One day, while reading the ultra-kinky fetish mag, Castratrix Quarterly, I noticed an ad for something called The Clinic. The ad said, "Have you ever dreamed of surrendering your manhood to a cruel and efficient castratrix? Come explore your deepest, most forbidden castration fantasies. All our procedures are quick, painless and over before you know it. But be warned, no male who has entered our treatment plan has left with his manhood intact! Fees are negotiated after completion of treatment." This sounded too good to be true so I called the number and made an appointment.

When I called to make the appointment the receptionist's tone was initially quite cold and almost belligerent. Then she came right out and asked me point blank if I had a castration fetish. This really threw me and left me sputtering for half a minute before I was able to answer in the affirmative. At this her manner changed completely and she became very warm and friendly.

On my first visit the receptionist handed me a 30 page questionnaire and ushered me into a small private room with a desk and a chair. The first couple pages were about general background information but the bulk of it was about my sex life: my history, experiences, hang-ups, preferences and above all, fetishes. Four whole pages at the end of the questionnaire where dedicated to asking specific, detailed questions about my castration fetish.

After I finished filling out the questionnaire I gave it to the receptionist and she told me to take a seat in the waiting room, and that the doctor would see me shortly.

After a few minutes a sexy lady doctor comes out into the waiting room and calls my name. I follow her into her office.

Her office is fairly large and includes the doctor's desk and an examination table. I notice my questionniare is lying on the desk in front of the doctor. The doctor tells me the exam table is where her patients surrender their manhood to her. "It's really amazing how many men are eager to offer their manhood to me," she says.

I can't help but notice the rows of small jars arrayed on well-lit glass shelves in a large display case at the back of the office. The doctor notices where I'm looked and smiles. Then she tells me that that's her manhood collection. Each jar is full of liquid and floating in each are a pair of roundish white things that could be testicles. She invites me to go over and pick one up. I see that a man's name and a date are printed on a label on top of each jar.

The doctor tells me there are 3 lady doctors in The Clinic, all accomplished castratrixes, and that all the staff are female.

I timidly contradict her and tell that I had noticed a janitor while I was seated in the waiting room who wasn't female.

"Oh, that would be Joe," she said with a sly smile, "it's true, he's not female, but he's also not male." Just then the door to the office opened and the janitor came in to empty the waste basket. "Oh, here's Joe now, let's ask him. Joe?"

"Yes, ma'am," he answered quietly.

"We were just talking about you and I was telling Mr. Malorkus here that you're not really a male. That's right, isn't it?" asked the doctor.

"Yes, Ma'am," said the Joe, somewhat sulkily.

"And why aren't you a male?" asked the doctor brightly.

"Because I no longer have my manhood," answered Joe, looking down at the floor.

"Oh dear, Joe," said the doctor, looking at me with a sly twinkle, "what happened to your manhood?"

"You... you took it, doctor! You opened up my, my... and, and... you took my manhood!" said Joe, balling up his fists, squeezing his eyes shut and giving an anguished gasp.

"Oh yes, now I remember. And you had a nice big pair, as I recall. And where is your manhood now, Joe?" she asked.

Joe raised his right arm and mutely pointed over at the display case.

"Very good, Joe. You may go," said the doctor, somewhat impatiently.

"Thank you, ma'am," said Joe, then he meekly shuffled out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Then she turns to me and says, "Ok, Mr. Malorkus, take off all you clothes and get up on the exam table. I want to examine your manhood pouch."

When I look uncertain the doctor intuits my confusion and says, "Here at The Clinic we call your scrotum your manhood pouch, or pouch, for short."

I do as she says and climb naked up onto the exam table, lying on my back and putting my feet up in the stirrups. She compliments me on my tight pouch and the nice big pair inside. As she gently caresses my pouch, she leans forward, looks me in the eye and tells me, almost in a whisper, that she looks forward to opening my pouch and taking my manhood. Then, somewhat abruptly, she declares that my pouch is too hairy and must be shaven. She calls one of her assistants to come and shave me.

As the assistant is shaving me she also compliments me on my pouch and its sizable contents. She asks the doctor if she's planning on opening my pouch today. The doctor replies, "Not today. Mr. Malorkus isn't quite ready to offer his manhood to me yet. But I'm confident he will soon."

After I'm shaven and the assistant leaves the room the doctor orders me to always keep my manhood pouch well shaven from now on so as to facilitate its being opened when the time comes. All these allusions to castration cause me to become very aroused. My cock is very hard and dripping. The doctor tells me she doesn't mind if want to relieve myself so I quickly grab hold of it and urgently jerk off until I spurt all over.

After I finish spurting the doctor hands me a box of wet wipes and as I'm cleaning myself she says, faintly disgusted, "You men are all such dirty little boys, playing with yourselves all the time." Then, looking at me squarely, she adds with a smugness that gives me chills, "I think you'll find that our treatment plan is highly effective in to curing you of that particular little nasty habit."

Since I wasn't ready for castration I had to be sent to undergo castration preparedness training. For this I was sent to The Farm, a special facility own and operated by The Clinic. After two months at The Farm I was judged to be ready. I returned to The Clinic, climbed up onto the doctor's special table and anxiously offered her my manhood. After I recovered, I was given Joe's old position of eunuch janitor.