My wife Kay told me to meet her at the doctor’s office after work. Even though it was just a “preliminary exam,” I arrived with considerable trepidation. Afterall, Kay’s lover Ted, a gynecologist by trade, was going to examine me to determine if I was a candidate for surgical castration. The very thought of it gave me the shivers.

            “Don’t be such a baby,” Kay had chided me the night before. “Ted’s probably removed a thousand ovaries in his career. Compared to that lopping off a man’s testicles should be a walk in the park…”

            When we entered Ted’s ob-gyn clinic the receptionist was just turning out the office lights. “Do you have an appointment?” she asked with alarm.

            “We have a private appointment,” Kay replied with emphasis. “The doctor is a personal friend of ours.”

            The receptionist told us to take a seat and assured us Ted would be out in a few minutes. She also apologized for having to “lock us in” as she went out the front door. I shuddered again.

            A few minutes later we heard laughter down a hall—a man’s and a woman’s. Then a door opened and Ted, in his white examination coat, led a drop-dead gorgeous brunette in her early thirties into the lobby. It was obvious they were on very intimate terms and I enjoyed watching my wife’s eyes narrow with jealousy as a smiling Ted led his patient to the door. Ten minutes earlier, I thought, he was looking up the woman’s legs. Tough job…

            Ted locked the door again and said, without any preliminaries, “Follow me.”

            He led us to a bright examination room at the end of the hall. In the middle of the room was a large adjustable chair with metal stirrups, designed for gynecological exams. Once inside the room Ted locked this door too. “Just in case one of my employees forgot something and decides to stop by,” he said to Kay. To me he said, “OK, remove everything from the waist down and get in the chair.”

            I was mortified. I’d been naked in front of Kay and Ted (and they in front of me) dozens of times. But this was different. The room was cold and I knew my genitals would appear shrunken and tiny. I undressed quickly and climbed in the chair. Ted, meanwhile, had warmed up to Kay and put his arms around her. She wanted to know who the brunette was but he blew her off. “Just a patient,” he said.

After they finished kissing Ted came over and adjusted the stirrups to my leg length. Then he tore off a piece of surgical tape and fastened my shrunken penis to my belly. Ted then went over to a side counter, opened a cabinet door and took out a hypodermic and vial. If this was just an examination, why was he about to stick me?

“What’s that?” Kay asked, speaking up before I could.

“Nothing. Just a mild muscle relaxer. I want his scrotum relaxed when I examine him. You’ll feel a slight prick,” he said to me.

I jumped as the needle pierced the top of my sack and entered the solid, tender flesh it was attached to. The pricking sensation had been more than “slight.” Ted went over to the cabinet again and came back with a small paper cup containing two tablets. “Take these,” he said, handing me a cup of water. “They’ll relax you, put you at ease. They’ll make you feel like you just drank a sixpack after work.”

As I popped the pills Ted went over to my wife and put his arm around her waist. He whispered something and the two of them left the room. Either they were going to an adjacent room for a “quickie,” I figured, or they were going somewhere private to talk behind my back. And since Kay and Ted had never been shy about having sex in front of me, I decided it was probably the latter.

Almost immediately after taking the pills I began to feel light-headed and woozy. The room began to spin. The effect was more like hash than beer. I put my head back and closed my eyes. Laughter bubbled up. Despite the fact that my wife and her lover were in the next room discussing my possible castration, I felt like I didn’t have a care or concern in the world. I was almost giddy.

I could also feel my balls going slack and slowly distending. I wanted to reach down and feel them, see how low they hung now that the relaxer was taking effect, but I lacked the ambition to do even this. All I wanted to do was lie back in the chair and be a passive lump. Let the world do with me what it wanted…

I may have passed out briefly. The next thing I knew Ted and Kay were back in the room. Ted had pulled on latex gloves and was sliding between my legs on an examination stool. I seemed to be higher in the air now, too. Ted’s fingers poked and probed the base of my scrotum initially. Then it felt like he put his entire gloved hand around my sack, above the balls, and squeezed.

“Jesus Christ,” he said to Kay, who was peering over his shoulder. “Look at this testicular distension. I’ve never seen a set of balls that hung this low.”

“That’s from all the stretching he does,” Kay said. “You’ve seen how he hangs weights from his balls.”

Kay was referring to the embarrassing time she made me attach my ball “noose,” hang weights from it and demonstrate to an astonished Ted the obscure art of ball-stretching. On another occasion, again in front of Ted, she’d attached the noose herself and hung from it the heaviest weight. This after tying my hands above my head to a window bracket in the bedroom. While I stood there “stretching” Kay joined Ted on the bed and went to work exercising his huge erection. Since their love-making never lasted less than an hour, I was in considerable burning misery by the time Kay finally dropped the weights. When she untied my hands I sank to my knees in tearful relief and gratitude.

Meanwhile, the examination continued. “He’s got an abnormally thin sack,” Ted said about me as if I were unconscious, dead or not even in the room. “That’s good. That’ll make it even easier. And here where it attaches? Look how small in diameter. Piece of cake. I could do this with my eyes closed.”

“Good,” Kay said, and I could sense in her voice her eagerness.

“Thanks for shaving him by the way,” Ted said. “It makes the exam that much easier.”

“I didn’t shave him,” Kay protested. “He shaved himself. He keeps his balls shaved anyway. All I did was make him shave the area around the scrotum as well.”

Ted made a vee with his index and middle finger and pinched my dangling sack just above the testicles. “I’ll clamp it here,” he demonstrated to Kay. “The weight will help keep them at maximum distension. Then,” his fingers sliding up my sack as high as they could go, “I’ll clamp him at the top to cut off the blood flow. Then I’ll cut him just below the clamp.”

“With a scalpel?” Kay asked eagerly.

“Probably the laser scalpel,” the doctor replied. “It cauterizes as it cuts, so it minimizes blood loss. Important because I won’t have a nurse here to help me with the operation, and I want everything to be nice and tidy.”

“I can help!” Kay volunteered.

“You can hold the metal dish and catch his balls when they fall off, how’s that? You won’t faint, will you?”

“Are you kidding? I’ve been wanting to watch a man get his balls cut off my whole life.”

Ted said, “But yes, afterwards I might come back and do a little trimming with a manual scalpel. Then I’ll sew him up and he’ll be good to go. In four weeks you’ll never know he had a pair down here.”

Even in my numb state I lay there with racing heart. A medical doctor was discussing and demonstrating his castration procedure to my wife and it was as if I were nothing but an eavesdropper on the whole thing! I had no say in the matter at all!

Ted left my testicles hanging and went over to the counter again. This time he came back with an even larger hypodermic.

“Is he allergic to anything?”

“No.”

“In order to administer a general anesthesia we’d have to hospitalize him. But since we want to do this on an outpatient basis—and it really is relatively minor surgery—I’ll use a local instead. This’ll deaden him from the waist down.”

“No big deal,” my wife joked. “He’s already dead down there.”

I jumped again as Ted stuck me painfully in the scrotum. This time it felt like the needle pierced me all the way to the base of my throat. My mouth was dry. I swallowed with difficulty. It was beginning to look like I was in for more than an “examination” tonight.

“Do we have time to play?” Kay asked.

“Always,” the doctor replied. “You sit on the stool.”

“I want you to tell me if I give a better blowjob than that leggy brunette you were just with.”

“I told you. She’s just a patient.”

“Yeah, right,” Kay said sarcastically.

I caught a glimpse of Ted’s open pants and arcing erection before my head thudded back to the chair. I saw stars. Meanwhile, below the waist I was going numb…

I came to and had no idea where I was. At home in bed? No, the room seemed too small. On the couch in my office? In a motel? Was I away on business? I suddenly remembered the stirruped examination chair and tried to raise my head. But I was lying completely flat. On some kind of narrow bed or cot. I remembered being half-naked in the exam chair. A lightweight blanket now seemed to cover me. I reached underneath it and felt around. I was still naked below the waist. I remembered the piece of tape Ted had stuck to my penis to keep it out of the way of his exam. Was it still there? I peeked under the blanket. My penis lay shrunken and free. I peered more closely and tried to focus my eyes. Two strips of medical tape now ran up my abdomen on either side of my pubic hair. Below that I could see the leading edge of a large piece of gauze. I touched it and touched below it. I was still numb down there, and it felt like there was a slightly damp area in the middle, between my legs. I pressed it again, harder, and felt…nothing.

I raised up a little on the cot and examined myself more closely between the legs. There was nothing there anymore! My testicles were gone! I’d been castrated!

I crashed back on the cot.

The next time I came to I heard voices. The overhead light was on and Ted and Kay were standing over me. In fact, Kay was sitting on the edge of the cot trying to lift me up.

“Wake up, darling,” she said. “You can’t sleep here all night. We have to get going. We have to get you your pain medication. Ted and I will help you to the car…”

Somehow the two of them managed to get me into a pair of pants. They led me to Kay’s car and when my bottom hit the passenger seat I felt a faraway, distant pain, as if I were experiencing something in a different life. Kay climbed in and started rattling things off nervously.

“Don’t worry about a thing,” she said. “The operation was a complete success. Everything went smoothly. Ted’s a fantastic surgeon. You'll be very pleased. He said once you completely heal up there won’t even be a scar. After the operation he called in your meds to the pharmacy up the street, isn’t he a dear? Painkillers and antibiotics. We’ll stop and pick them up on the way home. How are you feeling? You look pale. Are you in any pain? Ted said you can start taking the pills tonight. I can’t believe how well everything went…”

I must’ve faded out again because the next thing I knew Kay was getting back in the car and tossing a pharmacy paper bag in my lap. I looked inside. A couple of large plastic pill bottles, a box of super-absorbent pantyliners and a tube of K-Y jelly. I tried to speak. My mouth was dry. My words felt like hardboiled eggs coming out.

“What’s…?”

“What, darling?”

“What’s the…pantyliners for?”

“Well, I can always use more pantyliners. But it was Ted’s idea. He suggested you slip one into your panties for the next couple of weeks, after the bandage is removed. In case there’s any residual drainage.”

I swallowed. “And the…K-Y?”

Kay waved a hand. “Oh, that’s for Ted and me. Either he’s getting bigger or I’m getting tighter. I’m going to start making him lube him up first,” she said brightly.

I have a vague recollection of being led into the house, and an even vaguer one of plopping down on the bed in guest bedroom. “I’ll put your meds here on the table,” Kay told me, before turning out the light. “Call if you need anything.”

Hours later I woke up in the same state of confusion I’d been in while lying on the cot at Ted’s office. Where was I?

Only this time my head was clearer (though aching) and I felt a distinct pain between the legs. Oh right, I thought. They castrated me tonight. Or was it last night? I got up unsteadily and turned on the light. I found the pain pills and shuffled into the bathroom. I wanted to see my wound again so I gently lowered my pants. It had not been a bad dream. There were still two strips of surgical tape running up my abdomen, the gauze “diaper” was still in place and there was a blank space below it where my balls had once hung halfway to my knees. A shiver passed through me. They’d really done it to me. I gently examined the gauze. Some blood and fluid had leaked out but it seemed to have mostly dried up now. I popped a painkiller and shuffled back to bed. Then I lay there and stared at the ceiling.

A few hours ago you were still a man, I said to myself. Now you’re a eunuch. And there’s no going back, brother…

Ted had said to call him immediately if there were any complications, but things had gone so smoothly I even went back to work three days later. And each day that went by the pain lessened. Ted did, however, insist on doing a followup exam in two weeks’ time. Since Kay was going to be out of town on business that coming Friday and all weekend I made the after-hours appointment for the following Monday, so she could accompany me to Ted’s office.

Saturday morning I was busy doing housework when the doorbell rang. I wasn’t expecting anyone so it caught me off guard—especially considering I was going around the house, as usual, wearing nothing but a pair of Kay’s nylon panties. One of the positive side-effects of my castration was that women’s panties now fit like a dream. The narrow crotch no longer had to accommodate a set of balls that always seemed on the verge of sliding out. Below the waistband the only telltale of my gender was the little lump at the front my limp penis made. Also, per Ted’s suggestion, I was still inserting a pantyliner before slipping on any of Kay’s expensive delicacies, just in case.

Over my panties I pulled on a pair of jeans and went to the door. To my surprise Ted was standing there.

“I was in the neighborhood,” he said, barging in without asking, “and I thought I’d stop by and check up on you. How are you feeling?”

“Great,” I replied, sensing he had an ulterior motive.

“Good. Any pain?”

“A little. Still.”

“That’s to be expected. Drainage?”

“Not really.”

“Kay’s out of town, right?” he asked, nervously glancing around the livingroom. Had he had too many cups of coffee this morning?

“Yeah, she’ll be back Sunday night.”

“Good, I’m horny for her. You don’t think she’s banging that senior vice president she’s always traveling with, do you?”

I shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.”

“Tell you what, why don’t we go upstairs and have a look, shall we? It’ll save you from having to come by my office Monday night and me from having to stay late.”

I followed Ted up the stairs to my own bedroom. He told me to strip to the waist again. While I undressed, Ted pulled a pillow out and threw it in the middle of the bed.  “Lie down with your buttocks on the pillow,” he said. “Spread your legs and keep your knees bent so I can get a good look at you.”

I obeyed. What choice did I have? I was a eunuch and he was the doctor who had made me one.

Ted pulled a pair of latex gloves out his pants pocket and put them on. Then he sat on the bed, leaned over and began gently probing the vacant area between my legs. “Tender?”

“A little.”

“It’ll be that way for sometime. The stitches have dissolved nicely. Another week and you’ll never know I cut you there. A great piece of surgery even if I do say so myself,” he said modestly. “Experiencing any depression?”

“No, not really. A little ambivalence maybe.”

“You miss them?”

“Sometimes. Sometimes not.”

“Any erections?”

“No.”

“Nocturnal? When you wake up?”

“No.”

“That must be a relief.” Ted grinned. “A relief to your wife in any case. Any other side effects I need to know about?”

“It may be my imagination,” I said haltingly, “but I think…maybe…my breasts are getting larger.”

“That’s to be expected. Let’s see…” Ted pulled my shirt up and probingly squeezed my breasts. He pinched my nipples, hard. “Tender?”

“A little.”

“Yes, you may definitely be experiencing some breast enlargement. Are you uncomfortable with that?”

“Not really.”

Ted was now on his knees, looming over me, feeling me up in effect. I pressed my chin to chest and looked straight ahead. The front of his pants bulged with a huge erection. Is that why he came here today? I wondered. For another blowjob?

Ted got off of me and opened a bedside drawer and took out the new tube of K-Y jelly Kay had bought the night of my castration. “Let’s do a prostrate exam while we’re at it,” he said.

I watched Ted lube up his gloved middle finger. Prostate exams used to fill me with dread but now, after all the sessions of dildo sex I’d had with Kay over the years, they didn’t bother me in the least. In fact, I rather enjoyed them. Ted’s thick finger slid right in.

“It’s been awhile since I did one of these. But everything feels normal,” he said, working his finger in as deep as it would go, then massaging my gland with it until I felt like I was about to pee. Ted pulled his finger out and tossed the latex glove aside. Then, without further explanation he opened his pants, bared his huge erection and began slathering it with K-Y jelly.

“You didn’t think you were Kay’s eunuch alone, did you?” he asked.

I obediently lifted my legs as Ted climbed between them, guiding his hard cock toward my hole. He entered me in one long thrust that seemed to go on for miles. Ted seemed surprised at how easily his big cock slid in.

“Goddamn. I thought you would be nice and tight. Kay’s vagina is tighter than you.” Ted had begun moving in me and I was too busy moaning to respond. “I was hoping to be your first man? Up the ass I mean. Oh well…”

“Y-you are,” I stuttered.

“Good. Nothing like losing your virginity, is there?”

I screamed pleasure. An overwhelming sensation like I was about to cum, or pee, had washed over me. The sensation climaxed with my screams, then passed. I looked down at the limp penis on my belly expecting to see a puddle of some kind. But there was nothing. I’d just experienced my first orgasm, I realized. My first "dry" one, that is. The same kind a woman experiences.

Ted made me cum a second time, then a third. Then he pulled his bare penis out and told me to get on my hands and knees. “This is the way your wife likes it,” he told me, as if I hadn’t watched them do it on this very bed a hundred times. Ted slid in even easier this time and I imagined this big gaping hole between my cheeks, exactly the diameter of Ted’s swollen penis. Those same cheeks now slammed hard against Ted’s thighs and I almost immediately screamed in climax a fourth time. After that my face fell to my arms on the pillows. All the orgasms had worn me out. I wondered how much more I could take of this. I held on to the pillow and fantasized I was a skinny, virginal sixteen year old female having sex with an experienced older man for the first time. I hung on for dear life. Was my new lover ever going to cum?

“Shoot it in me!” I pleaded.

“I am, I am!” he cried.

Ted abruptly stopped moving in me. I felt like time was standing still. I felt him throb once inside me, then again. Then he resumed his furious motion and began to scream so loudly I feared the windows would rattle. He was finally cuming and I could feel each powerful pump of his semen inside me. I was screaming too now and telling him between screams to “Give it to me, give me all of it! Every last drop!” I knew I should have made him wear a condom but what choice did I have? I was his eunuch. I was his slave. He’d made me so with his own hands. Besides, he’d cum in my wife countless times and she was as healthy as a horse. “He is a doctor afterall,” she’d once reminded me, when I brought up the subject of condoms.

My lover pulled out and I fell forward against the headboard in a heap. I could feel Ted’s semen leaking out of me and running over the wound where my balls had once hung. From there his cum was running down my thighs and dripping on the sheets. I felt wonderful—warm and glowing and utterly fulfilled inside. Not to mention exhausted.

I heard the bathroom door slam. Ted had left the bed—and me—without a word. I knew from his behavior after the blowjob that he was probably feeling humiliated and guilty. I also knew that he was probably blaming me—“that fucking faggot”—even though I’d been his passive partner in all of this. “Oh well,” I sighed.

I got up and headed for the downstairs bathroom. After showering off I inserted a fresh pantyliner in my panties, in order to absorb the last of Ted’s leaking semen. I marveled again in the mirror at how well women’s panties fit me now that I was castrated. I squeezed my tender breasts and wondered if breast implants might not be the next step. Breast implants or a penectomy, or both. Ted had tried to stroke my limp penis at one point during our lovemaking. Did he like looking down and seeing another man’s penis as he rammed his own big, powerful one home?

Ted was just coming down the stairs when I emerged from the bathroom. He told me to fix him a drink.

I desperately wanted to thank him in some more intimate way for his lovemaking, but he was being surly and distant and I didn’t dare bother him.

“When will Kay be home?”

“Sunday night.”

“Good. This is what happens when she’s not around. I end up fucking some ball-less faggot in lace panties.” I’d followed Ted at a distance to the front door. Before leaving he turned back and shoved a finger in my face. “Just remember,” he warned, “if you ever breathe a word about this to Kay I’ll cut more than your balls off next time!”

I closed the door and locked it and headed back to the vacuum cleaner. I was Kay’s eunuch as well, afterall, and I still had housework to do.