By Nickolai

“No, wait!”

Dr. Stone stopped at the lounge door with his hand on the doorknob to hear what Albert had to say.

“What if you cut off his nuts instead?”

The doctor smiled. The daddy was coming around. Albert was prepared to make a sacrifice after all. Chad’s genitals were on the table, and the question of which part or parts the young jock would still have hanging between his legs when he left the clinic was now open for negotiation and persuasion.

Dr. Stone returned to the front of the room, where Albert was standing with one knee on the sofa and with both hands gripping the armrest.

“I mean, if he didn’t have his balls, that would change him, wouldn’t it? Not that he wouldn’t miss them, or that I want them gone, but wouldn’t that stop him from going after girls?”

The doctor stepped onto the platform and took a seat on the sofa. Albert sat back down.

“Mr. Johnson, I see that you care about your son very deeply, and I can appreciate that you only want what’s best for him. I sympathize with your concerns, truly. I regret my harsh words earlier. But you must understand that we are the experts in these matters. If I thought castration would solve Chad’s problem, believe me, I would not hesitate for a moment to walk in there, slice open his sack, cut off those fat low-hangers, and pronounce him ‘cured.’ Had you been able to get him to us sooner, at puberty say, before his sexuality became established and the damage was done, that might have sufficed, and his cock could have been salvaged. Alas, that horse has left the stable and has been frolicking in the pasture for too many years now.”

“I only first heard about you last month.”

“I realize that, it couldn’t be helped. But we are not living in fantasyland here. We must take the boy as we find him.”

“So you’re saying castration wouldn’t make any difference at this point?”

“Not for what we wish to accomplish, I’m afraid. Chad’s sperm count would drop to zero and he would be incapable of fathering any natural children, obviously. If our aim was to save you money on condom purchases, we could cut off his balls and declare success. In most respects, however, his orientation and behavior patterns would remain unchanged. His sex drive might diminish, but even that is not guaranteed. Many eunuchs remain perfectly capable of erection. To the extent that he could still get it hard, Chad would continue to search for girl pussy he could stick his eunuch dick into. When he beat his eunuch meat he would still be thinking about some cute little cheerleader with perky tits, and not his daddy.”

“I guess I can understand that, but I don’t see how cutting off his cock would really change anything, either.”

“Penectomy has a number of beneficial impacts on the patient, both psychological and practical, that work toward our purpose. But, before expanding on those, I think it would be helpful to explore some of your own issues with the procedure. Now, I’m a surgeon, not a psychologist, but I believe I am detecting an element of denial that prevents you from seeing the situation clearly.”

“What do you mean?”

“Let’s start by taking a look at your relationship with Chad, and how we arrived at the place we are today. I’m not making any accusations here, but sometimes daddies with problem boys try to win them over by giving them presents and granting privileges—trying to buy their love, in other words. Unfortunately, if the daddy fails to follow through with reciprocal demands, this tactic has the effect of spoiling the boy without bringing him any closer. He takes the gifts as his due, and continues on his selfish path.”

From Albert’s rapt attention, Dr. Stone could see he was using the right bait. He continued.

“Deep down, the boy is suffering. He yearns for closeness with his daddy. He needs that strong, guiding presence in his life. But his daddy’s attempts to bribe him have filled him with nothing but contempt. He begins to search elsewhere for the affection he craves.”

“You mean like Chad’s hookups with girls?”

“Exactly. Chad has lurched from pussy to pussy, getting his rocks off in a futile effort to fill the emptiness that gnaws at him. This has gone on for so long he has forgotten what it is he’s really looking for. The sex becomes an end in itself.”

“But how will cutting off his dick bring him back?”

“Well, on a practical level, he won’t be able to fuck any girls without one, now will he? But getting back to your relationship, let me show something.”

The doctor scooted across the couch next to Albert and tugged at the sash holding his bathrobe together.

“Do you mind?”

“No, I guess not. Go ahead.”

The doctor untied the sash and pulled open the bathrobe, revealing the daddy in all his naked, furry glory. He rubbed his hand over Albert’s chest. “A fine, manly pelt,” he said. “And this…” He burrowed between Albert’s legs and grabbed his flaccid member. “This is a strong, distinguished, sturdy piece of manhood.”

“Ah, thanks, I guess,” said Albert, somewhat abashed.

“Any boy would be proud to call you daddy.”

“Maybe it’s a little bigger than average. It’s nothing compared to what Chad has, though.”

The doctor released Albert’s cock and slapped him on the knee. “That is the crux of the problem! Chad is under the delusion that he has outgrown the need for his daddy. He thinks that, perhaps, now he is even the bigger man. He arrogantly presumes that he has become independent and self-sufficient. He confidently struts about, believing himself to be a man among men. With the adjustment, we shatter these illusions, and reveal to him that inside, he is still the scared little boy who needs his daddy’s protection.”

“You know, this is beginning to make sense to me.” Albert looked at the now-curtained window behind which Chad lay sleeping in the examination room. “Still, I had this hope...”

“You hoped that, with a reorientation, Chad’s cock would become part of your lovemaking.”

“Well, yes. He has such a nice one...”

“This is an illusion that you need to overcome. In our experience, a cock that has developed a craving for pussy is virtually useless for most normal daddy sexual purposes. Admittedly, Chad’s cock is quite decorative, but as you stated previously, as things now stand, he doesn’t even let you see it, so what good is it?

“Well, that’s true, it’s not like I’ve been getting much use out of it.”

“Mr. Johnson, you have to come to terms with the fact that you never will. It’s not going to happen. As long as Chad has that thing between his legs, it will stand as a barrier between the two of you and your happiness together. It is a sword that is keeping you at bay.”

Albert sighed heavily and pondered. “OK, let’s say we went ahead with it. Wouldn’t he still be thinking about girls? I mean, you said yourself he’s as heterosexual as it gets.”

“This is where the psychological aspects of the procedure come into play. As much as he might desire her company, no self-respecting dickless young man would dare reveal his shame to a girl he fancies. He would rather die than risk exposing himself to the ridicule he might face. So now his loving daddy has the chance once again to assume his rightful place, to take the boy into his arms and offer comfort and solace.”

Albert face brightened. “I can see where that might happen. And he would be able to keep his balls?”

“We could remove them if you’d like, but the sexual tension that builds up in a boy who is no longer able to masturbate properly provides another opening for the daddy. Girls may not want to have anything to do with him anymore, but his daddy stands ready to suckle his little nub and massage his prostate to give him his needed release.”

“I would be happy to do that for Chad!”

“As their intimacies develop, we find that boys who were previously indifferent often become fascinated with their daddies’ cocks. Even the straightest of boys will begin to miss the presence of a dick in his life. His daddy’s penis becomes the substitute for what he is missing. He wants to touch it, he wants to suck it, and ultimately, he wants it buried deep inside him. It becomes his sacred totem, the source and symbol of manhood that will guard him and nourish throughout his life.”

”When you put it that way, it all sounds pretty wonderful.”

“I’ve seen it work many times. It’s a beautiful thing, truly, the father-son bonding that can come from this kind of shared sacrifice.”

“Well doctor, I never thought I would say this, but you almost have me convinced that this adjustment is the best thing for Chad.”

“There are good, sound reasons why it has become the standard procedure, and indeed, the foundation of our successful reorientation efforts.”

“I understand that now, but one thing is still bothering me. Won’t Chad hate me if I let this happen? If Chad blames me for getting his dick cut off, and then turns against me, it wouldn’t be worth it. I couldn’t live with myself if it came to that!”

“Hmm, yes. I can see where that might be problematic. Let me think about that for a moment.”

The concept of taking into consideration how a boy might feel about his adjustment, or whether he might object, was an unfamiliar one for the doctor. With clones that was never a question. Dr. Stone had played all his cards, and now, with Chad’s cock nearly within his grasp, here was a roadblock he hadn’t accounted for that threatened to stymie the entire effort. For a long minute he sat on the sofa, chin in his hand, tapping his lips with his forefinger. Then he had an idea.

“Mr. Johnson, you knew nothing of Chad’s life before you met and married his mother, is that correct?”

“They were complete strangers to me, actually, until four months before we got married.”

“Perfect! I think I have a plan that will work to take any burden of responsibility for the procedure completely off of your shoulders, as far as Chad is concerned. However, its success will depend on your answer to one important question: Just how dim-witted and gullible is Chad?”

* * *

Dr. Stone watched with satisfaction as Albert signed the release forms.

“I’m confident the Institute will send us the official authorization for Chad’s acceptance into the clone template program within the next day or two. Obviously we are expecting their final stamp of approval to be nothing but a mere formality at this point, or we would not be proceeding here today. But you know how bureaucracies are, they have to dot all the ‘i’s and cross all the ‘t’s. I’ll leave you with the full packet of forms and stipulations so that you can review them while I prep Chad for surgery.”

“You realize that I’m going to want to have my lawyers look all this over before I sign the final papers,” said Albert.

“Certainly,” said the doctor. “That’s understood. But let me take this opportunity to commend you for your generosity in agreeing in principle to move forward. You might not have thought of it in these terms, but what you are doing is providing a great service to humanity. Your decision to permit Chad’s enrollment in the template program will help make the world a brighter place. Just think of how much joy we will bring to the lives of countless lonely, sex-starved men by giving them the chance to acquire their own little Chads. The future impact is incalculable. One can’t put a dollar figure on that kind of happiness.”

“That humanitarian stuff is all well and good,” said Albert. “I’m not expecting a medal. But I am expecting my accountants to receive regular reports outlining when, where, and how many clones numbered model 39 are sold, along with details of the purchase price and any add-ons or deductions for shipping, handling and marketing. And those royalty checks better show up on time.”

Albert was the first to admit he was a sentimental sap when it came to Chad, but he didn’t become a successful businessman by disregarding the bottom line.

* * *

Chad awoke with a start, and opened his eyes. The doctor hovered over him with a syringe in his hand.

“I trust you had a nice nap.”

Chad tried to rise, but the doctor’s hand placed firmly on his chest held him down.

“Relax,” said the doctor. “Your charts show that we need to bring your immunizations up to date.”

Before he could react, the doctor jabbed the needle into Chad’s neck and pushed the plunger. Almost immediately, the boy felt like someone had pulled the plug on every major muscle of his body.

The doctor looked at his watch. After thirty seconds, he picked up Chad’s arm and let it go. It dropped to the table with a thud.

“Now, blink your eyes for me please.”

Chad blinked.

“Good.”

Chad tried to speak, but his tongue lay in his mouth like a wet sponge. A strangled moan was all he could manage.

“Don’t be alarmed,” said the doctor. “The effect is only temporary. We often see this reaction with the new vaccine combination. The paralysis should wear off completely in about 45 minutes or so.”

The doctor picked up another syringe from the tray.

“Your father tells me you are sexually active, so I’ll be giving you a few shots down there now to ward off any nasty diseases.”

The doctor grabbed Chad’s limp penis and stretched it as far as it would go. Then he stuck the needle into his groin as its base and emptied the contents of the syringe. He released the organ and gently stroked it along its sides. It quickly swelled into a rampant erection as the sensory enhancer worked its magic. The drug would multiply by several times over any sensations, of either pleasure or pain, the boy experienced through his cock over the next two hours, or more precisely, for as long as it was still attached to Chad. The doctor firmly believed in the anti-anesthetic approach to penectomy. It seemed fitting, somehow, that losing his manhood should be the most painfully excruciating experience of a boy’s life.

Taking the last loaded syringe from the tray in hand, the doctor moved to Chad’s scrotum. He gathered up the loose testicles and held them. They were a handsome pair, and he felt sorry that he wouldn’t be taking them as well. Still, in the give and take with Albert over the fate of Chad’s genitals, the doctor felt he got the better end of the bargain, and he might get them yet someday. It wasn’t unheard of for dickless boys to beg their daddies to have them castrated when their sexual frustrations became unbearable.

The doctor lifted the sack and pushed the needle in underneath, giving Chad the final injection. The ejaculation blocker would remain effective for up to a month, denying Chad the ability to come no matter how aroused he might get, or much semen he had stored up in the interim. Recalling the flood the youth pumped out earlier at the hands of Nurse Lindstrom, the doctor imagined the first load Chad shared with his daddy after he began to heal would be quite memorable.

With a bit of light tickling Chad’s sensitized penis was as hard as it could get. It pulsed along with Chad’s heartbeat. The doctor pulled out the ruler and surgical marking pen from his pocket. Drawing the line was more of an art than a science. There was a bit of interplay between harvesting a maximum specimen while at the same time leaving an attractive, serviceable stump. The contours and vein placement of the particular penis also played a role. With a dick the size of Chad’s, the doctor decided he could afford to be generous. He gave Albert an extra half-inch beyond the usual stub. He would still have nearly 8 inches of prime cock for his collection. What a prize specimen! He would need to order a new display case to highlight this trophy, and to provide space for representative samples of Chad’s future clone progeny at all stages of development.

Over the years Dr. Stone had amassed the most comprehensive collection of preserved clone genitalia west of the Mississippi, indeed one of the finest in the world. Started as a private hobby, as the number of specimens grew the collection became an unofficial showroom of sorts, with prospective clients from around the globe visiting to contrast and compare features of the various clone models they considered purchasing, and to see how their choices would develop over time.

The collection also proved useful for educational purposes. It was quite instructive for an uncooperative young clone to see what happened to naughty boys who failed to put out or otherwise follow their daddies’ commands, particularly when the boy could see that a specimen in the display case, donated by his unfortunate clone brother, exactly matched the equipment he himself still carried between his own little legs. Thereafter, a suggestion from his daddy that it might be time to “visit Dr. Stone” was enough to keep many a boy in line. In the narrow world of the boy clone fraternity, the name “Dr. Stone” carried a whispered menace, like “the Boogeyman” among ordinary human children, except much more vivid and threatening.

The “before” and “after” photos that accompanied each specimen in the collection provided inspiration for some daddies. They would bring boys in for adjustments who had exhibited no real behavioral problems at all. The daddy was simply captivated by a “no cock,” “no balls,” or completely smooth look he had seen portrayed in the gallery and decided he wanted the same for his boy.

Dr. Stone crouched to take in a side view of Chad’s cock. He wanted to be sure that he preserved this exact gentle upward curve he found so sensual and appealing. An original template! It would be the crown jewel of his entire collection. He was aware of the rumored existence of only one other preserved original template penis specimen, and that was supposedly stashed in a private collection in Dubrovnik. What became of the others he had no idea. He imagined the Institute had at least a few stored in their vaults.

Even for a secretive organization like the Institute, the entire subject of original templates was an extraordinarily closely guarded secret, shrouded and locked away in the inner sanctum of deepest mystery. Who they were, where they came from, their eventual fates—it was all a haze of rumor and conjecture. Not even Dr. Stone had much of a clue, and he had been with the company for 17 years now.

The official Institute line was that the entire current clone model lineup, based on 38 different templates, originated from tissue “donated to science” after the donors were deceased. From internal corporate communications Dr. Stone knew that was only a cover story, but those who could relate the full, real story weren’t in a position to tell. To the best of his knowledge there were no living templates. In fact, Chad might be the only one—but then, possibly, not for too much longer. The doctor didn’t have the heart to tell Albert that before the new model number 39 clones, based on Chad’s DNA, became available for purchase in a few years time, the company would find it expedient to “disappear” the original Chad—to break the mold, as it were. What that actually entailed the doctor didn’t care to speculate. For all he knew, Chad and his daddy might get sent off to an island somewhere to live out their days happily ever after, partying night and day with original templates one through 38. It wasn’t his department. He really did wish all the best for the two of them in their future lives together, however long that might last.

Checking his watch, the doctor saw he had time for a little fun with the helpless naked stud. He chose the young man’s left testicle. He grasped it and pulled it sharply upwards until he heard Chad grunt. With the fingers of his other hand he began to squeeze. He pinched the ball repeatedly, harder and harder as Chad’s feeble moans grew ever more agonized and insistent and tears formed in his eyes. The sadist cackled silently with glee. Now fully aroused by the boy’s erotic groans, he released the tortured testicle and spoke to its owner:

“I see your pain reflex is functioning properly. However, in going over your blood work we noticed some anomalies. For one thing, you are low on proteins and essential amino acids. Happily, there’s a quick and easy fix for that.”

He grabbed the teen under his armpits and pulled him sideways until he was partly off the examination table. Chad’s head hung down limply. The doctor unzipped his fly, extracted his penis, pried open Chad’s mouth, and inserted his stiff member, pushing it in as far as it would go. “Yeah, take it, my soon to be cockless jock boy,” he murmured. Chad gagged and choked and his face grew scarlet as the doctor fucked his mouth. The doctor spurted in no time, anticipating the full-throated screams he would soon be hearing when he claimed the trophy he coveted.

He lifted Chad and positioned him back on the table. “You liked that, didn’t you, you little whore.” Chad gurgled and blinked. “Good. I’ll be advising your daddy to make liquid protein supplements a regular part of your diet.”