Northern Lights - Part 2: Oil Rigs and Oblivion

By CYN

Copyright © 2002 – All Rights Reserved

Part 2 – Oil Rigs and Oblivion

“This paperwork is killing.” Dr. Halvorsen was facing a small stack of forms and paper in front of him. “I cannot believe how many forms have to be completed just to cut off a man’s balls and cock.

“You can do it all online if you so desire,” Kaarita responded. “I understand it is really quite easy.”

“Call me old fashioned, but I could never get interested in that online crap. Does not feel right if I do not have a pen in my hands.”

The two doctors continued to plow through the piled up papers. Finally, after about forty-five additional minutes, the end was in sight.

“I thought the surgery went very well. What about you doctor? Dr. Halvorsen asked.”

“Yes. It went very well. It was quick, the patient seemed relatively comfortable and we will see what the aftermath is like in a few hours.”

Doctor Halvorsen hummed to himself. She had worked with him long enough to know that this meant he had something on his mind and he did not know how to broach the subject. “Maybe soon,” Kaarita mused to herself.

“He is a rather good looking young man, Kaarita.”

“Hmm,” replied the non-committal female doctor.

“Do you not think so?”

Kaarita raised her head and looked out of the window. She had a rather dreamy expression on her face and her eyes were half closed. “Yes, I suppose so. He is rather handsome.”

Dr. Halvorsen now held the last form in his hands and he appeared to be reading it carefully. Dr. Maattison had already finished her work and had gotten a cup of strong coffee and was slowly sipping the hot brew when the older doctor spoke.

“So! Do you want him?”

Kaarita almost dropped the cup. “What? What do you mean?”

Dr. Halvorsen looked at her and a small, ironic smile played across his lips. “I thought it was a simple enough question, doctor, even considering the experience you have just gone through.”

Kaarita scratched her head. “I just do not know what you mean. Do I want him? What does that mean?”

“It means exactly what it sounds like it means. I am asking if you want Mr. A07402.”

“Huh?”

“Mr. A07402. That is his name – well, his designation – until a new name is chosen for him. Did you not notice the number imprinted at the top of each form? Anyway, it is very simple Kaarita. Our friend will be sent to the oil rigs in about two months unless someone at the hospital decides to take on the responsibility of keeping him.”

“Excuse me, doctor, but I still do not fully understand. Keep him?”

“Let me explain from the beginning. According to the law as it is currently written, the victim – er, pardon – the patient, after his surgery, is fully processed and then shipped off to the rigs. The full processing includes monitoring the patient’s hormone levels, some psychological counseling, an exercise program and creating a new living regimen for the modified man. Then they are transferred to the rigs where they stay permanently except for a short vacation every year in a 100 percent controlled environment and possible emergency leave granted for a number of important reasons.

“A problem developed, however. It seemed that during the first year at sea fifty to sixty percent of the men went missing.”

“Missing? How can they go missing?” Kaarita questioned.

“’Missing’ is the euphemistic term used by the authorities for a suicide.”

“Suicide?” Kaarita asked rather loudly while a shudder racking her body.

Dr. Halvorsen hung his head. “Suicide. And that fifty to sixty percent is what the authorities admit to. You can imagine what it really is.”

“That’s astounding! And quite disturbing!”

“It certainly is!” Both physicians were silent for a few minutes. Finally, Dr. Halvorsen spoke again. “So the law was modified slightly. Since the men were not permitted to have contact with their families any more and their identities had been completely changed, it was proposed that they could be sort of set free into our society if they were kept under a constant and vigilant oversight. So a body heat activated signal emission device was developed and, if there was someone to take them, it would be implanted inside of a patient and he could live under the direct supervision of a trusted member of the Territorial Administration.”

Kaarita shrugged. “Sounds okay, I suppose. I would have thought it would have been better to get rid of them totally -you know, letting them kill themselves and be done with it. There would be fewer problems, no further exertion of their overt ‘maleness’ and no further paperwork.”

Dr. Halvorsen chuckled. “You certainly have a point – and do not mind stating it. However, the powers that be decided to try this something new and seemingly different approach. Besides, all these suicides meant constant retraining of new personnel and it was getting very expensive. Let me give you one other statistic: after three years, the ‘missing’ rate was over ninety-five percent. If you ask me, I think it is closer to one hundred percent.

“So something new was definitely in order. It was eventually instituted on an experimental five-year basis…and it has proved to be quite successful. I myself was quite surprised at the success rate. I was a complete skeptic at first. I suppose you do not know that Fredrika and I have two.”

“Two what?”

“Have you not been paying attention? Two of the Class A’s, of course. They live with us. One is the housekeeper and cook; the other is the gardener and groundskeeper and general maintenance person and sometimes butler. It is a very congenial relationship and…well, they have become almost likes sons to us. Gunnar has been with us for eighteen months now and Oleg for almost one year.”

Kaarita had some difficulty absorbing and processing this new and slightly disquieting information. She could not reconcile herself to the fact that Dr. Halvorsen had two nullified men living in his home, with his wife and him, and performing the task of servants. What is it like living with a completely unsexed man?

“So what do you think, Kaarita?” His use of her first name was something of a shock to the young doctor. He had so rarely done that under work conditions. “Do you want him or not. Because it effects the procedures we will be administering to A07402 in the next few days and weeks.”

“I have not given it sufficient thought yet, doctor. I will need to think about this for at least a few days. Is that all right with you?”

“Certainly…certainly. I understand your problem.”

The young doctor shook her head. “What you are basically saying is that I have Luigi’s life…I mean I have the life of A07402 in my hands. Is that so?”

“Yes, you could put it that way…if you wish to be so dramatic.” Dr. Halvorsen put down his pen and the papers and folded his hands in front of him. “Kaarita, did you honestly think what you did with that man before the surgery would go un…well, unnoticed.”

She smiled. “I knew there were cameras in there, if that is what you mean.”

Dr. Halvorsen smiled and patted her arm. “It was very nice…and very brave…of you to do that when you knew there were people watching.” He laughed. “I am sure the young man appreciated all that you did for him. Now you have to give very serious thought to the current situation – whether you will want him to become a part of your household or whether he is sent off to the rigs.”

“What I do not understand is why they need a man with one arm on the rigs.”

“There are other things that have to be done besides getting up the minerals. They need cooks, medics, computer operators…well, you name it they need it. These installations are so enormous they are practically cities unto themselves.” He gave her a sad-eyed look. “You will give this proposal some careful thought?”

“I will. I most certainly will. It is a big decision and I will not be taking it lightly.” Kaarita smiled and put her hand on Dr. Halvorsen’s shoulder. He smiled back at her and covered her hand with his.

There was quiet for a few minutes and then Kaarita spoke. “What happened to his family? Luigi…forgive me, I mean A07402.”

“His family…let me see if I can remember. Yes, I believe his former wife and their four remaining children are now somewhere in the American Area. More specific than that I don’t know.”

They finished signing the remaining forms, sending them out to the appropriate persons and departments, and filing the rest. The final form was left in the top center drawer of Dr. Halvorsen’s desk.

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Dr. Maattisen unlocked the door to Luigi Cantelli’s room. He was now lodged in the Class A Post Operative Area of the hospital. She knew it was her duty to visit all her patients. She had to check on their status and progress…or the lack thereof. But somehow, she felt that this man was special and her desire was to spend additional time with him.

Kaarita was very concerned about the man because he had not taken the surgery well…not well at all. He seemed to experience tremendous pain and eventually had to be gagged to prevent his screaming uncontrollably. Kaarita thought the pain to be mostly psychological because the new surgical device used seemed to function exactly as anticipated. There was a minimum of blood loss and the suturing (gluing, actually) was quick and rather uneventful.

She was performing her physician’s obligation, and also performing an act of kindness and consideration by visiting him tonight before she left for her home. She needed to see what was happening to him and if the man needed anything…if he needed any help and support and comfort that she was possibly able to provide. Their encounter before the surgery had sparked something in her…something she could not completely understand…but something that had to be reasoned through to a logical, and hopefully to a satisfactory, conclusion.

She was also performing her deepest desire. She knew she had to see Luigi again tonight. This beautiful man…this god-like creature…this crippled and now ruined Adonis…was uppermost in her thoughts and desires.

Luigi – she could not stop calling him by his real name – seemed to be sleeping. She knew that the dressing on the incision needed to be checked and the nappy changed. She knew this was a job for one of the surgical assistants to perform, but she honestly and truly wanted to tend to Luigi herself. She needed to see him…to be with him…to make him as comfortable as possible. She needed to know, for her own well being, that the man was still psychologically as sound as could be expected under the circumstances of complete nullification.

As Kaarita approached the bed, she got a very warm feeling suffusing her body. Her overwhelming passion for the man was very evident. Yes! Passion was definitely the word to use. She longed to hold him…and mother him…to baby him…and to be there for him when he needed her. And when he did not need her, she still wanted to be with him. For some unknown reason she felt very protective of this man. There was something about his vulnerability, his demeanor, and, yes, his beauty, that compelled her to be with him – to try to comfort him in this time of great loss and this time of his greatest need.

But she also could not stop thinking about the crime for which Luigi had been punished – the rape and murder of his own beloved daughter! How could a man do that to his own child? What could possess a human being to behave so heinously?

Could she – would she – let such a despicable creature live in her household? How?

But Dr. Halvorsen said they changed. They all changed for the better after the radical surgery, according to him. With their testes removed and the drop in their production of natural testosterone and other hormones reduced to zero, they behaved like well trained house pets – no overt sex drive, no hyperactivity, no tantrums, no unruly behavior.

But was this true? She wondered. And if it were true, was this something she wanted to have with her all the time? A nullified man – a eunuch – a male toy? Yet, through all her doubts what she really saw was this amazingly beautiful man – this godlike creature, twice crippled.

She brought the lights up slightly and arranged everything she would need on the small bedside table. She noticed that he was perspiring rather heavily although the temperature of the room seemed quite comfortable. She wet a small cloth and mopped his brow and forehead. After a few minutes, he began to shake his head rather furiously and started to moan. Kaarita was sure that he was not in any severe pain but she tried to comfort him and soothe him nonetheless.

He suddenly began to cry out in his sleep. His torments touched her deeply; she found his suffering to be absolutely heart wrenching. “AAAAAAH! Mio scroto! No! No!” She mopped his brow again and he struggled against his restraints. “NO!” he screamed even louder. His voice was quite hoarse, and sounded very strained. He must have been screaming for a while or maybe it was the after effect of his screaming during the surgery.

“Dov’e mia famiglia? Mia famiglia! Mei bambini! Aaaaaaah! Mia moglie? Dov’e mia moglie? Mia famiglia? AH!”

Kaarita tried to cradle his head in her arms. But he was far too agitated and the flailing of his head prevented her from doing this.

Suddenly he let out an incredibly piercing scream, the likes of which Kaarita had never before experienced. His eyes flew open, his muscles tightened and he tried to sit bolt upright. However, the restraints wrenched him back and prevented him from moving much. He flopped back onto the bed, weak and limp, his eyes closed. He was breathing heavily and erratically, and perspiring profusely. Kaarita continued to try and soothe his brow and smiled down on his now relaxed and composed face.

She saw the end of his arm stump flailing under the cover sheet. She reached for it and uncovered it. Kaarita looked at this severed limb and felt herself becoming aroused at the sight of it. The short below the elbow stump was flexing rapidly and she was thrilled with the sight.

Luigi cried out again and she moved to rub his temples lightly. His body remained relatively calm and he moaned as he settled down again. .

When he slowly opened his eyes he fixed them on the woman standing over him – this beautiful lady doctor. He forced a small smile and began to speak softy; his voice was very hoarse and it was difficult for him to speak. “Thank you for being…being here with me, signorina dottore. Mille grazie. It help a lot. I feel better when I see you.”

Kaarita smiled back. It was a big broad smile but her eyes betrayed her concern, caring and worry about the man. She bent down and kissed his forehead, rubbing her lips over the surface, then lifting her head and smiling at Luigi again.

“No problem. No problem at all. I’ll be here whenever you may need me. Okay?”

The man smiled and nodded. He tried to lift his arm stump to touch her face but, due to the restraints, was unable to do so. Kaarita bent over slightly and was able to kiss it and rub her lips across the scarred end. Luigi took in a deep breath.

“I’m going to have to…uh…well, I need to check you and…do some things…down there. Is that all right?

He nodded. “You gotta do your job. I understand.”

Kaarita removed the sheet covering Luigi’s body, which exposed the area below his waist and putting his crotch area completely on display for her.

Luigi was wearing a disposable adult nappy. She undid the adhesive fastenings and, as he lifted his bum slightly, she removed it and put it into the medical waste chute.

“I will take off the bandage now. Is that all right?” Luigi nodded in response.

Kaarita gently and slowly removed the bandage that covered his entire groin. It did not cause the patient any pain – a new generation of adhesive bandages. This too she deposited in the chute. She pulled a small flashlight from her uniform pocket and shined it on the area of Luigi’s surgery. It was difficult for her to look at this region of his otherwise so very beautiful body – of this man whom she found to be so irresistible. There was nothing between his legs – nothing!

She took in a huge breath of air through her nose…and let it out very slowly through her mouth. “My beautiful, beautiful, beautiful Luigi,” she thought. “Look what they have done to you. Just look. No longer a man. Just a large reddened area where once hung the most magnificent cock and balls I had ever seen.”

The line of the incision was very straight – almost beautiful, as it emphasised the site of the removal. It would fade soon…it would fade and not be covered with any hair. That was gone too – gone forever, for even the hormones he will receive will not bring it back. Ah! Luigi! You are no longer a real man…you are a thing…a servant of the State…a living, breathing, thinking creature of no consequences…and no opportunity…and no love.

She tried to present a hearty attitude. “It is healing much faster than I expected,” she told him. “It is very good. It must be that new method of surgery and the new class of skin adhesives used.” Luigi look up at her; she had a smile plastered onto her face. He thought that he was able to read her expression – he knew that she was completely nauseated and revolted by his devastated body. He knew that…he was sure of that much at least.

Luigi let out a long moan and Kaarita looked at him again. He had shut his eyes tightly. His face was turned away and his color rather ashen.

She touched the skin near the incision. It was still very smooth and the touch absolutely thrilled her. This magnificent specimen of the beauty of man, this supreme example of all that she craved for in human form, was now reduced to a quivering shadow of his former self. He had been totally emasculated…nothing remained of his former glorious manhood – neither on the exterior nor under the skin.

Luigi look up at her again. Tears were streaming out of his eyes and he had great difficulty speaking. “I see it all.”

“What?”

“I see it all. I see how they…how they cut away my…my organs…my manhood. Everything. I see everything.”

“I understand.”

“I try to close my eyes but it no work. But…but…on the screen I see…I see the old dottore and how he use that new machine…and how he cut in me and…and take away my sex parts.” Luigi was blubbering rather heavily now and Kaarita was having some difficulty in understanding him. She felt her own eyes getting moist, sad and feeling tremendous compassion for this man. “I see him put the machine down on my skin and feel as it cut into my flesh. The pain is not too terrible but I feel everything it do. Then…then…I see my cock come off…and the dottore has it in his hands and is holding it for everyone to see.” Luigi emits a high piecing shriek. “My beautiful cock. OH! Mio Dio. They cut my cock away from me. And the dottore put it in a tray…put my cock in a metal tray…and all the peoples see it…and they laugh…they all laugh…and it is gone!”

He tried to bury his face in the pillows. “They did not laugh, Luigi. They did not! They were just so very shocked when they saw how your penis was…well, how it was detached from your body. Everybody was just so shocked; they were not laughing at you. Believe me.”

“They all think I am a freak…a fuckin’ freak. They see how the dottore just cut off my cock…snip, snip, snip. Cock gone.” Luigi took in a large, deep breath of air and his entire body shuddered. “And then…and then…he go to cut off my balls. It look so easy…and it is easy…and so fast. In a few seconds my balls…and my bag...they is gone. And he put them in the tray with my cock. Now…my cock…and my balls…is in the tray.”

Luigi was becoming more and more agitated. He was perspiring profusely. Kaarita went to the lav and dampened a cloth and began wiping his brow and face. He slowly calmed down and gave he a small smile and nodded. “Gracie, dottore. I am feeling better now.”

But he immediately began to cry again. “And I see what is left and…and he bring the machine to me again…and I see how he cut away other p-p-parts of me…and put them in the tray…and how you close me up…and put bandages on me and…and…”

He dissolved into a blubbering mess. Kaarita gently rubbed his arm stump and continued to mop his brow. And Luigi eventually calmed.

“If there is anything you want…or need…anything…for me to do for you, just let me know. Will you do that Luigi?”

“Si. I will do that. Si.”

“Now, I need to put a new bandage on you. Is that all right?”

He nodded. “You are not sick to look on me?”

Kaarita smiled and touched his wet cheek gently. “Of course not. You are still as beautiful as ever, Luigi.” She bent over to kiss him gently on his quivering lips. He had begun to cry again.

She applied the sterile bandage to his groin area. While doing it, she let her hands feel the smoothness of his skin and the warmth emanating from his body. His smell was an intoxicant. She firmly attached the bandage then put a fresh nappy on him.

Luigi, in his practically helpless state, looked at her with a deep pleading in his eyes. “How will I live, dottore?”

The proposition presented by Dr. Halvorsen played again in her mind. She smiled at him and touched his arm stump again, squeezing it slightly. “You will do fine, Luigi…just fine. You will live a long, happy life. You will see that I am right.”

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Kaarita had spent too many sleepless nights thinking and worrying about Luigi. She had gone to see him two and sometimes three times a day and she came away each time more confused about her ultimate feelings about the man. She could not come to a final decision about whether she would want to take him into her household or not. She spoke to Dr. Halvorsen earlier that day and they agreed that she should come to his home for dinner that very night. He had some things he wanted to show her and explain to her.

“So, have you made your decision yet?”

Kaarita was in the staff lounge trying to relax, drinking a cup of tea and speaking casually to various members of the medical staff. She was surprised by the surgical assistant’s question.

“What? I do not understand your question.”

“Oh, yes you do.” The doctor gave her a quizzical look. “Come on, Kaarita – about your patient. Are you going to take him into your house? I know Dr. Halvorsen made the proposal to you. Have you decided yet?”

So, the staff knew. They know everything, for sure. No secrets in this place.

“No. I have not made a decision yet. I am still thinking about it.”

“You better think quick. After one week they begin to get him ready for the next phase and it is different for going to the rigs and for going to a household job.”

Kaarita nodded. “I shall,” she muttered.

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Dr. Halvorsen and his wife lived in a very large and very beautiful house, as befitted his high position at the hospital. They had three adult children and seven grandchildren. Kaarita liked Mrs. Halvorsen very much; she was a pleasant, hausfrauish woman – plump, plain and persnickety.

After the pleasantries, they went into the sun parlour. A young man brought in a tray of hors d’ouvres and an iced bottle of vodka. He was very handsome, with light blonde hair and a medium build. He was wearing shorts, an athletic shirt and sandals. He had a very pleasing demeanour.

“Kaarita, this is Oleg.” She turned to the young man. “Oleg, this is Dr. Kaarita Maattisen.”

“Very pleased to meet you, doctor.” He turned and looked at Mrs. Halvorsen. She nodded. “Would you like to see my surgery?”

Kaarita was stunned. She turned her head quickly and looked at the doctor’s wife. Mrs. Halvorsen smiled. “Yes, dear, please show us your surgery.”

Oleg stood directly in front of Kaarita and quickly whisked down his shorts. Kaarita was caught with her mouth open. She stared at Oleg’s smiling face, then let her eyes slowly pan down his body; and he had a nice compact, muscular body she thought. She then found herself looking straight ahead and directly at his fully displayed crotch.

He was completely smooth. There was a rather small vertical scar – and that was all. There was nothing else except a very small tattoo of a cherub to the left of the scar. Not a hair, not any indication that he had once been a man. He had paid the ultimate price in their society; he had been punished for the commitment of some horrendous crime. Here, right in front of her, was a completely nullified young man willingly showing off his mutilated body. And, to her astonishment, he seemed rather proud of it.

“Please show Dr. Maatisen the transdermal hormone implant, Oleg.”

Oleg turned sideways and moved closer. Kaarita saw the tops of Oleg’s hairless legs. His thighs were also hairless and seemed to be nicely muscled. She moved her head forward to view the site of the hormone dispensing implant. She also had a very close look at his vacant crotch.

“Would you like to feel it?” he asked.

Kaarita nearly dropped her drink. She quickly looked at the young man. He was smiling and she had a panic stricken expression on her face.

“Maybe later, Oleg,” Mrs. Halvorsen said, reading Kaarita’s reaction perfectly. “Let the young doctor become accustomed to our household first.”

“Yes, m’am. I am sorry,” Oleg responded while blushing beautifully.

As she thanked Oleg and moved back into her seat, Kaarita again let herself survey his entire body. She had to admit that he was a very attractive young man.

“Thank you, dear,” Mrs. Halvorsen said. With that, Oleg pulled up the shorts and continued serving the food and beverages. Kaarita noticed that the lower area of Oleg’s legs had a light dusting of hair, but one had to look quite carefully to see them.

“I’m sure you are a little stunned, are you not, doctor?” The voice belonged to Dr. Halvorsen and he sounded so fatherly and kind. “He was a most vicious child molester and murderer – young boys to be specific - before his surgery and subsequent transformation. Now he is a domestic servant and very well behaved – exemplary, I would say. We are happy with him, are we not my love?”

Mrs. Halvorsen nodded. “Very happy. He works so very well with the others on the staff. This surgery is like life being renewed for these men. We were so happy when we finally had a chance to take the first one into our home.”

The dinner part of the evening was very nice, with the food outstanding. It had been prepared by the Halvorsen’s other nullified man Gunnar. He was also a very handsome young man, taller than Oleg and beefier. He did not display his cut genitals and was not asked to do so when they had been introduced.

After dinner, they retired to the library for coffee and were joined by the Halvorsen’s youngest daughter, Johanna. She had just returned form an evening class the night at the local university. She was a very pleasant young woman, whom Kaarita thought was probably in her late teens or very early twenties.

When the elder Halvorsens retired upstairs to watch television, Johanna quickly closed the door to the room.

“Are you thinking of taking in a nul?” Kaarita looked bewildered. “You know, one of those sansgen guys…no cock, no nuts, no nothin’.”

“Uh, yes. Your dad asked me the other day. It was the first time I had ever heard about that particular program.”

“Do it! Don’t even think about it any more…just do it! They’re great t’ have round.”

“I can tell. The food was wonderful and the house looks great and…”

Johanna waved her hand. “Fuck the cookin’ and the cleanin’. ‘At’s bullshit. Sex! I’m talkin’ ‘bout sex!”

“Sex?” Kaarita was stunned. “But…but they are sexless. Are they not?”

“That’s wha’ they wan’ ya t’ think! Ey’re anythin’ but sexless. Ey got aplent left!”

Kaarita sat down. She was having trouble assimilating this latest information about these surgically altered men – these so-called sexless males – these sansgens, as Johanna called them.

“Wassa mat?” Johanna asked. “Don’t believe?”

Kaarita nodded. “I cannot understand…really I cannot.”

“Well, lemme ‘splain. Ey still got bods…mos’ of ‘em got real great bods too…they still got mouths…ey kin get dildos and strapins. Now d’ ya understan’?”

“Strapins?”

“Yah! C’mon! Cocks y’strap on. And their mouths are jess fably! I mean, when Oleg gets his yaw an’where near my puss I come. I mean I fuckin’ come! His yaw’s got a real talent…not to mention his tong. And Gunnar? Shit! The man’s a fuckin’ animal! Havin ‘im rub that bod all over me is my idee of heavn…absolute heavn!” She lowered her voice to almost conspiratorial tones. “Ya see, he got this phony leg he wears mossada time? And dis way cool stump? I tell ya, when he rubs it all over me…fuck! It’s the best, best ever! I think I’m gonna fuckin’ explode!”

Kaarita’s mind was swimming. Great sex with nulls? Great sex? Is it possible?

“Ya don’t believe me. I know. Ya don’t”

“I do believe you. I was just thinking about something.”

“Wha?”

“Well…this man…we just operated on…the one your dad has offered to me…you know, for me to take into my house…well, he…he has only one arm?”

“One arm? Shit! At’s fuckin’ great! At’s totecoo! He gotta stump?”

Kaarita nodded. “He has a short below the elbow stump.”

“Fabbo! At’s way cool! He’ll do magic wit’ it! Fuckin’ magic!”

“I think I am already in love with it.” Johanna laughed.

Kaarita just sat and stared straight ahead. How? How can these men perform without organs or anything resembling them? How is it possible?

“Ya wonderin’ ‘bout how ‘ey perform, huh? Well, lets jus’ say ‘ey was all high oversex ‘fore their cuttins and the syntest ‘ey get makes ‘em more ‘n adequate f’ the job at hand…much more. Get my meanin’?”

“I do. I certainly do.”

“And ‘ey keeps mosta their muscles t’ boot! Gunnar has a fabulous chest and great, huge arms. And Oleg gotta real tight, hot bod – top to bottom.” She giggled. “We gotta exercise room down and ‘ey work out every day. I do too! I juss love t’ watch ‘em pumpin’ those rollys and runnin’ on the mill….” She let out a big sigh. “And sometime ‘ey do it starkers. Shit! I get nothin’ done…’ey’re so fuckin’ eyeing!

“And ‘ey love ass fuckin’ and I love it too. And it sooooo cool! And Gunnar’s stump…juss increds. Lemme tell ya wha’ he does. I get in a doggy posit, wit’ my ass up inda air. Den he lay nex’ t’ me on his back. Den he raise up his stump and start rubbin’ it all over me…m’ sides…and m’ hangin’ tits and stomach and then m’ puss. Fuckin’ Christ! And the end of his stumpy is quite scarred up and the roughness of it is marv. And he take his fuckin’ time too. Shit! It’s gotta be the best…best…really best feelin’ ever. Ever!

“And their bods – jees, they’re wonderful! Almost totally hairless – just a few hairs under the arms sometimes – but most of ‘em shave it - and maybe some on the lower legs. A couple I meet got some resids in the crotch but not much. And that’s it! That’s so fuckin’ excitin’! And so hot, hot hot! Ya can’t believe it. Total bod to bod contact wit’ nothin’ t’ get in the way.

“And then I play wit’ ‘em too. ‘Ey can get a sorta gazm…and it’s increds t’ see. I mean wit’ nothin’ hangin’ on the outside its all on the in. I lick all over their bods – they love it in the armpits and sometimes the feet. And the crotch – ‘ey love it in the crotch! Rub ya tong on da scar – ‘ey go fuckin’ crazed. ‘Ey say they can still feel somethin’ when I play wit’ ‘em there. ‘Ey jus’ love it! Love, love, love it! And I love it too. Soooooo much!

“Oh! Oh! Oh!” Johanna squealed. “And ‘ey can come like little boys. Ya know. ‘Ey can come again and again and again. It’s so fabs…absolutely fab. Ya can have fun wit’ ‘em all night. ‘Ey never get tired! ‘Ey make these loud high pitch sounds and so much noise…it’s fuckin’ great! Over and over and over ‘gain.”

Kaarita saw how Johanna seemed to be getting aroused speaking of her sexual encounters with these men. Was it true or was she heaping on the bullshit? Was she being conned? Was it something set up by Dr. Halvorsen so that she would take Luigi? She honestly did not know for sure.

“Ya know, my folks worry that I’m fucking all kindsa guys at school.” She giggled again. “If ‘ey only knew. I’m still a virg…and don’t wanna change! Not wit’ wha’ we got goin’ right here inna house t’ keep me happy!”

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Kaarita had even more trouble falling asleep when she got into bed after returning from the Halvorsen’s home than she had on previous nights. Visions of Luigi, with his fabulous body…those strong legs…that manly chest…and his truly exciting arm stump…were floating before her. Johanna’s detailed descriptions of her various bouts of sex with these nullmen were exciting her to a tremendous degree. She began to rub herself…slowly at first, then more and more rapidly…as she thought of having Luigi with her and being able to play with his superbly enticing body. She was getting very hot and incredibly stimulated as she pictured that man and all his wonderful physical attributes.

But the more she thought about it, the less the excitement became and the more the reality began to set it. All those physical qualities that she adored so much would disappear – except for his so sexy arm stump, of course. His fabulous muscular development, his incredible sex drive, his phenomenal good looks – they would all disappear. Would they not? He would become flabby, his voice would become high, his arms and legs would loose their definition, as would his chest, and he would eventually possess no sexual allure for her.

Her mind was racing…and somewhat disoriented as she felt sleep approaching. But…but…Gunnar and Oleg…they still looked great. Did they not? They really did. They looked quite masculine…and rather sleek…and muscular. Maybe there is something they do for them…to help them keep the semblance of normalcy. And Johanna said it is so much fun having sex with them. Did she not say that? Maybe…maybe…

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Dr. Maattisen visited her patient, Luigi, that very afternoon. Before going into his room, the nurse in charge of the detention centre hospital came up and spoke with her.

“The patient is in a very bad humour today,” the nurse said in her usual stiff way. “He has not eaten anything and he is crying almost all the time. He has also refused to take his medications.”

“Do you know what is wrong with him.”?

“This is what usually happens on the third or fourth day after the surgery. The reality of the situation hits them – the finality of it all. The facts are now very clear since the dressings are off and they have no clothes to put on.”

“I see. Thank you, nurse. Oh! Would you please give me his medications.”

Kaarita was admitted to Luigi’s room. It was dark; the lights had obviously been set to the lowest level of illumination. She did not see him anywhere. The bed was empty and so was the chair. The bathroom door was open and the light was on.

Suddenly she heard a small sob coming from the corner behind the chair. It was like the sob of a small child. She walked up to the bentwood chair and moved it. Her eyes could barely make out the slim figure of her patient crouched and huddled in the corner. He was completely naked; it was a requirement in this part of the hospital. He had also lost a good deal of weight in the short time since she had first seen him.

When he saw her he began crying at full force. Kaarita walked to the panel and raised the lighting level. She went back to him, kneeling and raising her arm to wipe away his tears. He pushed his cheek into her hand as she gently stroked his very wet, unshaved face.

“What is the matter, Luigi?” He was silent and only shook his head. “You can speak to me, sweetie. You know that. Tell me what is the matter. You can tell me anything. Okay?”

He looked at her, his eyes continuing to stream, his voice all choked, his face all red. “I see me today.”

Kaarita was confused. “Okay. You see you. But I do not understand. What is wrong?”

“I see me in a mirror today. All of me. For the first time. I see me without my…my sex parts…my cock and balls and scrotum. They is all gone. It is so horrible. I am so horrible to look at.” He began to cry louder and harder and she had difficulty understanding him. “What am I going to do? I have no cock! I have no balls! How can I be with a woman? What am I going to do? Who will want to know me?”

Kaarita sat on the floor and wrapped her arms around the man. She hugged him tightly to her body. He hugged her back, holding her strongly with his good arm and arm stump. He continued to cry on her shoulder while pressing her closer and closer to his body.

They sat there on the floor for a good ten minutes. Finally, Luigi’s crying lessened and she coaxed him to stand up and to get back into the bed and lie down.

“There is no need to cry like this, Luigi. You have known for quite some time what was going to happen to you – what kind of surgery was going to be performed. You knew that they – that is, we - were going to remove your penis and testes and all other parts of your sexual organs. Did you not?”

He nodded slightly. “Si. Si. But…but it is like…like a dream. I never think that it will happen…that it will be real.”

“It is real…unfortunately, it is all very real. You no longer have your sexual organs – they have been completely removed. Your penis, scrotum, testes, along with all of the internal apparatus are gone. They have been surgically removed. You are a nullified man. A sansgen, as a friend of mine says. I do not want to sound harsh or uncaring but that is the truth of the situation and nothing can change you back to the way you were.”

Luigi started to scream loudly and thrash almost uncontrollably around the bed. His screaming increased as he grabbed at his smooth groin and began to tear the flesh. The doctor feared he could do damage to the incision.

Kaarita yelled at him so that she would get through. “If you do not stop this screaming soon I will be forced to strap you down to the bed again. Do you want me to do that?” She raised her voice even more. “Do you?”

He shook his head and slowly began to quiet down. However, he continued to sob intermittently. Kaarita knew what would calm him down completely, but had to decide if she wanted to get herself aroused by touching him – by touching his arm stump. She finally decided that she wanted – and needed – to touch his body, and this part of his body in particular.

She reached out and began to lightly rub his severed arm. She knew that he liked this soothing attention very much; she also knew that she loved doing it to him – for the wonderful feeling he received and the tremendous rush that sprang from the deepest recesses of her libido.

“Oh, dottore! That feel so…so wonderful. You maybe like my arm stumpy?”

Kaarita continued to manipulate the soft flesh and the warm skin. She gave Luigi a warm and wide smile. “I love your arm ‘stumpy’, Luigi. I think it is beautiful…just like the rest of you…absolutely beautiful.”

She was trying to decide when to ask him the question…the question about living with her - the question concerning their possible future together. She knew it would be a difficult subject to broach, but it was necessary to discuss.

Luigi’s face took on a rather dark aspect. He seemed to be becoming agitated…and Kaartita felt his arm stump trembling beneath her touch. “How can I be beautiful?” He was speaking softly but gradually raised the volume of his voice – along with the intensity of his speech. “I not a man anymore. I am a ‘IT’…a thing…un eunuco.” With this, he began to sob again, forgetting how Kaarita was rubbing his stump and was gradually moving her hand to his upper arm to manipulate the muscles there.

Luigi, however, continued to cry and became more and more agitated. Kaarita reached for the wide strap that went around his waist and used to secure him to the bed. “No! No! Per favore, no!” Luigi sobbed. “Do not tie me. Do not strap me down!” He began to scream and kick his legs.

“Only if you calm down. I will not strap you down if you behave yourself!”

“Si. I will. Yes, I will!” But as much as he tried, Luigi became more disturbed, and began to flail his arms and twist his body almost uncontrollably. He seemed to be losing power over his own body and emotions.

“Okay,” Kaarita said, “that is enough! I will take no more of this crap from you!” She stood up quickly and looked down on him. “Do you hear me? I will not put up with this kind of nonsense from you any more.” She handed him a plastic cup. “Now, please take this medication. Please take it now!” she said with maximum emphasis.

Luigi took the cup, looked at the pill contained therein and through them across the room. Kaarita was stunned and very upset at his actions. There was no way she would or could tell him now about the tentative plan to have him come to live with her. Not today…and maybe not ever.

“Get out of bed and pick up those pills!” Luigi did not move, but continued to stare at her defiantly. “I said get out of this bed and get those pills.” Nothing was forthcoming from Luigi except insolence and looks that were even more sullen. Kaarita pulled back, stood up and spoke plain and direct to the now sobbing man. “Sit up, Luigi.” She said this so forcefully that his eyes widened but still he did not obey her command.

“No!” he screamed.

“Fine! Then I will need assistance.” She began to reach for the communication device attached to the belt of her uniform. SMACK!

It was like everything was happening in slow motion. She saw Luigi raise his right arm and ball his fist. Suddenly she felt it hit the side of her head. His left arm stump swung and punched her foursquare in the stomach. She toppled to the floor, doubled over in pain. She struggled to her hands and knees and tried crawling away from the bed but Luigi was on top of her in a second and pummeling her body. He began kicking her, knocking the communication device off of her belt.

Luigi was screaming something but Kaarita could not understand him. He was totally out of control. Over and over again he punched, kicked and kneed her now prostrate body.

Two muscular attendants were suddenly in the room. When Luigi saw them enter, he tried to protect himself by scampering back into the bed and cowering against the headboard and the corner wall. He was breathing very deeply and erratically, and was beginning to sweat profusely.

The attendants rushed to help Dr. Maattisen. They lifted her into the chair and one produced a capsule of stimulant that was held under her nose.

She revived relatively quickly and stood up, although she was rather unstable on her feet.. “Get him to pick up those pills, make him take them and then strap him down real tight.” With that said, Dr. Maattisen move toward the open door. “And give him a very strong sleep inducer.

Luigi saw her about to leave and screamed out. “No! No! Pleeeeease dottore! Do not leave me…do not go!”

Kaarita turned to the man. Her nose was bleeding and one eye was partially shut. “Goodbye, Mr. A07402.” She walked from the room, slamming the door as she left.

The two attendants, dressed in black hospital uniforms, came over and stood on either side of the bed. “Let’s go amigo. Ya heard the doc. Pick up ‘em pills.” Luigi did not move. “Did ya hear me? I said pick ‘em up! NOW!” Still no movement.

WHACK! A blow from an attendant’s baton smashed into Luigi’s ribs. “Pick…them…UP!” WHACK! WHACK! “You don’t listen too good, do ya amigo? Ya don’t do what the doc tells ya. Do ya? Or what we tell ya?” WHACK! WHACK! More blows rained down on him, one hitting him in his now pathetically empty crotch. “Well, that’s why we’re here - we’re here t’ see ya behave yaself – and t’ do what ya told.”

“And ‘cause ya fucked wit’ the best doctor in the whole place,” asserted the other. “She’s the nicest and kindest person ya’ll ever meet in ya entire fucked up life, ya guinea scumbag. And ya hit her. HIT her!”

Both attendants raised their baton, and when the patient still did not move, began to brutally beat him again. WHACK! More blows from the wooden batons were assaulting the now screaming and cringing patient. WHACK! WHACK!

“Well?” Both had stopped and were glaring at him. “Ya gonna pick up ‘em pills.” Luigi nodded. “Good. Now get ‘em!” Luigi tried to straighten his body and sit up from the curled position he was in, but the pain was incredibly severe. “I said get ‘em!” one attendant shouted.

“I hurt,” Luigi managed to pant out. “I hurt a lot!”

“We don’t care a fuck! Just get ‘em pills. Crawl if ya haveta!”

Luigi rolled over onto his stomach and then positioned himself at the edge of the bed so that he could lower himself onto the floor knees first. His body hurt something awful. He was sure he had a couple of broken bones. His limbs would not function as they were supposed to and he felt the grinding of bone against bone – the same grinding sensation he had when he destroyed his left arm on that motor bike. He felt a huge wave of nausea sweep over him and he thought he would vomit.

But the nausea slowly subsided and he breathed deeply while continuing to sweat heavily. He stayed on his knees clinging to the mattress trying to get his bearings and the strength required to manoeuver across the room to fetch the scattered pills. He looked up at the glaring faces of the two attendants.

“Don’t hit me no more. Please,” he begged, tears and sweat streaming down his face.

“We won’t. But only if ya stop carrying on like ya’ve been, ya big fuckin’ baby. And get ‘em pills and take ‘em.”

Luigi nodded. “Si…si. I get pills…and take ‘em. You see. I get ‘em. I take ‘em.” He began to slowly crawl over to the corner where he had thrown the medication. His progress was very slow because of the tremendous, searing pain he was experiencing. He used both arms to help him in his effort but his short left arm did not help very much. Whenever he placed his left arm stump on the floor he could not keep his balance and he rolled over into a position on his side.

The attendants were getting impatient with Luigi’s slow progress. One of them began to slowly rap his baton on the metal bed frame. “Let’s get goin’ dere amigo. We’ll be late for our break. C’mon!”

Luigi continued to crawl. “I hurt bad…real bad,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady despite the tremendous pain and weakness he was experiencing.

“Look at dis one-arm nullo, will ya? Shit! What a pathetic sight! He got only one pathetic arm and now he got nothing between his legs. How long ya think he gonna last on ‘em rigs?” Both broke up with laughter. “Have ya found ‘em yet, amigo?” The attendants were getting very impatient with Luigi’s terribly slow advance and one of them smacked his ass real hard with the baton.

“I see ‘em,” Luigi responded. And he had. All three were in a corner under a small wooden table. He reached for the pills and grasped them, one at a time. “I got ‘em,” he said with a note of triumph in his voice. “I got ‘em all!” he repeated as he sat back onto his butt and turned to look at the attendants.

The two were standing directly over him. From his position on the floor, they appeared to Luigi to be incredibly huge, towering figures and over powering in their strength. “Great!” one said. “Let me see!” Luigi opened his hand and showed the pills. “Okay! Back in bed now!” he barked at Luigi as he bent over him. The man in black lifted the patient by placing his two massive hands into the patient’s armpit. “Back ya go!” and carried Luigi back to the bed and unceremoniously dumped him onto it.

The second attendant removed the blanket from the bed and held it in her arms while the first man brought over a cup of water. “Take ‘em!” he told Luigi. Luigi put the pills in his mouth and drank from the cup offered to him. He settled down onto the bed.

“I’m cold,” Luigi whined.

“Ya better get used to it. It’s fuckin’ cold out dere on dose rigs! Nullboy!” With those words ringing in his ears, Luigi could feel the woman beginning to rub and lightly squeeze the flesh of his empty crotch. He tried to curl himself into a foetal position but thought better of it. He knew they would begin to beat him again if he dared to move. “Feel good? I hope so, ‘cause ‘at’s all ya’ll be gettin’ from now on, nullboy. No cock, no ball, no nothin’! All ya equipment’s gone – gone forever. Ya nullguys’ll be playin’ wit’ each other like fuckin’ crazy and dis is how it’s gonna feel. Like it?”

Luigi wanted to vomit. The attendants laughed heartily at his discomfiture as they proceeded to strap him to the bed, making sure the belts and harness were all very well secured.

The female attendant pulled a small round packet from her uniform. She pealed back the coverings and attached the sticky black patch onto Luigi’s thigh.

“Have a good day, nullboy.” Both attendants laughed again. “Oh, and one more thin’. We got somethin for ya.” One went to the closet and removed an item from the top shelf and held it in front of Luigi. “Here dey is, jus’ in case ya was wonderin’. I’m jus’ gonna set ‘em on dis here table here so ya can see ‘em whenever ya want.”

The attendants left but not before both of them had given his crotch one last, powerful squeeze. One of them also fingered his smooth shaven asshole.

The lights in the room were still on. Luigi turned his head to look at the glass container – a container holding his severed penis, scrotum and testes. They looked rather smaller than he remembered – smaller than when they were attached to his body. His hand involuntarily tried to reach his now void crotch, but he could not move any part of his body.

He continued staring at his removed sex organs. He felt himself slipping into a state of sleep – and he did not want to sleep.

His beautiful sex organs were now floating in some clear fluid in that container resting on a shelf directly over his bed. Those glorious objects that were the center of his life – those pieces of flesh that were his undoing – those despised and yet so magnificent parts of him, now severed from his body, were on display for him to see. The sight would be etched into his brain forever more.

Luigi tried desperately to scratch his face – or his crotch. He was becoming sleepier and it was difficult to keep his eyes opened.

He needed to inflict pain…pain to appease his aching mind…pain to relieve the emptiness he felt…the emptiness of his crotch and also…also the emptiness of losing the one person who was nice and kind to him. The doctor…the beautiful lady doctor…who had tried to help him…who had been so gentle and kind…who had given him the last sex…the last sex…he would ever have….

Luigi let loose a series of ungodly shrieks and howls that were heard throughout that wing of the hospital.

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“Welcome to the Hospital Centre Number 4 of the Greater Southern Area, Dr. Maattisen. We are so very pleased to have you joining our staff as Director of Male Anatomical Medicine.”

The staff in the conference room applauded. Kaarita Maattisen blushed slightly, smiled and lowered her head.

“Dr. Maattisen joins us from the Toorangheim State Hospital for the Far Northlands Region and we are very please to have her here with us. When Kaarita called me yesterday saying that she would accept the position, I was delighted…totally delighted. I didn’t know however that she would be here the following day.” The people laughed. “But I know she was pretty anxious to leave behind those terrible winters in the Northlands and join us here for a touch of better weather in a much warmer and more hospitable climate.”

Kaarita Maattisen sat quietly as the hospital administrator went on and on with his welcoming remarks. She was very happy to leave everything behind in that frozen northern land. Leaving behind everything…including a certain male patient.

“Oh, Anton! It could have been so nice,” she thought. “If only I had more courage…and you had more brains and self-control.”

Anton. Anton the nullman. Anton the eunuch. Anton…now with his new name and identification…now doomed to become a statistic on a wind swept oil rig…and oil rig endlessly pumping out its high quality fluids. What can a one-armed man do on an oil rig? And how long will he last?

A shiver ran down her spine. She shuddered to the depths of her inner core, but all the while maintained the smile on her face as the administrator continued to speak.

The End

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