[GAY] [TESTICLES] [NULLIFICATION] [MINOR]

This story takes place in 2425, 400 years after the Great War of 2025. New societies have emerged from the Great War; one is very technologically advanced while others have returned to the Middle Ages. Alexander is from the technologically advanced society and a very wealthy young man, having inherited a huge fortune when his father died. At 20 years of age, he decides to make the trip to the capital’s slave market to buy himself a boy-toy. Someone he could have sex with but someone he could also love. At the slave market he finds all he was looking for, and much more than that. Not only does he find love, but he also finds his own destiny.

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The good doctor has a solution…

I took a deep breath and told the good doctor everything. I told him about Jason and about how much I was in love with him. I told him about Jason’s limits and also that I was a total bottom. I didn’t hide anything from him. To conclude my little “exposé”, I said: “So you know everything now. Is there something you could do for me? A procedure of some sort you could perform on me that would solve my problem?”

He remained silent for a moment then said: “Um… just to make sure I understand what you just said, let me summarize. And correct me if I’m wrong on something. You’re a total bottom; you like to get fucked but you don’t like to fuck; you rarely get a hardon and you wouldn’t miss your dick if it was cut off from you; you don’t mind about your balls and your scrotum being removed but you would like to keep at least one, so you would continue to produce testosterone; you love to ejaculate even though you don’t get hard and you don’t need a hardon to ejaculate; you love your slave Jason and you would want him to fuck you but your slave won’t do that as long as you have your balls and your dick; you don’t want to be nullified, but you want to look like if you had been. Is there something else? Did I forget something?”

I laughed and answered: “Nope. You got everything. I’m pretty fucked up, huh?”

He smiled… then said: “No. I don’t think you are. Quite the contrary. What surprises me is that you’re ready to do something rather drastic just for the love of your slave Jason. This guy must be really special. I remember him and it’s true that he’s a good-looking guy. But you must see a lot more than that in him if you’re ready to do what I think you want to do. And…well, I may be able to do something for you”

“YES?”, I shouted, in total surprise…

“Yes. But then, you would have to stay here at the clinic for at least a month, so I can check on you while you’re recuperating. Could you stay away from your Island for that long?”

“Yeah. Sure. But what do you have in mind?” I asked, all excited…

He grinned and said: “Well, here’s what I have in mind”…

Then he started to explain to me that he could create a vagina out of my scrotum and dick. He would remove one of my balls but would keep the other one and return it to the inguinal canal so I would still be able to produce sperm as well as testosterone.

“A shemale”, I exclaimed in total disgust. “You want to transform me into a shemale. What you’re suggesting is a sex change, isn’t it?”

The good doctor laughed and said: “No. Not at all. No, the procedure I’m suggesting to you wouldn’t really be a Sex reassignment Surgery as you would retain use of one ball. And as you know, one ball is all you need. You would continue to produce testosterone, and you would never look like a woman. You would be a male, that’s for sure. But with a vagina. In other words, you would still looked very much like a man but you would have very feminine looking genitals. It’s a rather long procedure but in fact it is a simple one. In order to make the lips or labia of your new vagina, I would make a vertical cut completely through your scrotum. Once your sack is neatly divided, I would totally remove one of your balls and manipulate the other one back up the inguinal canal through which it had descended and then I would suture it into position in your abdomen, just like I did for your slave Jason. I would also use the very sensitive skin from your penis to construct your new vagina. Since you have a pretty big dick and nice big balls, I figure that after the operation you would possess a vagina with the remarkable length of about 12 to 13 inches. I would also keep the most sensitive tissues you have on your penis to create a clitoris that you would be proud of. In fact, it would be more like a penile stump, but very very sensitive. It would be located at the anterior part of your vulva, just like a real clit except that it would be protruding a good two inches when erected. Of course… , I would need to create enough space inside your abdomen to accommodate your new vagina, and that’s why I would want you to stay here at the clinic for at least four weeks, so I could check on you all the time, to make sure you’re healing well…”

“…But then, after the procedure, what would I be? I wouldn’t be a nullo?”, I asked. The doctor shook his head “no”. ”I wouldn’t be a woman or a shemale as I would still be able to produce sperm?”.

“That’s right “, the doctor answered, smiling…

“So what would I be?”

The doctor laughed and said: “Well… I guess the procedure I suggest would make you a hermaphrodite. The perfect combination of both a man and of a woman. After the procedure, you would have male and female organs that would be fully functioning except that you wouldn’t be capable of self-fertilization. This is a total myth, though a very persistent one. Oh and don’t worry: that wouldn’t make you a monster. Not at all. You see, given the development of the male and female sexual organs from the same primitive gonad in the embryo and the possibility of errors occurring, various forms of hermaphroditism do exist. It is rare, but it does happen. It’s a little complicated but lets just say that there are many stages of development at which intersexuality can occur, from the chromosomal to the behavioral, but a hermaphrodite is usually taken to be an individual who has physically present both male and female gonad organs and sexual characteristics, rather than someone, who, though to all intents and purposes of one sex, is chromosomally of the other. That also happens but that’s not what we are talking about here. After your procedure, you would really be a hermaphrodite. Like I explained, you would still have your prostate and one ball and so you would continue to produce sperm and testosterone. But you would also have a real vagina and a real clitoris, just like a woman. Of course, I would have to reroute your urethra inside your new vagina and so yes, certain aspects of your life would be different, like from then on you would have to sit down on the toilet to urinate”

“I don’t mind having to do that at all. I would have no problem to adjust to that…”, I answered…

“Oh… and I would also enlarge your bulbourethral glands and your glands of Littre so you can produce even more Cowper’s fluid and direct that extra fluid into your new vagina…”

“… I have no idea of what you’re talking about doctor”, I answered…

He smiled and said “what I mean is that I would enlarge the glands that produce your precum so your now abundant precum would keep your new vagina well lubricated. Your partner would feel your juices flowing all around him and I’m pretty sure he would love the feeling”, he added, laughing. “I could also redirect some of that fluid into your rectum, so from then on it would naturally lubricate during arousal, masturbation, foreplay and so on. You see, your rectum doesn’t lube naturally and your anal sphincter has trouble with penetration. Redirecting some of your precum to flow into your rectum would solve that problem once and for all. I can also inject you with a special synthetic hormone that would make your rectum even more sensitive to penetration. How would you like that?”

“Are you Santa Claus or what?”, I asked, laughing…

“No. I’m just a doctor. But I a very good one, I dare to say”, he answered, laughing. Then he added: “Of course, after the procedure is done, you would also ejaculate inside your new vagina, which would make it very warm and very slippery. Nothing would spurt out of you when you would cum. Instead you would feel your warm juices coating your partner’s member inside you. Again… I think your partner would love the feeling. Furthermore, once the healing is over, I can guarantee you that the procedure will leave you with no scar at all to indicate what has been done. As you know, I use surgical glue to bind the outer layer to skin together and so the scaring is minimized to the greatest degree. “

To tell the truth, I was a bit mystified. “What about this special synthetic hormone you talked about? Is it dangerous?” I asked…

“Oh no. Not at all. And the beauty of it is that it is permanent. This synthetic hormone would greatly enhance the erotic sensation of your rectum. But not only of your rectum. Of your new vagina as well. In fact, you would be multi orgasmic.”

“All that… and I would still be a man?”, I asked…

“Uh-huh”, he answered, nodding. ”A true hermaphrodite, that’s what you would be. A man, since you would still have your prostate, a ball that would keep producing sperm as well as testosterone, but woman, as instead of having balls and a dick, in their place you would have a pubic mound. And a version of a woman’s crotch with well fashioned and nice lips, and a big clit. And I can guarantee you that you would love being fucked by your slave and he would experience something no woman could give him. I think it would be the best solution to your little problem! You and your slave Jason would have the best of both worlds, “ he finally said, laughing hard…

“… That’s what I want doctor. Lets do it. When can you perform the procedure on me?”

“Maybe you would like to have some time to think about the whole procedure… cause once it’s done, you must understand that it is irreversible…”

I smiled and answered: “I know what I want doctor. Don’t worry about that. I’ve made up my mind and that’s what I want for me. I’ll sign all the papers and all the discharges you want. Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing. So tell me, when can you do it?”

“Would tomorrow be too soon for you? I would want you to hospitalize you here at my private clinic. If you could be here by 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning, we would take the day to run some tests on you that need to be run. And if the results come back negative, well… I guess I could perform the procedure on you the day after tomorrow. What do you say?”

I burst out laughing and said: “I’ll be here at 9:00 a.m. tomorrow morning. Count on me…”

From the doctor’s office, my driver took me back to my hotel. I had a lot of things to do and a few things to take care of before I could be hospitalized at the doctor’s private clinic. But most importantly, I had made my mind. The procedure the doctor had suggested would solve all my problems, and I knew it. Of course, I didn’t know how Jason would react. I had no guarantee he would want to have sex with me even though I would no longer be a man. In fact, it all depended on what definition he would give to that word. Sure, I would no longer have balls and a dick and instead I would have a new vagina. But I would still be able to produce sperm and maybe that would be enough to turn him off. I just didn’t know. But I was ready to take my chance. What did I have to lose? As it was, I didn’t really have Jason for me. And I wanted him more than anything else in this world. I was ready to do anything to have him all to myself. Also, I didn’t need my dick as I wasn’t really using it except to pee and as for my balls I didn’t mind losing them. Anyway, I would still have one ball and I would keep on producing sperm and testosterone and so I wouldn’t be turned into a girl. I was proud of my fit body and I didn’t want that to change. No way. A hermaphrodite, I started to think. Not a man but not a woman. Or rather, a man AND a woman at the same time. I laughed to myself thinking about that. How would Jason react to the fact that I would be a hermaphrodite? Again I laughed, cause I thought that most probably, Jason had never heard about the term. Well… he would have to learn. And anyway, should he decide he couldn’t have sex with a hermaphrodite, it wouldn’t be worst than it was now, cause we were not really having sex together the way things were right now. The little sex we had was limited and it only took place when Squirt was with us. Yes really, I had nothing to lose. Nothing. I had made up my mind and there was no turning back. I knew it.

That evening, I talked to my plantation manager to tell him that I would be away for a month and that I was counting on him to run things smoothly on the Island. I also asked him to keep an eye on Jason and Squirt, to make sure they were alright while I was away. I trusted him and so I wasn’t worried about that.

I also talked to Jason and Squirt. I told them I was going on a secret assignment for the Senate, and that during that assignment I wouldn’t be able to communicate with them. I told them everything would be safe for me and that I wouldn’t be in any danger. I didn’t want them to worry about me. I concluded our talk by saying I was really sorry that I would have to stay away from the Island for so long but that I didn’t have a choice and that this special assignment was something that I couldn’t avoid. They understood…

I settled all the other things I had to and the morning after, at 9:00 a.m. I was at the clinic. Peter, the doctor’s assistant was there, waiting for me.

“Welcome Senator. I’m so glad to see you again. How is Jason doing?”, he asked, with a big smile on his face…

I remembered that when Jason had been here at the clinic for his procedure, Peter had been very friendly with us and with Jason in particular. Obviously, he had found Jason to his taste and had done nothing to hide the fact that he was gay and that Jason was his type of a guy.

“Jason is doing just fine, thank you”, I answered. “And if you care to know… he’s even more good-looking than he was when you last saw him”, I added, laughing hard…

“The doctor told me about the procedure he’s about to perform on you and why you’re doing it. I think it’s great Senator. Obviously you’re very much in love with Jason and I totally get why”, he said…

“Thanks Peter”, I answered. “Hey… the doctor told me you’re almost done with medical school? So pretty soon you’re also going to be a doctor?”, I asked…

He smiled and said: “Yes. In just three months I’ll be a doctor, if all goes well. And I’m glad I’ll be over with the studies. I just can’t wait to start making some money…”

“I understand. What are your plans? Do you intend to open a clinic or what?”

“I don’t know yet. You see… I’m an Island guy. And like they say “you can take a guy out of his Island, but you can’t take the Island out of a guy”, he said, laughing. “I did my time here in the capital but now I’m fed up with it. But then, I have to earn a living. And for the last year I’ve been supporting my two little cousins that I have here with me in the capital so I guess I’ll have to make some compromises. Maybe I’ll have to find a job here in the capital, maybe at a hospital or something like that, just to make enough money to support the three of us. Once I have a job I’ll have time to think about the future…”

“How come you have to support your two cousins?”, I asked out of curiosity…

“Oh… that’s a long story Senator. Maybe we’ll have time later so I can tell you about them but for now, we have tests to run on you…”

“Sure”, I answered, smiling…

They ran all their tests… and they all came back negative. I was relieved. Then the doctor came to see me and said: “So I suppose Peter already told you about your test results? They all came back negative and so unless you have changed your mind, we will perform the procedure tomorrow morning…”

I smiled and said: “Don’t worry doctor. I haven’t changed my mind and I’m ready.”

“Good…”

Contrary to what you might think, I slept very well that night. And I did not even jack off. I could have as I knew that after tomorrow, I would no longer have a dick but that idea didn’t bother me at all. The idea of having a last wank just didn’t appeal to me. And I smiled to myself thinking about that cause it only proved to me that I was ready for the procedure…

Very early the morning after I took a shower and when Peter knocked on my door I was ready. He smiled and asked “Ready?”

“Yes”, I answered, smiling. “Can I have a coffee or something like that?”

Peter shook his head “no” and said “Sorry Senator. But a coffee or anything else for that matter is totally out of the question…”

“OK OK… can’t blame a guy for trying”, I answered, laughing…

I followed Peter into the operating room and found the doctor already there, checking on a few things. He had already changed and smiled at me when he saw me walking into the room…

“Have you changed your mind Senator?”, he asked me one more time…

“Nope”, I answered, laughing. “And please doctor, stop asking me cause I won’t change my mind. I made my decision and I’m ready. I’m not having second thoughts. Don’t worry about that…”

“Good. Then please get undressed and lay down on your stomach.”

“It’s a good thing that you shave Senator… so I won’t have to shave you this morning. This will save us time”, Peter said…

“Oh by the way doctor, you explained to me that right after the operation you will keep me sedated while I recuperate so I was wondering, during that period of time, could you have my body hair permanently removed? I would want to keep the hair on my head and my eyebrows, of course, but as for the rest, I would like to have everything removed permanently…”

“But of course”, the doctor answered, smiling. “No problem. We’ll do that while you’re under sedation”…

I undressed and walked to the operating table where I laid down on my stomach, as asked. Next to the operating table lying on a small stainless trolley was a tray of instruments and needles and medicine.

Peter went to scrub and change and when he walked back into the room I smiled at him.

“Ok… we’re about to start”, the doctor said. “Ready”?

“As ready as I will ever be”, I answered…

Then I felt a pin prick in my middle back, followed with a light crunch sound. A very strange sensation of cold followed, spreading its way down my legs. Before I knew it, my body was limp as a rag doll. I heard the doctor ask me “do you feel my hand on your back now?”

“No”, I answered.

“And now… can you feel it?”

“No”.

“Good” he said. “I just gave you a spinal anaesthetic, and something to keep you calm…”

“Fine”, I answered. “Just make sure it doesn’t hurt”.

“Ohhh… it won’t”, the doctor replied, laughing…

From the corner of my eyes I saw Peter walk to the operating table and the doctor said:

“My assistant will help me to turn you over on your back. Nothing to worry about. Are you ready?”

“Yes”, I said. “And don’t worry doctor… I’m not going anywhere”, I added, laughing…

I was turned onto my back, and I was strapped firmly to the table. I saw the assistant bolt into place the lithotomy stirrups…then the doctor and his assistant each took a leg, slipping me into place. “How are we doing?”, the doctor asked, looking over at me.

“Fine. Fine”

“Good”, he answered with a nice, warm smile on his face. A minute later, I saw Peter strap my right arm to a side board and before I knew it, he was hooking up the IVs. Quite frankly, I didn’t feel anything. Then I was painted with Betadine paint.

Even though I didn’t like the smell of it as it had a nauseating smell… I remembered how Jason had look all painted with the stuff. I looked at Peter and asked him: “So, how do I look in orange, huh?”

He laughed and said… “With or without color, you look good Senator”

“Well Peter… just don’t rape me right now, cause I wouldn’t be in a position to defend myself. Although, now that I think of it, I’m not sure I would want to. Have I ever told you that I find you to be very attractive?”, I said, laughing hard…

“Nope. But from what I understand, I have no chance with you since you have Jason…”

“You’re so right my friend. But that doesn’t change the fact that I think you’re a very good-looking guy. And like they say, it’s not because you’re on a diet that you can’t give the menu a look”

I think I saw him turn red in the face under his surgical mask, and it made me smile. But it was true: Peter was indeed a very good-looking guy.

“Do you want to watch the procedure, or do you prefer not to watch?” the good doctor asked me.

“I want to watch”, I answered.

“Fine with me…”, he replied, smiling. At that, the table was tilted so I could see everything that was going on.

I stared at my groin area. I was looking at my flaccid dick and my balls for the last time. It didn’t bother me. I wanted them gone for ever. Or rather “rearranged”.

At that, the doctor looked at me and asked: “Ready?”

“Uh-huh”, I answered…

Seeing I had not changed my mind, the good doctor started working.

There was no pain, only a strong tugging sensation, some pressure occasionally. He took his scalpel to my balls and began to cut very gently down the center of my scrotum. I didn’t feel anything. It was surreal and strange. I thought my balls would soon fall out as the slice got longer and started to open up until both of my big testicles were exposed, but they didn’t. “There” he said… “I’ve cut completely through your scrotum and your sack is now neatly divided. It is time now to take one of your balls away. Are you having second thoughts?”

“No” I answered, laughing. ”Go ahead”

I felt a little tugging sensation and after a few seconds the doctor said: “Well… you only have one ball left now…”

It wasn’t much longer after that when he asked Peter for a tray and deposited the testicle he had just cut off in a stainless receptacle.

I kept watching as he finished exposing my remaining testicle and, ensuring that he had not damage it, he manipulated it back up the inguinal canal through which it had descended, then sutured it into position in my abdomen.

Then he took a pause to examine my empty scrotum and said: “Ah yes…this will give me material to work with”.

Before long he was shredding my scrotum into ribbons.

“It doesn’t bleed much” I remarked.”

“Of course not”, he answered “cautery are stopping the bleeders. I’ll be using them later, to revascularise your new vagina”, he explained. Other vessels were simply sutured.

“Now comes the tricky part” he announced. I only felt a strong tug pulled against my body. Or something like that. I wasn’t sure. “I’m starting to work on your penis now. I’m going to free it up from its ligaments in about a second.” He then began to cut along the sides of my shrunken yet still impressive dick. Down to the root he went on both sides. Then about an inch from my pubic bone he began to cut around the edges. The blood began to flow with intensity but he quickly tied off the arteries and veins.

“You really had a big dick, you know”, the doctor stated…

“Maybe”, I answered… “But I wasn’t using it. So go ahead. Don’t worry; I don’t have any regret”, I answered.

Before long, my penis was gone. Only ribbons of bloody tissues were left, connected to the surrounding pubic area.

“Don’t worry my friend. All the nerves are preserved. This way, you will retain all the sensations of pleasure, and even more…", the doctor said to me, smiling under his mask.

The good doctor started to work farther into my body. He was going deeper into my abdomen than I thought and, seeing the look of confusion on my face, he explained that he needed to create enough space inside my abdomen to accommodate my new vagina.

“Oh yes… that’s just perfect”, he exclaimed… “I’ve created a space that will hold your new vagina just fine. And like you asked, it will be big! I know that your slave Jason has a pretty big dick but don’t worry; your new vagina will accommodate him just fine. You’re going to love it.” I nodded.

Several times he halted the surgery to tie off larger blood vessels or cauterize smaller ones to stop the bleeding.

Continuing with the surgery, the doctor explained that he was now going to reroute the urethra inside my new vagina. Once the urethra was in place he began suturing the underlying tissues together.

“OK Senator. Your urethra is now relocated. You’ll be pissing like a girl from now on. Your urine stream will flow right out of your new vagina, just like a girl. And so will your sperm. Like I explained to you, from now on, when you ejaculate, your semen will burst into your vagina, making it all warm and all slippery. You will love the feeling, and so will your partner.” Again I nodded.

With that, my penis, or what was left of it, was gently pushed back into my body cavity. I couldn’t see very good and I didn’t feel the pain. The doctor attached the sides of my scrotum to the sides of my split dick and he took his time to sutured everything. He took some thread with a curved like needle and began to sew. After what seemed like an hour or more, he said, “I’ll now begin drawing the sides of the wound together.” Again, I nodded.

He drew some folds of my slashed ball sac around the head of my penis, creating my new clitoris. He tacked the hood around the base of the head, using finer sutures to anchor the folds more firmly into place.

“Ohhhh yes… you will be having fun with this baby”, he said, laughing “You’ll have plenty of sensations, believe me. I’ve just created the biggest clitoris you’ve ever seen. What a pretty a thing” he laughed behind his mask. Again I smiled.

He then proceeded to fashion my outer lips into place, using the remaining ribbons of my ball sac. “How would you like them? Big? Small?”, he asked.

“Inviting”, I said, laughing a little…

The doctor laughed and said: “Trust me on this. I know just what you will like”. He then drew up the tissue against my body and used tiny hemostats and clamps to move the sac around. He fiddled and repositioned everything again and again and didn’t stop doing so until he was completely satisfied. Then he started to patiently sew everything, very slowly and very carefully. After a while, he had everything in place and in the end, he used surgical glue, to make sure the healing would progress would be more quick, with less scarring.

“You now have a set of pouty lips down there, my friend. And your partner will love the suction. If my wife could only have such pouty lips down there, I’d be a very happy man”, the good doctor said “But she refuses to let me work on her”, he added, rolling his eyes.

“Well… that’s it, my friend. Your penis is now a nice and very sensitive clitoris nestled in a very good looking packaging” he finally stated. He stepped away then forward to look at his work, and so did his assistant.

“Very nice”, Peter said. “Once again, you’ve outdone yourself, doctor. I’m very impressed. You would never thought that there was surgery involved”, he added. Then he looked at me and said : “Ohhhh, Jason will love it Senator. With all due respect, if I was a straight guy, I would love to make love to you…”

“Thanks Peter. You really think I will look good?”

“Oh yes. No doubt about that. You already look fantastic”, he answered, with a sincere smile on his face. “The doctor did a really good job on you…”

“Yes… I did a real good job here. I’m really proud of it. But then, his Excellency paid me royally to do that job, so I did a royal job.”

“I’m not in a position to judge right now… but I’ll let you know later”, I answered, laughing hard.

“Of course” he answered, laughing. Then he said ”Now, I will inject you with the special hormone I told you about. Don’t worry, you won’t feel anything”.

I don’t know how many injections he made, but he made quite a few… and of course, I didn’t feel anything at all.

After he was done injectming me, he looked at me and said : “Now Peter will bandage you, and make sure no infection develops. And I’ll be checking on you two times a day while you’re sedated. Don’t worry about that. Everything will go fine. And when you finally wake up, you will be all healed. But after that, I strongly suggest that you don’t have sex before another three weeks. That’s very important. I wouldn’t want you to destroy my “chef d’œuvre” just because you have urges…”

“No, of course not; I’ll be patient, don’t worry”, I answered, laughing hard once again.

“You promise?”

“Yes, Yes… don’t worry doctor”, I answered, still laughing.

“Good. Now my assistant is going to inject something into your IV that will make you sleep. Ready?”

“Yes doctor. Oh… and thank you”, I answered…

“My pleasure”, the doctor answered. Those are the last words I heard before I lost it.

When I finally woke up three weeks later… the heavy bandages had already come off. They had been replaced by a maxi-pad and a tight pair of briefs. The good doctor was there… smiling at me “So my friend… how do you feel?”, he asked, with a nice smile on his face.

“Not bad”, I answered. “Not bad at all”. I looked down at my crotch and saw that the pad was filling out the briefs. “Was it all a dream”, I asked, as nothing looked different…

“Oh no…”, the doctor replied, laughing… “You didn’t have a dream my friend. It’s time for you to have a look”.

With that, he removed the pair of briefs and took away the pad. Then, he started to cleaning me up, with a warm terry cloth. Ohhhhh shit! I gasped. The feeling was so great. And the good doctor was only cleaning my resulpted groin. I couldn’t believe the feeling. The nerve endings had healed perfectly and I found that I was even more orgasmic than before. I soon discovered that just by running my hand across my crotch and my new pussy and playing with my outer lips was enough to make me orgasm. WOW.

“Come on, don’t hesitate… touch yourself as much as you want. There’s no danger as long as you don’t exaggerate”, the doctor said, laughing. “Also I want to tell you that while you were sedated, we permenently removed your body hair. Believe me : you’ll never grow hair on your body again. “

I smiled back to him then I started touching my crotch. It tickled at first. It felt so different. But I couldn’t resist the pleasure. My new pussy was really very sensitive. I was starting to experience a new range of pleasures.

“Here” the doctor said, giving me a little bottle full of oil. “Put some oil on your hand, and discover your new pussy. I’m going to leave you alone now, so you can discover your new self by your own…”

“Thanks” I answered, with a big smile on my face. “I appreciate”.

As soon as the doctor had left, I put a lot of oil on my right hand, reached down to run my fingers over the area and I gasped as I started to discover the secrets of my new pussy. Ohhhhh God! The feeling was sooooo good. I just couldn’t believe it. The doctor had done a fantastic job at rearranging my nerve endings.

I spread my legs wider and sat comfortably. Again, I gently rubbed my oiled hand on my pussy, applying just the right amount of pressure and friction. I was in heaven. Then I reached every crevice and I gently tickled my new lips. Ohhh God. It felt so good. Then, I discovered my new clitoris, tickling it with my oily fingers and I felt what can only be described as an electrical jolt. I couldn’t believe the feeling. It was so good. It didn’t take long before precum started to flow into my new vagina, coating it with a sticky goo. I could also feel precum flowing into my rectum.

Before I knew it, I had an oily finger deep inside my vagina. I gasped. Pretty soon, it was joined by a second finger than a third. Then I remembered what the doctor had said: “Don’t exaggerate. Give your vagina time to heal”.

With that in mind, I put one oily finger in my ass. My hole was already very well lubricated from the precum that had been flowing into it and it didn’t take me long to find my prostate and with my oily finger, I began rubbing it. Oh Gooooood! It felt so good. With my other hand, I started to play with my nipples and I felt an electrical charge just as I had felt when I had rubbed my crotch.

For a while, I just sat there… massaging myself gently. The feelings I was experiencing were just awesome. My new clitoris was as hard as it could get. I could feel it quiver. It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Then it all came to me: I needed a dick. A big dick inside my new pussy. That’s what I needed. I wanted, I needed to be fuck right then and there! I started to fantasize that Jason was with me, laying on top of me with his big juicy dick deep inside me. The thought of Jason making love to me was enough to trigger the biggest orgasm I had ever experienced. It flooded through me and I cried out in pure pleasure.

“I’m cumming… I’m cumming” I cried out all to myself. It was pure bliss. I was in a state of complete, and utter happiness. I was in heaven. It was awesome and amazing all at the same time. Before now, I had no idea that it was possible to attain such a high level of pleasure.

I must have cried in pleasure so loud that the good doctor came running into the room, to see what was going on.

“You did a hell of a job doctor”, I exclaimed, out of breath. “A hell of a job”

He looked at me and burst out laughing. “Um… I take it that you had some fun with your new body?”

“Shit doctor, I just can’t wait to have a real big, throbbing dick inside that new pussy of mine”

“Now, now… I told you. No penetration before at least three weeks. You’re not ready for that yet. You hear me?” he said, with a stern voice.

“Yes doctor. I know, I know. And trust me, I will follow your orders to the letter. Don’t worry. I promised you that I would”

“Good”, he answered, with a little smile on his face. “So… how was it?”

I burst out laughing and said: “It was… awesome. That’s all I can say. Awesome”.

“Good. Um… you can take out your fingers our of your vagina now… and… the ones you have in your ass, also”, he said laughing.

“Oh, sorry about that”, I answered.

“No problem. Now, clean yourself. You have cum all over your hand…”, the good doctor finally said while walking out of the room.

Of course I cleaned myself, thinking that as much as I needed a dick up my new pussy… if I was to lose my “virginity”, it would be with Jason, and no one else. I had done this all for him, and I had no regret. My only hope now was that he would find me “attractive”.

The last days at the clinic were spent resting. I started doing some exercises to get back in shape and Peter was always there to help me. I was healing very fast, even faster than the doctor had expected. All redness was gone, and the surgical glue had done a fantastic job of reducing scarring to a minimum. In fact, the redlines from the scars were almost completely gone. I couldn’t help it and I smiled. Peter forced me to rub lots of body lotion on my new pussy, to make my skin as soft as possible. And it worked.

“I wish I were straight Senator”, Peter said one day. “You’re so good-looking… and your new pussy looks sooooo good… I have no doubt that Jason will fall for you in no time”, he said, laughing…

We talked about that and about my fears. Peter was very comforting and very reassuring. I began to really appreciate him. He was a very nice young man and was very sincere. I knew I could trust him.

Of course, during these last few days we also had time to talk about him…

That’s when I learned more about his life and about his two little cousins.

“You see they come from a poor family”, he started explaining to me. “Of course, they are free citizens, just like me, but their family is so poor that my uncle has decided to indenture them. They are the youngest of their family as my uncle and my aunt already have many other children. I guess that at their age, they were not expecting to have other children. And to make things worst, my two cousins are twins. My uncle and my aunt did their best to feed them properly but last year, it became obvious to them that they were no longer capable of giving the twins what they needed. That’s why they decided to indenture them. According to them, there was no other solution. Now, I didn’t want that to happen as I’ve always liked the twins a lot and, as you know, most of the boys that get indentured also get castrated. That’s why I took them with me. I didn’t want them to be castrated. But I’d be lying to you if I didn’t admit that since they have been with me, it’s been a real financial drain on me.”

“Oh God…”, I said… “That’s such a sad story…”

“Oh no, it’s not that bad. As you know I’m about to finish with Med school and I will graduate soon. I will find a job and then I will be able to look after them properly…”

“Yeah, maybe”, I answered “But from what you told me before my operation, you would like to leave the capital and go to live on an island somewhere. How will you be able to do that if you have to care for your two cousins”, I asked…

“I don’t know”, he admitted, looking a bit sad… “But I don’t mind. I want the twins to get a good education and I certainly will not allow them to be indentured. That for sure. So I’ll do what I have to do…”

“I’ve always been against the idea of indenturing free kids”, I said. “Also, I think it should be against the law to have indentured kids castrated. Castration is for slaves, not indentured free citizens…”

“I agree with you. But what can I do? You’re a Senator… you and the other Senators could vote a law to make it illegal to castrate free citizens. I can’t. Anyway, by the time such a law would be passed, it would be too late for the twins if I wasn’t there to support them and pay for all they need…”

“I understand”, I answered.

Then I started to think about what I could do to help Peter and his two cousins…

“Tell me Peter, how old are your two cousins?”

He smiled and answered: “They are thirteen. But they don’t look like thirteen. And that’s part of the problem. They both suffer from hypogonadism…”

“What’s that?”, I asked…

“Well… it’s a bit complicated. But let’s just say that it is a condition in which the production of sex hormones and germ cells are inadequate. You see Senator, gonads are the organs of sexual differentiation –in female, they are ovaries; in the male, the testes. Along with producing eggs and sperm, they produce sex hormones that generate all the differences between men and women. If they produce too little sex hormone, then either the growth of the sexual organs or their function is impaired. Like I said, it is very complicated. With the doctor’s help, I have run many tests on the twins and it appears that the their hormones are inadequate and inadequate hormone stimulation will prevent normal development in them.”

“Um… what do you mean by that?” I asked…

“I’m very much afraid that the decrease in their hormone stimulation will result in failed function and perhaps some shrinkage. That will affect their male genitals. Body hair, fat deposition, bone and muscle growth will be influenced. In other words, they will keep growing a little… but their balls and dicks will not. In fact, they will shrink even more.”

“What you’re saying is that in a way they will be like a nullo?”

“Something like that. Except that they will still have their balls and their dicks. Their balls will shrink to almost nothing, and so will their dicks”

“Oh God. But then… it wouldn’t make a difference if they were castrated, would it?”

“Oh yes it would. You see… even is they only have small dicks, they will still be capable to get hard. OK… they will have what we call micro penises, but at least they will have something to have fun with.”

“But… will they be able to orgasm?”, I ventured to ask…

“Sure. What we don’t know yet is if they will ever be able to produce sperm. Maybe they won’t. But even it they don’t, they will be able to have dry orgasm. In other words, they would be able to reach sexual climax except that it wouldn’t result in ejaculation.”

“Isn’t there something the medical science can do to help them?”

“Not really, I’m afraid. But that doesn’t mean they should be castrated. The little they have, I want them to keep…”

“Of course, of course. I totally agree with you…”, I answered.

For a few minutes the both of us remained silent then I looked up at Peter and said: “Look Peter… I really want you to be happy in life. And I know you won’t be happy if you stay here in the capital. I’m ready to make you an offer. Come to my Island with your two cousins and stay with us for a while, to see if the three of you like it there. We really need a doctor on the Island, and if you like it over there, I could have a clinic built for you with all the equipment you need. I would also pay you a salary that would take into account that on the Island, all your expenses and that of the twins would be paid. I’m sure we could negotiate something. And I don’t know why, but I’m pretty sure you and the twins will like it on the Island…”

“Huh? Are you serious?”, he asked, stunned…

“Very serious”, I answered.

“But… why would you do that?”

“First, because we really need a doctor on the Island. I own over 200 slaves, and it would be nice to have a doctor to take care of all their little problems. Sometimes they get hurt and each time, my plantation manager has to take them to the nearest hospital. And that’s very expensive. So with you on the Island, I would save on all these unnecessary expenses. Also, the twins are almost the same age as Squirt. And I think he’s pretty lonesome on the Island. He has no friend his age… and maybe Squirt and the twins could go along and become good friends…”

“Who’s Squirt?”, Peter asked…

I told him everything about Squirt and after I was finished he smiled. But then he asked: “I understand that on your island everyone goes naked all the time?”

I laughed and said: “Yeah. Do you have a problem with that?”

“No. Not me. But what about the twins. Remember that their balls are so small that it seems like if they were balless… and they have micro penises. Wouldn’t people on the Island make fun of them?”

“Oh no. I can tell you nobody would care about that. First, remember that Squirt is a nullo… and then, all the slaves have been castrated and so their dicks have all shrunk. Also, Squirt is not the only nullo we have on the Island, so…”

“I didn’t think about that. Yeah… I guess that the twins wouldn’t feel uncomfortable being naked all the time under those conditions…”

“Listen Peter… the doctor told me I have to come back to the clinic in about three weeks, so he can examine me and see if I’m all right. This delay gives you three weeks to think about my offer, and to talk it over with your two cousins. And If you decide to come to the Island, then, as soon as you have graduated from Med school, the three of you could come to the Island. You could stay with us for… lets say four months, to see if you and the twins like it. It would be like a vacation. And if after that period you decide to stay with us, then we’ll draw a contract and I’ll have a clinic built. Should you decide to move back to the capital, than it will be OK with me. Your choice. No strings attached…”

Peter now had a big smile on his face. After a few seconds he said: “I like your offer. I’ll talk to the twins, and in three weeks I’ll give you our answer. Fair enough?”

“Fair enough”, I concluded, with a big smile on my face…

Two days later, I was discharged by the doctor and ready to leave the capital.

That’s when I started to get nervous. Real nervous.

What was I going to say to Jason. And to Squirt. How would they react?

That’s what I had in mind when I boarded the ship that was going to take me back to my Island. I didn’t have a crystal ball to tell me of what my future would be made. All I knew was that I was madly in love with Jason, and I hoped that is love for we would be as strong as the one I had for him. Before long, I would get my answer…

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