a moment, he thought of the coroner’s court if he did actually kill himself and considered the field day the newspapers would make of the way he’d be found if he did die. However, he’d thought it through very carefully and decided that the only part of him at risk was his blood engorged penis. With that, he closed the switch. The pain was terrible as he doubled over with the pain. It really hurt so bad! he must turn it off as he could feel his penis getting hotter. Suddenly, there was no need for the switch to be operated as the 13 amp fuse melted, breaking the circuit. Shakily, he reached up and turned the power point off and took out the plug. He staggered into the bathroom to strip off all his equipment. Firstly he removed the condoms, the tape and the penis cap which had acted like the skull cap in the electric chair as the place where the electricity entered. When he removed the condoms, he discovered that his penis was as pink as his rubber pants. The electricity had flowed through the blood engorged penis, conducted by the 0.9% salt content of the blood, and had literally cooked his penis. He quickly removed the clamp at the base of his penis which was starting to blister and swell. Next he removed the clamp around the root of his penis. He couldn’t get the ring off as his penis was so swollen that he couldn’t reach it, so he took off the rubber bloomers by cutting and tearing them away, then sealed it all in a dustbin bag to be disposed of. He dashed down into the kitchen to get a bag of frozen peas to wrap around his penis to reduce the swelling. After he’d held it there until the peas has thawed, he put them back into the freezer and got dressed. To his surprise, his penis didn’t hurt now. He wondered whether that was because the ice had numbed the nerves or whether the electricity had burned them out. He dressed and put the rubbish bag at the bottom of the dustbin. Making sure he’d cleared away all the incriminating evidence, he decided that he’d really have to go to hospital as his penis was still swelling. Of course, now that he’d cooked the tissue, plasma was leaking out from the blood and inflating the tissues. The skin of his penis was by now very swollen and glossy from being stretched so far. He went out and caught a bus from just outside his house which went to the hospital. At A&E, he said that he’d had a shower, and , before putting his clothes on, made himself a hot drink and managed to accidentally pour some on himself. He didn’t fool the casualty doctor who was, frankly, puzzled as to how he’d got this injury. His patient obviously wasn’t going to tell the truth and he guessed that it had been a sex game which had gone wrong. However, the swelling was now so great that his penis was at risk of bursting open, so the doctor got a surgeon to look and immediate arrangements were made for surgery. Discussion with the surgeon revealed the erectile dysfunction and the decision was made to remove the whole of his penis and reroute his urethra to between his legs so that he’d have to pass water sitting down. the surgeon explained that if he just cut the swollen part off, his urine would spray forward and he’d not be able to manage to pass urine standing up without wetting himself in the process. The surgeon also, noting that he’d had a vasectomy, asked whether he should remove his testicles and scrotum at the same time, observing that he’d spray his scrotum with urine every time he went to the toilet if they were still hanging down there. He agreed that this would be sensible course and signed the consent form for that to happen. He was changed into a gown, a wrist name band applied and then he was whisked up to theatre. In the anaesthetic room, the anaesthetist was a tall, very attractive blond lady. He had dreamed of being castrated by a female doctor, but this was a good second best. After asking the usual questions about when he’d last eaten and any medical problems, she inserted a cannula in the back of his hand and, while her assistant held a mask over his face giving him oxygen, she injected the milky white anaesthetic into the back of his hand as he drifted off to sleep. He woke on the ward to find his wife was there. The hospital had found her mother’s phone number in his wallet and called the number. He was still rather groggy, but lifted the sheet to find that he was bandaged in his groin with a catheter coming out from between his legs. However, it was obvious from the smooth line of the dressings that his ‘equipment’ down there had definitely gone. Later, during the recovery, he’d seen the psychiatrist who’d spoken about the need for testosterone patches if he wasn’t to become feminised and also to try to help him to come to terms with his new eunuch status. The psychiatrist had not managed to get him to change his story, but had spoken with both him and his wife about the patches. Later his wife kissed him and whispered, “I see you managed it then!” He started with surprise. She laughed, “I’d known for some time you were unhappy as you were. I’d seen you looking at the Eunuch site on your computer. Do you really want the patches, or would you rather find your female side? I’m happy with that!” He laid there in his hospital bed trying to decide whether he would stay outwardly a male or let his female hormones take over and allow breast to develop. His wife didn’t mind! That would take some thinking about! |