by Jennie Sweaters

It was 11am on a Friday morning when Vicky, my darling wife strode into my office wearing a short fuck-me red plaid skirt and a two sizes too small white cardigan. Leaving the door open she walked around my desk and perched her tight little ass on the corner and placed one black patent booted foot on the arm of my chair, giving me full view of her naked crotch. “Honey,” she said in a too loud, not to be over heard voice “I know we’ve discussed this endlessly and you still have reservations, but I’ve made an appointment, for you, this afternoon at the castration clinic.” She pressed on obviously not requiring my input for this conversation, “The appointment is for 5:30 so don’t be late. Oh, and ask for Cindy, she’s expecting you and I’ve told her that you’re reluctant to commit to this so she will take care to explain everything to you.” With that, handing me a card for the clinic, she jumped up and headed for the door but stopped on the threshold. “Oh yeah, Cindy has some other suggestions for you as well, so be sure to ask her about them. And just like that, flashing a big smile and blowing me a kiss she was gone.

I spent my lunch hour alone in my office going over the mornings events and our past discussions regarding the subject in my, now completely numb, mind. Vicky had first broached the subject a few months ago when I had for the hundredth time complained that she was spending more and more time away from home. It all started with a bachelorette party, road trip to Vegas and progressed to a once a week night out with the girls. One night led to two and then three until Friday night out often didn’t end until sometime Sunday afternoon. When I quizzed her about her frequent nights away from home she would just laugh and say it was only girl stuff and she was just blowing off steam. I wasn’t fooled but I seemed to be more and more indifferent to her obvious infidelity, although I loved her deeply. She was less reserved of late as well as she had started talking about men that she had met at this or that club and her discarded panties in the laundry hamper, at times looked like they were crusted with dried cum.

It was nearing the end of the day and since I had decided it wouldn’t hurt to see what the clinic had to say; I left a little early to make sure I wasn’t late for my appointment. I told Kate my secretary that I was leaving early and to take any calls the came in. She smiled and wished me good luck with a wink and picked up the phone. As I entered the elevator I heard her say “he’s leaving now” and then the elevator doors closed. I wondered for a moment, who she was talking to but decided it didn’t really matter. As I got in my car I sat for a moment wondering if I was really going to go through with it. Still undecided but not wanting to be late I started my car and drove through rush hour traffic to the address on the card.

As I arrived at the clinic I was surprised by the number of people in the waiting room. I stepped to the receptionist desk “Hi I’m Michael, I’m here for my 5:30 appointment.” The receptionist looked up and smiled, “Hi Mr. Foster I’m Anita; Cindy is a bit behind this afternoon but she should be with you shortly. Please have a seat in the waiting room and someone will call you.” As I turned to the waiting room I noticed there was only one available seat between a young girl who appeared to be with a younger boy, possibly her brother and an older woman in Amish dress with three young boys dressed alike in shorts and white button up shirts.

I took my seat, smiling at the young girl who looked up as I approached. She held my gaze for a second before turning back to her brother who she appeared to be in serious discussion with. Although she was whispering I couldn’t help but overhear “I’m serious, mom will be furious! You know she always says to knock before you go into my room.” “But Sis!” her brother complained “I thought I heard you call me and the door was open a bit already!”. “It doesn’t matter what you thought you heard; you saw me totally naked and that is disgusting! It will warp your little mind unless you go through with this”. “But I’m only 12 how can they do this?”; “It’s the new laws; if you’ve started puberty you are old enough to decide to have yourself castrated. What with all the over population and disease, it’s in the best interest of everyone”. “Besides if Mom finds out she’ll bring you down here herself”. At that point a nurse came out and called “Bobby Miller” and the two of them got up and went with the nurse. A little while later the nurse came out again and called the Amish lady with the three boys and they all got up and went with the nurse.

After about a half hour a girl in her mid twenties, dressed in tight blue slacks and a red v-neck sweater that displayed her C-cup breasts to good advantage walked up to me and smiled “You must be Michael, Hi I’m Cindy you can come with me”. I followed her perfumed trail, down the hall thinking that she looked very nice and wondered if my wife had told her I had a weakness for women in sweaters. It had been a fetish that my wife played on since before we were married as I had mentioned on one of our dates that a nice tight sweater made me lose all willpower.

Cindy led me into an examination room, she handed me a gown and said “Take off your clothes and put this on. We need to do a quick exam and then we can talk; I spoke to your wife and she said you had some questions”. With that she left me to strip down and put the gown on. As I took of my clothes I looked around the room which was equipped with an exam table with stirrups and a table with instruments draped with a green cloth. The room smelled of antiseptic and Cindy’s perfume and had pictures of tropical beaches and islands on the walls. I put on the gown, noticing that it was light pink with a floral design, an oddity considering this clinic has obviously tailored to the male gender.

When Cindy came back in I was standing awkwardly in the middle of the room in the ridiculous gown. Cindy smiled and said, “Please jump up on the exam table and we can talk about your reservations while I do the initial exam”. I climbed onto the exam table trying unsuccessfully to keep from exposing myself and sat with my legs hanging over the side. “I need you to spin around and place you feed in the stirrups Michael” she said as she assisted me in the manoeuvre. “Now, I’m going to just check your scrotum and testicular distension. Sometimes the testicles aren’t low enough for us to remove them through the scrotum. Please tell me why you are reluctant to go through with this?” I cleared my throat nervously as she set about examining my scrotum and penis. The cool temperature of the room wasn’t helping my normally undersized when flaccid penis. I had always hated how small it became when it wasn’t erect. “Well,” I began “I just am not sure why this is necessary, after all I still enjoy sex”. “And when was the last time you engaged in intercourse Michael?” “Well it has been awhile, Umm… maybe six months.” “Your wife said that you haven’t had intercourse with her in nearly two years, have you had affairs?” “No, of course not” I stammered “I guess, yes it has been a long time.” “And do you miss having intercourse Michael?” “Do you get frequent erections?” I hung my head a bit not able to make eye contact. “When is the last time you can remember having an erection Michael?” “It has been at least a year, my wife took me to a doctor friend of hers about a year and a half ago because she said my erections were getting softer and he gave me some medicine to try to improve it but it just got worse, even when he increased the dosage.” “Are you still taking the medicine Michael?” “Yes, my wife sets it out for me in the mornings so I remember to take it.” “Do you know what the medicine is called?” “I take two pills, I believe one is called Cyproterone and the other is Progesterone.” “That sounds about right, well the exam is finished Michael”, she said, looking me in the eye “Based on your history and your obvious lack of endowment and sexual drive, I don’t see why we can’t proceed. Your wife has taken care of all the paper work and we are in total agreement that the procedure will be liberating for you both.” She stood up, uncovered the surgical instruments, picked up a prepared syringe and walked around to the side of the exam table. I couldn’t help checking out her boobs in the tight sweater. “If you like, I can perform the procedure right now Michael. Would you like me to remove your balls?” I looked up from her boobs to her smiling face and after a pause, slowly nodded. “That’s excellent Michael” she said with a big smile “I know this is for the best”. She swabbed my upper arm with alcohol; it felt cool on my already goose pimpled skin and I shivered. She injected the clear liquid into my arm and I laid my head back. “Just relax for a bit Michael this will take the edge off but won’t put you to sleep.” She put the syringe back on the tray and turned to leave the room. “I’ll be right back with my assistant; I require a little help to perform the operation safely.” She left the room and I lay, shivering and staring at the ceiling waiting for the drug to take effect.

After what seemed like an hour Cindy returned with the receptionist Anita in tow. Anita was now wearing a white cowl neck sweater and black leather skirt. She caught me checking her out, smiled and winked. It was obvious that the sweater thing was for my benefit and although I was being manipulated, the drug had left me feeling calm and pleasant although drowsy and unable to form complete thoughts. I lay admiring the two women’s sweatered breasts, prepared to let them do whatever they wanted to me.

“How are you feeling Michael” asked Cindy. “Fine” I replied drowsily surprised at how thick my tongue felt. “Alright then I guess we’re ready” replied Cindy putting on rubber gloves and picking up another syringe. “Anita you keep an eye on Michael during the operation, make sure he’s comfortable.” Anita took a seat on a stool by my side grasping my wrist to check my pulse and nodding to Cindy “He looks ready to go Cindy”. “Just a little local anaesthetic to numb your scrotum; you might feel a pinch.” I felt a pinprick to the side of my groin and then another on the other side. “Your wife will be so happy with you for going through with this Michael” crooned Anita. “Things will be so amazing for you after this; no more sexual tension or worry about satisfying your wife with your too soft erections.” She caressed my arm as she spoke and leaned against the table brushing my shoulder with her breast. “The anaesthetic should have taken effect by now” observed Cindy, “We’ll begin on the right with a small incision to expose the testicle, there now and with a little squeeze and a little widening of the incision and your right testicle is exposed Michael” Cindy was obviously going to talk us through the procedure describing each step as if she was recording a documentary. So far I felt only warmth throughout my body and a deep sense of well being supported by Anita whose rapt attention was on my crotch in spite of her constant petting of my arm and hand. “And now Michael I’m going to tie off the spermatic cords with an absorbable suture which will dissolve over time as the cord end heals.” “Now let’s make an incision on the left side like so and again applying pressure to force the testicle through the incision; great and now we’ll tie off the cords on the left testicle” Cindy performed and orated the operation smoothly and with practiced confidence. Anita on the other hand was vibrating with excitement as she continued to pet my hand and stare at my crotch. She had, possibly involuntarily, cupped her breast with my hand as she leaned in for a closer look but she continued to hold it tightly against her breast as her other hand disappeared between her legs. I felt like a spectator during the whole process, somehow disconnected from what was happening and unconcerned for the poor sap whose balls were hanging out of their sac, exposed and vulnerable to the inevitable next event. “Now” Cindy exclaimed, “We’re ready to separate you from your balls Michael”. Anita’s eyes were starting to glaze over and she was vigorously rubbing her pussy with no concern for who new it. “We’ll use this scalpel.” Cindy held up a typical surgical scalpel and moved toward my exposed and vulnerable balls. “I just grasp your right testicle and apply a slight tension away from your body and the let the scalpel do the work by slicing through the spermatic cords below the suture and as easy as that your right testicle is removed.” Cindy held up my testicle for Anita and me to see and dangled it by the cord in a very dramatic manner. Anita’s breath was coming in gasps now and she was rubbing my hand vigorously against her breast as she fingered her pussy faster and faster. “And now for the left testicle, I again apply a slight tension and voila your remaining testicle is removed.” Cindy held my left testicle up with a flourish and Anita came violently throwing her head back and nearly falling off the stool. When she had recovered her composure, Anita stood up a little embarrassed, leaned over a kissed my on the lips. She stood for a moment with her chest heaving, gazed into my eyes and said, “Now you’re a eunuch Michael, I am so happy I could share this with you.”

Anita assisted Cindy in cleaning me up and stitching up my assaulted scrotum. The initial drug was starting to wear off and I was becoming more aware of my surroundings and able to interact. Cindy looking up from her suturing asked, “How does it feel Michael?” I cleared my throat “It’s uh… still a little numb but I can feel it when you pull on the skin.” “It will be a little tender to the touch for a bit and we’ll apply a dressing to protect it from infection but there shouldn’t be much swelling. It’s normal for a bit of fluid to collect in the scrotum initially but it will be absorbed and the scrotum will shrink up quite a bit.” “You should be able to leave in about an hour, once you have recovered from the sedative injection.” “I’ve asked Anita to drive you home and wait with you until Vicky gets there, just to be sure you’re okay.” “Thanks”, I replied happy that I was going to get to spend more time with Anita and not wanting to be alone with my thoughts just now. It was still all a bit surreal and I was trying to put off pondering the outcome of today’s events.