We've met Ted outside and then we rode to the near city to meet the cutter. He was an old guy, an ex-military doctor and he wanted us to call him Doc. He had a small underground surgery room (indeed underground, i.e. in the basement) - small, with most equipment obviously well used, but clean. And sharp. Ted assured us that Doc has completed many dozens of penectomies and all of them went well. I paid him in advance. The room was too small for all of us, so Ted opted to wait in the car.

I stripped naked; Leslie volunteered to wash me, so she did, very thoroughly. Just 10 minute later, I was lying on white surgery table, waiting to be 'cut to size'. Doc pushed closer a small table on wheels, with a tray full of equipment on the top. Leslie was incredibly excited. She was literally biting her hand to subdue the excitement.

"Would you like to have the honor?" Doc asked her, pointing at my member.

"Aye would I ever! Can I really do it?" Leslie was almost screaming.

"Sure you can. And we'll make it simple for you." Doc picked up huge scissors from the tray, then put them back and picked some weird-looking tool. He armed one side of the tool with a tiny rubber band. Pushing the grips together would expand the rubber band; so it could be pushed over my penis. There seemed to be a lot of resistance in the rubber. "We'll use this to cut the blood flow, so you can just use scissors on him. Would you care to assist me? Hold his thing tightly and pull."

That incredibly tight rubber band was placed at the very base of my very erect penis, as Leslie was pulling hard to make sure the rubber sits at the very bottom. It was quite painful.

"Would you also like to take it with you? I can have it preserved for you, for whatever purposes you may have for it."

"Oh I definitely would!" Leslie was about to have a new toy, obviously - it was like a birthday for her!

"Good. Let's repeat it, then. Would you like?"

"Looks difficult, but I'd like to try." There was no need to pull this time, so Doc handed Leslie the elastrator. It took considerable effort and both hands of the fragile girl to push the grips enough for the rubber to expand, but finally she was able to place the second rubber just an inch above the previous one. She clasped her hands out of excitement. My penis was swelling to dimensions I'd never guess it's capable of.

"Good, let's start then. Ready?" Asked Doc, with a syringe in hand. Leslie stopped him:

"Doc, wait. I was wondering, would it be possible that I cut it off... Without anesthesia? So Rob would feel everything?"

"Hey! Leslie! What kind of an idea is that?" I shouted at her. What a sadist! Now she surprised me as well - I would never have guessed she has it in her! Or are those her new needs she was speaking about previously?

Doc was alternating his glance between the two of us. "I suppose we could do that. What do you say chump, care to show your wife you're a man? You know... It's your last chance."

Leslie came closer to my face and looked at me, begging: "Come one, I'd really like this..."

"Ah, all right." Could I refuse her some more fun? Who cares about a little pain.

"Yay! I knew it, I love you," she kissed me passionately.

"But we have to move quickly, before it gets numb from the rubber bands. Also, I'd like to have you fastened, just for the case." Said Doc, handing Leslie some ribbons. She took no time fastening my hands, feet and thighs to the table handles.

"Okay... Oh, wait. Just to be sure." She produced her panties from below her short skirt. "Open wide," and she stuffed her undies in my mouth, creating a gag. Her panties were soaked with her juices!

"Now we're ready!"

Doc has handed Leslie those really huge, shiny scissors. She gave me one more passionate kiss, although I couldn't move my mouth much, with her panties in it.

"Ey... So Rob, it's here! Say good bye to your little friend! Ten..." She positioned the blades around the base of my penis and begun the very slow countdown.

"Nine..." She grasped and caressed my penis with her left hand.

"Bye bye! Eight," she leaned down and put my swollen penis in her mouth. I had a pillow under my head, so I had a great view.

"Eaven..." She continued counting, her voice being muffled by the penis in her mouth. She licked the head of my dick and than bit really hard! Although my member was indeed already a little numb, I would cry in pain if not for the gag!

"Iiiiix..." She was now pushing her head lower, until she reached her limit and couldn't swallow my dick any more without choking. Her eyes fixated on mine, as if to make sure I'm watching.

"Aaaaaif..." She now dropped her sight down to the blades and grasped the handles tightly with both hands.

"Ooooor..." She bit again, but not so hard, and begun to pull mi dick up with her teeth.

"Reeee..." I could feel the sharp blades getting very, very tight between the rubber bands.

And then, just as I was about to take a deep breath and then hold it, she pushed the handles together! She had no intention to finish the countdown. Taken completely by surprise, I saw Leslie's head suddenly rise, with my erect penis in her mouth - bot no longer connected to me!

I suddenly felt a rush of pain in the very place where my penis was just a minute ago. I'm sure I would have screamed from the surprise, but my wife's panties have muffled all the audio. My eyes filled with tears. I also instinctively tried to move my hands and roll over, but I was fastened well and couldn't move. It took a good minute till I came to my senses. I looked down and saw a red circle right above my lonely testicles. They do look kinda cool, just hanging there with no appendage, was my first conscious thought.

Leslie came closer to my face and removed her panties from her mouth.

"I hope you've enjoyed it as much as I have..." She smiled. "Here, taste this, but be careful, don't make any harm." By the corner of my eye, I saw something approaching my mouth. Yes, it was the head of my dick.

"Open wiiiiide Rob." I opened my mouth to welcome my own penis in it. Leslie was teasing me, slowly and carefully, rubbing the head on my lips, than slowly pushing it forwards. The glans has touched my teeth, than my tongue. It was cold and really hard form all the blood that was stuck in it by the rubber band. I've found myself licking the glans, the retracted foreskin, down to beginning of the shaft. It was a very erotic moment. Suddenly I wanted to suck this cock - my own. I encircled my penis with my mouth completely, impatiently. Leslie removed the pillow from under my head and went on with pushing my own dick in my mouth, then out a little, in and out. The cock was getting warmer..Leslie stopped pushing down only when more than two thirds of the penis were in my mouth and the glans was beginning to touch the throat.No, I wouldn't normally suck a man's cock, but this was different. Not only it was my cock, the whole experience was extraordinary. I was lying there, tied down and dickless, with my wife fucking my mouth with my own severed penis. I was lost in the experience and couldn't have enough of it.

"Okay, you've had your fun." Doc's voice has returned us to reality. I've realized I still haven't gotten any anesthetics and I begun to feel the pain again.

Leslie has removed my penis from my mouth. "Ey, you like that, don't you? Well don't forget it's mine," she giggled.

The doc now insisted to complete the operation, so I've received a shot of local anesthesia. The rubber-band style of amputation was only for Leslie's convenience. To make a good function and appearance, a little more of the penile tissue had to be removed on the inside, so all the veins could be shut properly. Then I've received some final stitches, a plastic tube for peeing and bandages. Doc has put my penis into a sealed glass with some preservation fluid and provided Leslie with some other chemicals and instruction to preserve it further in it's current hard state with proper color.

Around an hour later, I felt quite OK. Doc has suggested I should stay there for the night. But rather than stay in the small room, we opted to go back home. After all, Ted was with us and he has some experience dealing with post-penectomy issues, if any should arise. I was wheeled to the car and placed half-sitting, half-lying, on the rear seat, and we were on our way.

On our way back, we were pulled over by a police car. The cop asked for Ted's driver license and was lighting his flashlight in the car.

"You guys have no drugs or shit in the car, do you?"

"Of course not, officer."

"What's with this guy?" The cop has pointed his flashlight in my face. In my position and without my pants, I might have looked like drugged or drunk.

"That's my husband. We're driving home from the hospital," Leslie joined the chat.

"You okay sir? What happened?" He was still pointing the light in my eyes. I do couldn't much more than nod, I was still quite dizzy.

"Don't worry officer, he's fine. He's just got his penis amputated." Answered Leslie, trying hard to hold back her laugh. The cop's jaw has dropped as he pointed his flashlight on my crotch, saw all the white bandages and realized the situation. I tried to smile.

"Can we go now, officer?" Ted asked. He merely nodded in approval and we were on our way. Until the horizon, in the car mirrors we could see his flashlight, not moving, as if it was held by a statue.