"Wow... How are you doing this...?" I asked, when I came to my senses.

"That was a nice goodbye, wasn't it? This is the power of mother nature. Not the synthetic crap from the pharmacy."

I then realized my cock is still fully erect.

"Won't this come down?" I asked.

"Nope," she shrugged.

"No?"

"No. It won't have time. Also, I want it preserved like this. What did you think?"

Ah yeah. I remembered again, why are we there.

"Are you going to... Um... Now... Er..." I tried to ask if she's going to penectomize me, but I couldn't get the question out of my mouth.

"Exactly. That's what I'm going to do now. Better get ready." She was talking casually, like we were debating washing dishes. She handled me a bottle.

"This will help you."

"Help me with what?" I smelled the bottle suspiciously.

"Helps you get relaxed."

I drank the contents of the bottle. This time it was some genuine fire water. 5 minutes later, I was very light-headed.

"Shall we go on?" Sally asked impatiently, watching my erect penis.

"Whenever you're ready." My fears and doubts have completely dissipated in that drink.

"Yay! Let's do it then. Watch closely."

Sally brought her bowls closer and with contents of one of them, she thoroughly rubbed the base of my dick. Good thing I shaved myself that morning. Then she took a tube of cream and aligned it with the top my swollen glans. She squeezed the tube and I felt the cream pushing its way down my urethra. Sally kept pushing until I felt my dick is going to pop like a balloon! When no more cream could get in, Sally put the tube away, holding her thumb on my glans, so the cream wouldn't get out. Then she reached for a thin straw and began to push it down my urethra, using the cream inside as a lubricant.

I was watching her silently, admiring her thoughtful preparations. Sally wasn't finished; she produced two very thin leather laces and tied them extremely tight at the base, about an inch apart from each other. It was a funny sensation, as I've felt the pressure from both inside and outside. We now both observed the result of her work, Sally obviously satisfied. My erect penis, shiny from the oily substances, standing there, with the straw sticking out. Tied at the base, blood couldn't get in, or out. Very appropriately, the whole scene resembled someone waiting for an execution.

Sally, as naked as she was, rushed outside and returned just seconds later, with a small hatchet, like a pocket tomahawk, in her hand. The blade was burning red; it must have been heating up in the fireplace.

"Is that for...?" I tried to ask, although it was pretty obvious what is it for.

"Yep, it is my favorite one." She looked at the hatchet with love. "We're gonna like this."

Sally swiftly rubbed her blade with a cloth soaked with another cream and kneeled down to my crotch. She didn't want to lose time so the blade won't cool down, but still wanted to play. She lightly circled the edge of the blade around my shaft, between the leather laces. I felt my skin get cut and burn, but it wasn't unpleasant. A thin red line appeared between the laces. But that was just breaking the skin, to define the line for the final cut.

Sally came closer, licked my glans, then her lips. Her hatchet was approaching my dick again, but more slowly. Sally was holding the handle tightly, making the whole view much more menacing. My heart was beating loud.

Contact. Like seconds before, the blade has touched the skin between the laces. But it didn't stop at the surface this time. It dug deeper, Sally moving it left and right to ease its intrusion into the flesh. I felt the edge cutting and burning, but instead of pain, I felt arousal. (It must have been an effect of the drink.)

The blade stopped moving, as it hit the straw inside. Sally slowly circled the hatchet to the left. Blade still bitten deep, it found its way to the other side. My view of the hatchet was partially obstructed by my penis, but I could see the blade through the gap, which was now taking up half the base of my penis. The blade continued its way.to its original position, from the other side. A few seconds later, it was on the place where it started. The gap in my penis shaft was complete, with no flesh connecting the two parts.

My penis was still standing there, staged on the straw, but no longer a part of me.

Sally held the straw coming out of my glans and pulled the hatchet, still dug between my penis and my body, upwards. She used the pressure of the flat side of the blade to push my penis upwards. The gap grew larger, revealing the straw inside. When the gap was about two inches wide, Sally cut the straw, thus completely severing the connection between me and my penis. I was rendered dickless. The only thing above my testicles was an inch-long straw, sticking from the center of a miniature stump. Aside from the straw and the wound, both of which were red, there was very little blood.

Sally was holding my penis, impaled on the straw. The lace at the base kept the blood inside. The erect penis on the stick looked like a shish-kabob.

"Now this makes for a much better scalp than some stupid hair." She turned the object a few times, observing it from all directions and looking through the straw, then turned her attention to me.

"That was worth it, wasn't it?"

"I can't really tell right now... " I replied, not very much believing what just happened.

Sally has proven her skills again; she covered my crotch with some powder, then some cream, then some liquid and finally some herbs and leafs. Just one hour later, she untied the leather lace, which was blocking the blood flow. Amazingly, all that stuff she put on my wound created solid matter and wouldn't allow it to bleed. Sally handled me another bottle; without questions, I drank the contents and immediatelly fell asleep. I had vivid dreams about making wild love to Sally and about her giving me oral.

When I woke up, there was still light outside. Sally was lying next to me, carving something in a piece of wood. When she noticed I'm awake, she nudged me in the hip with her elbow.

"Yo. Morning, sleepy."

"What? What time is it...?" I looked around in an attempt to remember where I was.

"About nine in the morning."

Morning? Have I slept for a good part of the day? As dizzy as I was, I swiftly sat up, and immediately felt stinging in my crotch. I put the blanket away and instead of the familiar morning view of the trio, I was welcomed by a simple short straw sticking from some green coating above my bare balls.

"Oh." I was looking at the scene in disbelief. I thought I was dreaming. I reached out with my hand to touch my penis. But it wasn't invisible, it really wasn't there. There was just the straw, and solid green material around it. And below that, my testicles. They looked lonely.

"Are you looking for something? It's right here," Sally reached to her side and shown me my penis on a stick, covered with some liquid. "When it's nicely preserved, I'm going to put it on this wooden plate and hang it above my sleeping place. Nice trophy. Who cares about some stupid hair."

I was mute.

"Why the long face? It already looks nicer then when it was there." She used my dick on a stick to point at my crotch.

"Good for you. What am I going to do?" I asked, staring at the little straw.

She shrugged. "Well for one, maybe you'll need to pee by now. You can stand and walk, don't worry."

Well she was right with that. I sure as hell needed to pee. Slowly I stood up and walked out of the tent, continuously looking down. My balls were hanging alone, slapping my thighs. Instead of my dick, there was just this small straw, pointing forwards.

I approached a tree and... Well, now what? Grab the straw? I decided not to touch anything and let the pee flow. I felt the pressure of urine inside, finding its way to the surface and then... Nothing. No feeling inside the penis; the pressure would just stop at the abdomen and then I could watch the fluid streak out of the straw. Without the obstruction in the form of the curved urethra inside the penis, the stream of urine landed a long distance away from me.

When I was finished, I leaned against the tree with my bare back and began to examine the new me with my hands. The area where my penis was was covered with solid material – the creams and leafs sally put there have dried and formed that protection. Underneath that, the area felt quite numb. Touching my balls gave me a feeling of a phantom penis; I felt the reaction in my glans, like the thing was getting erect.

Sally stepped out of the tent, topless, and approached me, her head tilted to the side.

"Ey! I dig that look. Much better than before. Just wait when the pledget peels off. You'll be nicely smooth."

I just gave her a glare.

"Oh don't worry. You can grow your hairs back to resemble a furry man again. After all, your balls will grow huge. You know why?"

"No. Why?" I was getting annoyed for her teasing.

"Easy. Because they'll be constantly producing testosterone, but you'll have no way to release it." She stepped closer, pushed against me with her bare breasts and grasped my buttocks tight. It was a very sexual act. "See? You can't do anything about it." She added, as she was breathing at my neck. Indeed I won't be able to do anything about it, ever! Did I really want this?

Shortly thereafter, Sally packed everything back to the leather bags and we were on our way back. I was mute, but Sally completely abandoned the apache-like silence and went on chatting and talking. She told me that while she goes by the name Sally, her tribe nickname is 'Chops Dicks'. That's because when she was very little, she watched her tribesmen penectomize a horse with a disease, and was said to enjoy the view a bit too much. And since then, she always wanted to 'chop' a man.

But, I wasn't listening to her story very much; my mind was too busy. Not with my now-absent penis, not that. I was busy thinking, I just have to ask Sally out again. But will she want to go out with a dickless guy...?