Chapter 9

The only thing I felt at first was a slight warmth, and oddly enough it seemed to be centered in my ball sac, rather than in the part of me that was now in the tray. Before I could concentrate on that mystery, though, the "warmth" turned to "warmer," and then the "hot" turned to "hotter." I tried to free my body from the restraints, but did little more than cause the metal tray to jiggle a slight amount. About the only movement that was granted me was to throw my head from side to side, and I remember doing that, all the while wondering who kept grunting, "Unh! Unh! Unh!" At some point in time I realized it was my own throat that was making that noise, but by then it had become a long, drawn out, "Aaahhhhh!"

I looked up at Kathy, hoping she'd grant me release from the agonizing heat in my crotch, but she never moved her gaze from the fascinating spectacle of my right nut being slowly cooked by the fiendish device Herr Nunnemacher had invented. Her mouth was hanging open as she drew breath in short gasps timed to her lover's thrusts, and her eyes were glazed as she watched my ball slowly changing color, until it at last was almost glowing bright red. As I watched, her head snapped back so strongly that it must have hurt her neck, but her only reaction was to hiss, "Oh, Jesus. . . H.. . . Chriiisssstttt!" It was a sound I had always loved to hear, because it signaled an orgasm that was especially intense. The one she was having right then, though, was obviously the best ever, for her sibilant hiss seemed to last forever, and I knew Herr Braunfels was feeling the sort of pleasure I once had, as her steaming pussy spasmed over and over.

When her orgasm had ended, she stood there supported only by her hands on the table, the man's cock still deep inside her, and my eyes returned to my crotch. Now, instead of a blazing-red bean lying in the tray, the thing was brown and had begun to shrink as the liquid inside it boiled off. I don't know if the pain diminished because the ball had died, or because the tied cord had made the thing numb. Whatever, the agonizing waves that had threatened to overcome me faded into the background.

At that moment, a second of my senses took over, and my nose inhaled the most delicious aroma it had smelled in many days. I had eaten only one small bowl of hot cereal and another of soup in more than a day's time, and not surprisingly, I was hungry. My body made the only response it could: my stomach growled.

That sound was immediately echoed by one even more powerful, and it came from Helga. I'm sure she had been used to eating twice as much as I ever did, and was feeling her own hunger even more. As our stomachs sang their duet, the others began to laugh long and loud.

Their laughter ceased only when Herr Nunnemacher unplugged the electrical wire and removed the heating element from the tube. In the silence that followed, he used the scalpel to sever my tied-off cord. Almost as an afterthought, he trimmed the once-yellow mass from the wrinkled thing. He then unsnapped the ring from both ends of the tube, allowing it to be pushed out of the shriveled brown prune. Picking up the tray, he extended his arm toward the large woman standing beside my feet, saying only, "Your snack is ready, my dear Helga." With a look of fear on her face, she slowly reached out, then picked up the tidbit lying there. She must have come to terms with her revulsion, or her hunger overcame her reluctance, for she opened her cavernous mouth and popped the thing inside it. To the sound of her contented moans, her jaws began to chew the morsel, and then her throat worked as she swallowed it.

When the others broke out in applause, it awakened her from her reverie. A look of intense shock passed over her face, and then she said, "Mein Gott! I ate his Hoden." And that was how I learned a new word in her language.

As the others made sounds of approval at what had just transpired, Herr Braunfels stepped back from my wife. His movement caused my head to jerk sideways just in time to see his softening penis drop free of it warm home. I watched in fascination as Carol dropped to her knees, the cum-slicked member glistening in front of her for just a split second before she took it into her mouth. The man sighed in contentment as his wife sucked the combined juices from his cock, and I felt a surge of jealousy that threatened to consume me. To be honest, I have to admit that I was almost as jealous of Carol as I was of her husband. I wanted to feel her take my own tiny dick in her mouth, but at the same time I wanted to feel his in mine. I think that was the true beginning of my life as a bisexual, to the degree I'm now able to do such things, anyway.

As Herr Braunfels stepped away from his post behind Kathy, Herr Schmitt moved in to occupy it. As Carol had done shortly before, Helga quickly lowered her husband's trousers and undershorts, then guided his rampant member into my wife's dripping pussy. She showed her pleasure with the new occupant by wiggling her butt a few times to grant him easier entrance, and then returning her attention to Herr Nunnemacher.

My torturer smiled in satisfaction as everyone congratulated him, not only for his invention, but also for the accomplished way he had used it on me. At last he raised one hand to call for silence, then said, "There is an American expression that says, 'You ain't seen nothing yet.' That says it all, ladies and gentlemen." With those intriguing words, he looked up to the high ceiling and all eyes followed his.

As I had the night before, I saw the rubber tube descending, aiming directly for my still-dancing penis. Again, I felt confusion, because I thought that my little thing was going to be stretched again, giving it the chance to become normal size. Kathy had already told me I was to be a "fourth type" of eunuch, which meant the only remaining part of my genitals would be my left nut. Had she changed her mind?

Herr Nunnemacher assured me that she hadn't, because when the tube was at last resting on my stomach, he said, "And now, ladies and gentlemen, for the final act in this exciting play our dear Kathy has written for us. In just a few minutes, what you once knew as a 'he' will be an 'it.'" So saying, he placed the tube around the tiny organ and then began inflating it, locking it in place. He glanced at Herr Trotter, who was standing beside the winch, and soon the handle was turning in reverse, drawing in the rope and stretching its captive to its ultimate extent.

He continued, "You may know that the exposed part of the male organ it not all there is." Running his hand along the part of my crotch between my remaining ball and my butt, as if to illustrate his words, he went on, "There is a large portion of it hidden here, known as the 'root and bulb.' Since his wife has asked that the maximum amount be removed, it had to be extended by the winch, as you have seen. That will allow us to excise a part of the thing that was previously hidden."

As the audience murmured its approval, he took from the drawer a short length of wire and a pair of pliers. Almost before understanding swept over me, he wrapped the wire twice around the base of my shaft, as close as possible to my sac, then twisted the ends tight. Satisfied with his preparations, he then bled the air from the tube, allowing my still-erect penis to flop down on my abdomen. Unable to any longer stand by itself, my little penis lay there, looking for all the world like a link of sausage.

After the snickers and light laughter died down, he continued, "The next step is to remove every drop of blood from his little member, as part of the preservation process. For that, I will use this syringe." Again he reached into the drawer, this time drawing forth a large syringe that was surely capable of holding every drop of blood in my entire body. With no hesitation he plunged the needle deep into his prize, and then slowly pulled the plunger, nodding in approval as the plastic tube filled with red liquid. When the thing was about half full, he inserted the needle into my shrunken penis in a second location, quickly withdrawing the last of the blood the thing still had within it.

When everyone had quieted, he continued his lecture, saying, "The barbed ring you just saw demonstrated is not the only new thing I will be testing for the first time. Herr Trotter and I have been working for some time on a better way to preserve the male organs we are asked to remove. Those of you who have toured our little museum here on the grounds have undoubtedly noticed the artificial appearance of the many penises on display there. That is due to the fact that the only way we have had of preserving them has been to immerse them in liquid plastic, which when hardened serves as an enduring cocoon for the organ.

The one you see here before you now will be the test bed, as it were, for a new chemical concoction. If it works as intended, it will consume the remaining blood in his member, then undergo a change of state that will transform everything to a form of rubbery plastic that should last for an eternity. I've tested it many times on cuts of fresh meat, and it performed flawlessly. However, tonight will be the first test on a living specimen, and I'm sure you're all just as fascinated to learn the results as am I." He smiled broadly, then said, "In any case, it won't be any great loss, will it?"

He bowed his head in response to the peal of laughter, then turned to watch Herr Trotter approaching the table, pushing a small cart that held the equipment that would soon alter my penis to its new, long-lasting form. I had no consciousness of anything else in the room, even the extremely-exciting sight of my wife standing beside me while being fucked by another man. As the cart was pushed closer to my side, I had no idea what the apparatus was that sat on its top, other than it looked for all the world like a small air compressor. As it turned out, that was a reasonably-good guess on my part.

Herr Nunnemacher positioned the cart to his satisfaction, then pointing to the various parts of his invention, explained, "The machinery you see here is quite simple and easy to use. We have been thinking of manufacturing and selling it for home use, if there is sufficient demand." After a slight pause to gather his thoughts, he picked up what looked to be a large syringe with a small plastic hose attached to the compressor. Indicating the contents of the syringe, he said, "This is the formula I have developed. As I said before, it does nothing more than supplant the blood remaining in the member, and then undergoes a chemical reaction that causes it to both expand in volume and to become semi-solid."

Pointing to the small machine, he explained, "This is nothing more than a simple air compressor, as you undoubtedly already knew. It will furnish the means to force the chemical into the organ, thereby filling the bladders in the thing that were designed to fill with blood and cause tumescence. The force of the compressed air, plus the expansion of the chemical mix, should make his little penis much larger than ever before. There is a small risk that the thing will simply explode, but since that would be a negligible loss, it's of no consequence."

To another round of laughter, and more than a little anticipation on the part of everyone watching the demonstration, Herr Nunnemacher connected the compressor to the extension cord. The switch was flipped to the "on" position, and the sudden noise from the machine startled me out of the reverie I'd been in for several minutes. Even in my drugged condition, I understood that what had once been my penis would soon be something very different. More than that, his words told me that as soon as the thing had been preserved and removed, it would be placed on display in the resort's museum, to be seen by every guest from then on. I actually didn't know whether to feel embarrassed or pleased by that turn of events.

Grasping the syringe in one hand, and my shrunken penis in the other, he deftly guided the needle into place. I saw one finger depress a small trigger, which caused the level of liquid to fall a small amount. Then, to my amazement, the flaccid little thing that was still attached to me began to fill, just like a balloon that was being inflated. As the level of the fluid in the syringe dropped, the shrunken tube he had in his other hand began to grow, almost as if I were making it become erect. Since that was no longer possible, due to the tightly-wrapped wire, the effect had to be due to what was being forced into the empty little thing.

Herr Nunnemacher released the trigger after a few seconds, then repositioned the needle to a second location. Again he plunged it deep inside my penis, and again he depressed the trigger. As before, the liquid level began to drop once more, and as we all watched in fascinated silence, the little skin tube was soon in a state of erection equal to what it had been before the blood had been drained from it. At that point, he moved the needle to a third location, this time the head of the thing.

Only a small amount of the fluid was injected into the glans before he removed the needle, then placed the syringe on my abdomen. He said quietly, "Now, ladies and gentlemen, please watch closely. The chemical is actually a plastic polymer that will expand in volume as it cures. My prior tests showed the volume would almost double, and if that's also true in this instance, the tiny member you see now should soon be almost normal size."

There were several titters from the audience, but the only comment was my wife's fervent, "God, I fucking hope so!" That served to evoke a more appreciative response from the others, and their agreement with her sentiment was evident.

As all eyes stared at my crotch, the skin covering my penis began to visibly stretch as the chemical reaction began. The half of the shaft that had been injected first expanded noticeably more than the other parts, giving the little dick a misshapen appearance. That soon was corrected, though, because the other half soon followed suit. Almost as if by magic, my shaft grew fatter and fatter, while at the same time it grew in length. The tiny head looked ridiculous perched atop the stretched tube, but almost before anyone noticed that, it, too, began to grow.

Just seconds after the effect first became noticeable, the skin covering the shaft and glans was stretched so tightly that it glistened, and I was sure it would soon split wide open. I knew the curing process was making a great deal of heat, because the part of my abdomen that my penis slumped against became uncomfortably warm, and then intensely hot. At the same time, the glistening tube of meat began to almost glow as if it were being consumed by internal fires that were the equal of what I'd so recently felt in my right nut. Only the constricting wire, and the numbness it imparted, kept me from once again screaming in agony as that most-sensitive part of my body was cooked.

Everyone watched in silence as the red color began to fade to a lighter shade. I could tell from the reduced sensation of heat on my stomach that the chemical reaction had almost reached an end. That was confirmed by Herr Nunnemacher, as he checked his wristwatch, then announced, "The process is nearly complete now. It usually takes 120 seconds for the chemicals to mix thoroughly, and then transform to their semi-solid form. I think the object in question has cooled sufficiently that it won't burn my fingers now, so we shall see."

To the sound of more laughter, he wrapped his fingers around my much-larger penis, then gave it a vigorous squeeze that I could see, but not feel. At my lack of reaction, he continued, "Yes, it seems to be completed. Notice that he no longer has any feeling in his member. The chemicals, in combination with the heat of transformation, have killed all nerve endings, and as far as he is concerned, he no longer has a penis. That state of affairs will now become fact, with the assistance of his lovely wife."

His words drew my attention back to Kathy, who was still standing there beside me. Her hips were still swaying in that ancient rhythm that told everyone Herr Schmitt's cock was still buried inside her. The intensity of her gaze as she stared at my crotch, though, demonstrated that she was barely aware of her lover's penis, and in fact she had eyes only for the swollen one that far exceeded in size anything that she'd ever before seen attached to me.

Herr Nunnemacher reached into the drawer one last time, and the thing he brought forth nearly made me pass out cold. What he was holding in his hand was an ordinary-looking utensil that can be found in most well-equipped kitchens, but seeing it in that setting made it look so much more sinister, and so much more deadly.

He was holding a simple butcher knife, with a black plastic handle and a blade that was probably 12" in length. The cutting edge of the blade was serrated, and from the way it gleamed, there was no question it was razor sharp. I'm sure not a single person in the room drew a breath as he held it out to Kathy, offering the handle to her. He asked softly, "My dear, would you care to do the honors?"

Every eye was locked on her hand as her fingers closed around the handle, and then as they adjusted their grip to give her the best control of the deadly tool. Herr Nunnemacher moved his own hand back to my crotch, where he pinched my swollen glans between his thumb and forefinger, then pulled my penis to an erect position. He then looked expectantly at my wife, joining the rest of us in absolute silence as her hand began to move the blade closer and closer to its target, almost as if a snake were slowly approaching a transfixed rabbit, ready to strike in a split second.

After an eternity had passed, she rested the cutting edge against my shaft, close to the bottom, then asked in a husky whisper that told us all how very, very aroused she was, "Here?"

He responded in his own hoarse whisper, "Get as close as you can to the wire. You don't want to leave him a little stub to play with, do you?"

To the slight sound of subdued laughter, she replied, "No way in hell!" The blade was then moved the small amount necessary to make sure it was resting against the wire, and then she sighed deeply. Her head turned slowly to look directly at my face, and then she asked, in a voice so soft and husky that it was almost impossible to distinguish her words, "Do you still want to be a eunuch, honey?"

Even though I had no choice of responses, I knew deep in my heart that I wanted that more than anything. In a voice equally soft and husky, I whispered, "Yes, Mistress."

She said nothing else, but merely turned her head back to that part of my body that so fascinated her. With no further hesitation, she began to move the cutting edge back in forth, almost as if she were sawing off a tree limb. In reality, that was very much what she was doing, since the thing she was severing from my body no longer had the slightest bit of sensation left in it. I could see what she was doing, and could feel the movement in the part of my crotch below the wire. However, there was no feeling of pain or shock as the serrations began to disappear in my shaft. For all intents and purposes, she could have been sawing through a rubber dildo that stood above my body, and in truth, the difficulty she had told everyone there that what had once been flesh and blood was now nothing more than rubber or soft plastic.

It seemed to take forever for the knife to do its grisly work, but I'm sure it couldn't have taken more than a few seconds. As a collective gasp came from every throat there, including mine, the blade passed through the last shred of rubberized skin. Herr Nunnemacher held the severed thing aloft, and as he stood there smiling, the exclamations of approval and the applause filled the room, seemingly deafening after the intense silence of moments before.

I watched him place the thing on my abdomen, and then when he stared at Kathy, drew my eyes away to also look at her. I was just in time to see her neck snap back a second time, and then heard her once again utter those sweet words, "Oh! Jesus . . . H. . . . Chriiiissssstttt!"

As her hiss of satisfaction died out, Herr Nunnemacher said, "And now, I think our guest of honor needs to rest. Even though his member was so insignificant, it must have been quite stressful for him to witness its removal." I saw Herr Trotter hand another, smaller syringe to him, and then was just barely conscious of its needle being plunged into my arm. Almost before the liquid had been injected, the room began to grow darker, and then my eyes closed.

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Epilogue

Kathy told me I slept for more than two days, and the stiffness in my muscles when I awoke confirmed her words. I was also ravenously hungry, and that probably kept me from being overcome by any sort of pain from my crotch. I never did feel any pain from where my penis used to be, since that part had been completely deadened by the plastic that had been injected in it. My ball sac, though, was quite sore, mainly from the stitches that had been used to close the incision in it after it had been trimmed to better fit my one remaining testis. Even that discomfort faded in a couple more days, and if I was careful to not rub my legs against it when walking, it didn't bother me much at all.

The other guests had departed by that time, leaving just Kathy and me there during my recuperation. She spent lots of time nursing me during the day, and told me over and over how very exciting our anniversary vacation had been. Each night, though, was spent in Herr Trotter's bed, where he and Herr Nunnemacher made sure she received the type of satisfaction I'd never again be able to give her.

We returned home after spending one week at the resort, and once there began to lead the life that both of us had fantasized about for so long. I now serve my wife as her personal eunuch, and she enjoys the attentions of an unending parade of men who find their way to her bed. In many ways, reality is much different than anything I'd fantasized, but when I hear her moans and gasps of excitement as I stand guard outside her bedroom door, I know deep inside this is the way things were meant to be for us.

What was fantasy so long ago turned to obsession, and then that obsession turned to reality. I wouldn't have it any other way.

The End