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"Have you given it any more thought, dear, about what I said last night?" First Lade Judy Wilkinson asked her husband over breakfast in the family dining room of the White House. "Uh, still thinking about it," President Jim Wilkinson said noncommittally. He knew what she was talking about, of course. "It" was penectomy, something she really wanted him to have, just like any other wife naturally did. He suspected she also wanted him to be castrated, but she hadn't raised that topic yet. He guessed she wanted to convince him step at a time. There was nothing strange or unreasonable about his wife's wishes, President Wilkinson knew. After all, voluntary penectomy and castration had gone mainstream in way that no one could have foreseen just a very few years ago. Now, in there wasn't a hospital the country that didn't offer MGR (Male Genital Removal) surgery, and specialized penectomy/castration clinincs were to be found in many neighborhoods. The popularity of penile amputations and castrations had been accompanied by -- in fact had caused -- the new fashion where men went around constantly in crotchless trousers, proudly displaying their absence of cock and/or balls. Curiously, it was almost a display of manhood to have been brave enough to take the decision to be emasculated. Women of course were universally enthusiastic about the trend towards a world in which men were all caponized. After all, they no longer had to fear rape, or feel pressure from their husbands and boyfriends to permit the degrading insertion of a penis into their bodies. Instead, they could lie back and receive as their due the cunnilingus that women really craved by way of sex. Regarding female desires, President Wilkinson thought about the reaction of his female Cabinet members when the Secretary of Defense has shown up at last Wednesday's meeting with his open-front pants showing not the seven-incher he had previously displayed, but the standard post-penectomy half-inch stump. The women had ooed and ahh'd and com[limented him on his new look. They also had cast meaningful glances at those other male members of the Cabinet (about a third of the males) who were still un-cut. One of the women cabinet members was even bold enough to cast such a glance at him, the President of the United States! Moreover, in raising the topic the night before for the umpteenth time in their pillow talk, his wife had said, "you know, you could have it done by a female surgeon; all straight men do." That was, he had to admit to himself, an exciting thought. But still he hesitated.... After all, his penis was something he had had all his life. It was an hour later as he sat in the Oval Office that the Secretary of State came in. "Sir, can I talk to you about the upcoming visit of President Ivanov of Russia?" "Sure, Pete. What's on your mind?" "Well, sir, according to an intelligence intercept, Ivanov is scheduled to have a penectomy before coming here." The Secretary of State didn't have to go on. His meaning was clear: although relations between the U.S. and Russia were good, naturally a certain amount of one-upmanship remained inevitable. Ivanov's plan was clearly to appear next to Wilkinson at the televised joint press conference with his new penectomy on full display through the front of his crotchless pants, while there the President of the United States would be standing looking like a fool with his stupid hose dangling in front of him. "I know it's a sacrifice, sire..." the Secretary of State said; in fact, the Secretary of Statehad had a penectomy and castration a year and a half ago, but the fact that his boss was still intact (if having the phsyical disfigurement represented by a penis and testicles could be considered being intact), suggested to him that the President was reluctant to go under the emasculating scalpel. The President's response was simply to pick up the phone on his desk and say to his secretary, "Miriam, please call Walter Reed Army hospital and get me a penectomy appointment." An hour later, he was in the operating room. When you're President of the United States, if you ask for a medical appointment at Walter Reed, you get it pronto. He was seated on a chair in the operating room. Facing him was doctor Susan O'Malley, chief Male Genital Removal surgeon at the hospital. She wore a white operating room coat that did nothing to conceal the ample dimensions of her breasts. She was in her early forties, with a mature beauty that contrasted with the youth of the pretty female MGR resisenident and equally pretty female medical student who were to watch the operation. The team was rounded out by an attractive nurse, who had already "prepped" him by shaving off his public hair. That act had caused him to have an erection that was in full view of the women. "Now before we begin, Mr. President, there are some things I need to know," Doctor O'Malley said. "Shoot, doctor," Wilkinson replied. "First, although the appointment request just mentioned penectomy, do you want to be castrated at the same time? Most men who have just a penectomy end up coming back for full caponization, and many of them regret that the waste of time in needing two appointments." Wilkinson reflected for a moment. This was more than he had bargained for. But then he thought how if President Ivanov appeared with just a penectomy next to a U.S. President who had not merely had his penis amputated, but who had been castrated too, that would be a point scored for the United States of America. "Let's go the whole nine yards," Wilkinson said. "penectomy and castration." "With scrotum removal?" Dr. O'Malley asked. "With scrotum removal," President Wilkinson said. He felt his already hard cock get even harder in the last erection he would ever have in his life. "Next question? Do you want anesthesia?" "No," Wilkinson without hesitation. He knew that it was considered sissy for a man to accept anesthesia during his emasculation. Refusing anesthesia was one last display of manhood before that manhood was destroyed irrevocably. "Final question," Dr. O'Malley said. "Do you want your wife to watch?" "But she's not here is she?" "Oh yes she is," the beautiful doctor said. "We've found that many men just before their operation express the wish that their wife or girlfriend could be present, so now we regularly notify the wife when the appointment is made and have her waiting dressed and scrubbed outside. That way if the husband answers 'yes' to the question of whether he would like her to watch his emasculation, she can come right in. If he says 'no' we just have her leave discreetly. But actually that's theoretical. I haven't had the experience of a man about to lose his penis and/or testicles who turned down the offer to have the woman in his life witness his caponization. "I'd...I'd very much like her to watch," President Wilkinson said eagerly. He felt for a moment he was going to come at the mere thought, even though no one was touching his iron-hard penis. "You can come in, Ma'am," the nurse said through the operating room swinging doors, and in stepped the First Lady to watch her husband, the President of the United States, be turned into a penisless eunuch! President Wilkinson saw on her face that sly smile of a woman who at last gets something she has wanted for a long time. "All right, let's begin," Dr. O'Malley said, rolling up the sleeves of her white operating coat, the other women, including the First Lady, doing likewise. "Now, lie back on the table." President Wilkinson did so, thrilling to being so totally under female command. The eyes of all the women -- the surgeon, the Resident, the med student and the nurse were glittering. It was a well known fact that female medical personnel specializing in Male Genital Destruction surgery enjoyed their work. "Now, Ma'am, you know what I instructed you do do," Dr. O'Malley said to the First Lady. Turning to the President of the United States as the latter lay passively on the operting table waiting for his manhood to be totally and irrevocably destroyed through penectomy and castration, she said, "It's best not to cut off an erect penis, because of the blood in the erectile tissue." The First Lady stepped forward and started massaging her husband's penis. As he felt the waves of pleasure caused by her hand, Wilkinson reflected that this was the last time, ever. But he had no regrets. Suddenly, he was spurting a mighty stream of semen from his doomed balls into the air. Then, as his cock started to soften, the female Resident took the glans and pulled on the penis, keeping it straight so the doctor could cut. Before starting to do so, Dr. O'Malley gave the sleeves of her coat another turn up. Then President Wilkinson felt the sharp pain of the scalpel as it sliced through the base of his penis, separating the latter from him for good. "All done for the penectomy" Dr. O'Malley said holding up for inspection the severed member, which hung limp and useless like a dead snake in a Hong Kong oriental food market. The grin on the First Lady's face was something to behold. The nurse took the penis and placed it in a jar of alcohol, which she would later give to the First Lady to keep once the testicles had been added. "Ready for stage two?" Dr. O'Malley asked. "Yes," Wilkinson replied. He managed to do so without hesitation, even though after "stage two" he would have literally zero manhood. Another sharp pain as the scrotum was cut open. Wilkinson could feel the Resident slip the testicles out, and then the quick slice of the scalpel as first one, then the other, testicle was cut free to be plopped into the jar of alcohol. Removal of the scrotum was considerably more painful, but Wilkinson managed not to make a sound as the final vestige of his maleness was sliced from him. Then a powerful painkiller was injected to handle post-operative pain. No shame in that. The deed was done, after all. "All done; you were very brave, sir," Dr. O'Malley said. It was then that President Wilkinson got his reward as his wife embraced him tightly and said, "darling, I'm so, so happy and so proud of you." Suddenly President Wilkinson felt a wave of happiness at the realization of how right his decision to become a penisless eunuch had been. One-upping President Ivanov didn't enter into the picture. The decision was right because of his marriage, and because he now understood that in being relieved of his manhood he had been relieved on an unnecessary and tedious burden. At the rate things were going in society, it would not be long before the arrival of a penis and testicle-less world. It would, he knew, be a better world for that. THE END |