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Finally Set Free Slowly emerging from the far dreamland of anaesthesia, I heard Dad, "Wake up son. Open your eyes Tim, it's all finally over. How do you feel?" I managed to lisp that my left arm hurt a lot. "It will soon be more comfortable and I'll get them to give you a pain reliever soon. But I must Tell you what has been done. Two things, one you will probably expect and the other you won't. First, about your arm. Doctor Fuentes suggested that we neatly remove it at the shoulder joint. I refused, because that would look too much like a birth defect and besides, I really do enjoy seeing your stumps, so the injured forearm has gone, with a neat amputation through the elbow joint. There will be another stump to display, which will give me pleasure. Stitches out in six days and we'll be off home, for good. Meanwhile, the doctor will check you over properly and give me a full written report on all the modifications we have made. The surprise news which you aren't expecting is that the doctor has performed a fairly new procedure he devised, called genital desensitisation. He has skilfully injected the sensory nerves of your penis and scrotum with a phenol/alcohol mixture which permanently destroys those nerve cells. It's like having a local anaesthetic which lasts for life. So your genitals are now totally without feeling or sensation of any kind. They are just a rather pleasant and pretty body decoration for my pleasure. You see, ever since that unfortunate weekend you spent with David, you have been playing with yourself, whenever you thought you weren't being seen, but I have secretly watched you on several occasions. When you first came to me,I warned you that such activity was totally forbidden and that I would ultimately have to make it impossible. Sadly, you have forced me to effect a total halt. You can rub your dickey all day long, even until you raise blisters, and you will never feel a thing. So quickly learn not to waste your time. But the Doctor and I decided to exclude your prostate from the procedure. That is now your sole pleasure source and will increase in sensitivity. Now something pleasant. When we get home,I'm arranging a special gift for you, as a sort of "graduation" present and we'll have a dinner party. So be pleased your long ordeals in this clinic are now over. Get some sleep, Tim and remember I'll always love you very much. You have been a very brave boy and I'm proud to be your dad." Four days later, Nurse John wheeled me off to Radiology for a large series of x-rays. My arm had settled well and I looked forward to the new stump being free of bandages. Doctor Fuentes removed the stitches and said how pleased he was with the smooth, neat stump. At least, I thought, I won't be having a useless arm hanging in the way, all day. He them pulled back the bedclothes, exposing my genitals, which he prodded and pinched. I felt nothing. To make sure, he slowly pierced the glans of my dickey with a long needle and then transfixed my reduced scrotum. Still no pain, no feeling, no sensation. He was delighted and said "a complete success, the nerves have been totally destroyed. He will give no more trouble" The next morning, dad carried me to his car and as we started for home, he handed me the doctor's written report, saying I had the right to read it for myself. It started by saying that x-ray of the jaw showed a permanent bowing of the mandibular condyles, producing a marked recession of the chin and prominence of the upper teeth. It was also noted that transverse fixation of a bar, with captive end balls, through the tip of the tongue had caused fibrosis, with loss of flexibility and inability to pronounce sibilants, causing marked lisping. The vertebrae of the upper thoracic spine showed marked permanent forward wedge deformity resulting in considerable spinal curvature. Clinical examination of the genitals demonstrated extensive surgical modification. The penis had been very tightly circumcised and a circumference reduction had been made. The natural testes had been discarded, silcone foam implants had been fitted high in a surgically reduced scrotum. The resultant total loss of testosterone had caused penile shrinkage of about 25%. There was recent genital desensitisation which appeared to be total. Generalised electrolysis had been performed and there was no evidence of any hair regrowth. In fact every trace of post-puberty, secondary sexual characteristics had been eliminated. The three ampuation stumps had healed well with good soft-tissue coverage of the bone surfaces. Notwithstanding the extensive physical modifications that have been satisfactorily effected, the subject is in good health and may anticipate a normal life expectation. I told dad that everything seemed correct and that I particularly liked the last sentence. He laughed and confirmed that everthing had now been completed and that he was more that pleased with the outcome. I was exactly the very special son, he had always dreamed of having. That evening, dad releaased a very pent-up supply of his semen, down the back of my throat and later high up into my bottom. I fell asleep with that lovely penis implanted deep inside me. The next morning, dad put me into my school uniform, packed the folding wheelchair, and to my surprise wheeled me into the body-piercing shop. Seeing the look of apprehension on my face, he grinned and told me there would be no more surgery - of any kind! In a private rear booth, he pulled off my brief shorts and had the assistant measure the circumference of my genitals. He told the young man that he wanted a wide silver cockring and said had to be in two halves, screwed with a small allen key and a very snug fit.. The young man said "with all due respect sir, I think by the acne the young gentleman is having, puberty is about to begin. A snug fit is most inappropriate. As you know, we can expect a rapid genital growth spurt together with very frequent erections and a snugly fitting device would be dangerously restricting to the blood flow. So we should either postpone this fitting for a few months or fit a rather loose ring." Dad said " I assume this is a strictly confidential consulation, so I have to tell you that the young gentleman had had extensive and sophisticated surgery. There will be absolutely no further genital growth and penile erections are quite out of the question, in fact the genitals are completely without feeling. So let me see what fitting we can have." The incredulous assistant went off an returned with a box. Dad and he agreed on a rather wide silver ring which was certainly snug. Four tiny allen screws bolted the two halves together seamlessly and dad put the little key in his wallet. I looked and saw that my new ornamentation forced a marked protrusion of my genitals away from my bare pubis. The two men admired the effect. When Dad slipped on my shorts, it was hard to stop my dickey showing it's head below the hem of the leg. This caused dad to smile and he told me this sometimes happened with young boys and should be left, as it seemed perfectly natural. The weekend, dad held a dinner party to celebrate my "graduation. He invited his close male friends and included Kym with his doctor father, who had given initial treatment to my broken left arm. He gave me a difficult decision to make. Would I prefer to come to the party on the black leather oufit, wearing my "bootees" or would I prefer school clothed and have him carry me in to my chair at the table? To please him, I said school shirt and shorts, as I knew he would enjoy showing off my stumps. A surprise awaited when we went to change for the party. He had quietly bought me a new "uniform set" in a silky mid-blue material. I felt very special as I put my arm around his neck as he picked me up and carried me in for dinner. I sat at one end of the table and dad sat at the other. To my pleasure, the beautiful eighteen year-old Kym was placed next to me. Kym was more pretty than handsome and had a contralto, rather than a tenor voice. His shiny fine hair was gathered back in a neat short pony-tail. I told him how I admired his loose, frilled silk green shirt and tight green tartan slacks. He even wore green soft leather loafers. He told me that his father loved buying clothes for him and always chose well. We were rapidly becoming friends and he said that he would like to really get to know me, as he and I had many things in common. All I knew was that dad had told me that his own father had castrated him as his puberty started. I urged him to ask his father if he could spend time with me next weekend and he said he would love to, as we had much to talk about. When dinner finished, Dad rose to make a short and quite emotional speech. He spoke of my suffering and courage during the modifications needed to give him the young handicapped son he had always craved. He spoke of our mutual growing devotion and then formally presented me with a thick envelope. One document was the establishment of a generous trust fund which would make me financially secure for life. The other must have been far more difficult to arranged, it was a certificate of adoption. I really was now his son, in the eyes of the law. I was overcome with emotion, the guests all applauded and came to shake my hand and congratulate me. Kym gave me a hug a planted a kiss on my forehead, whispering that it was already arranged and he was coming to lunch next Sunday. What a week to remenber! When we finally got to bed dad made love to me with great care and tenderness. Sated, well impregnated and replugged, I drifted happily to sleep. A good week followed and my relationship with dad had never been better. I was really looking forward to him taking me, one way or the other at bedtime and was unable to decide whether I enjoyed his long, thick penis in my throat or up my bottom best. I must confess, I had developed a taste for his creamy sperm though. On the other hand, the wonderful sensation of his penis gliding back and forth over my prostate was hard to surpass. Sunday came and I waited for the sound of Kym's car, in my black leather gear. The doorbell rang and I hobbled on my bootees to open the front door. He greeted me affectionately and was most deferential to dad. After a protracted lunch with much pleasant smalltalk, dad said he had urgent paperwork to arrange in his study and begged to be excused for a couple of hours. Kym asked id he could take me in my wheelchair for an hour or so in the nearby park. Dad agreed, but pointed out that I was only permitted my leather gear in the house. Uniform or the new blue outfit must be worn outdoors. After hearing that, Kym was happy to carry my 32 kilograms to the chair and would help me change, dad was happy and left us. I hobbled to our bedroom and pulled myself up on the bed. Kym unlaced my bootees and pulled off my black briefs. He stared at my genitals and said " I guess you are a late developer Tim, but in a year or so it looks as though you will grow a very nice package" I told him that things were not as they appreared to be and that I had better explain a few things to him as he was in for a shock!So sit down and I'll tell you about it" I explained that I had met dad as a rather small eighteen year-old with adult sexual development and a very strong masochistic streak. I had been castrated, my testes were small prostheses and my dickey had been skinned tightly, narrowed and further shrunken by total denial of testosterone. My jaw had been realigned and my spine permanently curved. The three amputations he could see for himself and the apparent "acne" was chemically induced when my face was depilated. The other body hair areas had received electrolysis. Dad had wanted a 13 year old crippled son.My recent and final clinic visit had cost me a paralysed forearm and hand. The nerve supply to my genitals had been destroyed by injection. So my "package" that he had been admiring, was merely a very expensive body decoration. He seemed less shocked than I had expected. "Let's get you dressed and I'll show you what my father has done to me" he said. I sat, ready to be carried to my wheelchair, as he slipped off his loose shirt, revealing a fascinating sight. The areola around each nipple was a deep pink, enlarged and swollen. From the centre of each, grew a very large firm nipple, the base of which had been pierced and a thick gold ring with retaining ball locked in place. "Aren't they nice" he asked, "fatherloves to stroke them and they have become so sensitive" Then he lowered his slacks and I saw his long slender penis, which although completely flaccid, must have been a good four and a half inches long. But the surprise was to see that although uncircumcised, the head of his penis had been pierced by a large, heavy gauge gold ring, with ball, matching the smaller rings in each nipple. Strangest of all, he not only had no testicles but his entire scrotum had been removed. His pubis carried a small patch of very sparse and thin curly brown hair. "What's your story then, Kym?". I asked. Kym began. "well, when I was just thirteen, dad started to visit the bathroom when I was showering, ostensibly to see that I was keeping myself clean. My mother has shot through when I was four, so he acted as both parents. Just before my fourteenth birthday, he noted the sprouting of my first pubic hair. "Things are developing, son, it seems, come here and let me examine to you to see if everything is normal" He gently felt my testicles and commented that there seemed to be unusual and rapid enlargement. He stroked my penis, which rapidly hardened. He produced a small ruler and measured the length. "Five and a half inches is abnormal in a barely fourteen year-old, and needs some correction" he announced. He took his hand away and asked me if I had been regularly retracting my foreskin as he had asked, for hygienic purposes. I said I had and he told me to show him. I said "not when it's so hard, because it's too difficult to get back in place. It gets too tight and it hurts" He made me pull it right back and watched as the glans became swollen and very engorged. He saw that I couldn't get the skin back at all. "A moderate paraphimosis" father said. I was so humiliated, as he went and got an ice cube and held it against the tip of my glans, which softened so that my foreskin slipped back into place. To my horror, it hardened again. "No doubt you have been masturbating for some months, can you ejaculate?" "A little bit - sort of..." I mumbled. "I need to see,for myself, he said and expertly stroked my foreskin back and forth over the covered glans.Deaspite my embarrassment and crimson face, I had never felt hornier. Nobody had ever touched me there before! In just a couple of minutes, I climaxed and produced the usual two or three drops of a thin, slightly sticky, clear fluid. "Excellent," said father," the immature, sparse semen of early puberty. Tremendous. There's nothing better in medicine that administering the correct treatment at exactly the right time. Get dressed son and we will talk" father said. He told me that there were a couple of sexual developmental abnormalities which needed to be curbed and a little minor surgery would solve the problems. Normally, I would have required circumcision, but easy retraction of the foreskin with a fully erect penis was only necessary for penetrative sexual activity. He said that this would never be a problem for me and after tomorrow, he could promise me that I would no longer have any sexual problems at all. We would attend to things tomorrow morning in his surgery. I confidently lay on the examination table and one of his doctor friends put a mask over my face and told me to breath in deep. When I came round my testicles and scrotum were gone with just a line of fine stitches in their place. A "Prince Albert" ring through my glans had been locked into place, keeping my foreskin rolled back just sufficiently to expose the tip. When I asked father about it, he explained that my flow of urine would no longer be able to be directed, so I must sit to urinate. "After all. Only males stand to pee, not a neuter like you" He then unconvincingly told me that he had taken my testicles to prevent malignancy developing, which their sudden increase in size suggested could have happened. Looking back, I believe he realised that my penis was going to grow a lot bigger than his own six inches and he had decided to eliminate that embarrassment. Ever since the operation, he sticks a slow-release oestrogen patch between my shoulder blades, on the first day of each month. "Up there, it keeps it out of harms way and maintains just the right balance I need you to have" So Tim, that's why I have these little breasts and a big bottom". I looked at his rear and noticed the unusual fullness and roundness of his buttocks and hips. "Father has to buy me slacks made for girls now, otherwise they split". "Why didn't he circumcise you?" I asked. "Because he knew that I would never again be able to get an erection, so there's no tightness, and as he lost his own as a baby, he is fascinated by me being uncut. Of course, I'm not only father's nurse and housekeeper, but his lover too. He has a very strong sex drive and he puts it up me as soon as we are in bed, every night. Sometimes it stays there while we sleep. I guess that's why I have never had to be plugged, like you. Well, you asked for my story and I've given it to you. I love my father and he really is very good to me, in bed and out". He carried me to his car and we drove to the park. He then wheeled me to a bench and we chatted. Cementing our friendship lead to total frankness and of course, sex became the topic for discussion. I told Kym of my training with oral esx. He was fascinated to hear how I took all of dad down my throat without gagging. He and his father had tried several times, but Kym had a small mouth and his father had an unusually thick penis, so any full throating was not possible. Kym said he just sucked the tip during foreplay. Anal sex was very satisfying to them both. He had learned to love being just as he was and felt more like a wife than a son. I told him that my body modifications had exceeded all my expectations and I too, loved being as I had become. I had learned to enjoy being stared at and pitied when I was wheeled out in public. I enjoyed the clever masquerade as a pre-pubescent thirteen year-old, knowing that I was never to grow or age. I too, lived now only for that big, loving penis and the creamy essence of my dad, that it so copiously delivers. Kym held my hand and gave me a chaste kiss on the forehead. We are now soulmates and meet each weekend. Both fathers are delighted with our relationship and are rightly confident of our inability to misbehave! Life is great. In every way, I have been set free !
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