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One night a couple of years ago, my wife and I went to visit a friend of hers. Tina lived in a rural farming community near Portland Oregon. She ran a small motel there, 20 rooms, a kind of bed and breakfast place. We checked in and had dinner. Tina came by the room later with some late night drinks, a kind of hot chocolate with Baileys mixed in. I felt tired and went to sleep almost immediately. When I woke up I couldnt move. I panicked and tried to move again. There was something in my mouth that was uncomfortable, a kind of plastic tube. I tried to spit it out, but it was strapped around my head. I saw Rita, my wife, looking at me from a chair. Looking down, I saw I was on some kind of gurney. There were straps and belts holding me so I couldnt move. I was wearing some kind of straightjacket with my arms crossed in front. The jacket was attached to the gurney with straps. My head was confined too, but I could look around the room. The upper portion of my body was upright at about a 45-degree angle. There were other people in the room. I recognized some of the other guests. There were also other gurneys with people strapped in. Several were struggling to get free like me. Then I noticed, all the confined persons were men. The women with them were all sitting or talking to them. There were 11 of us total on the gurneys. Rita said, Calm down, honey. Everything is alright. I wanted to scream at her to get me off of this goddamned thing, but the tube prevented me from doing anything but gurgle. Its okay, honey. Relax. We just have to wait our turn. Seeing the confusion on my face she continued, Ive made arrangements to have our little problem fixed. You look confused. Maybe I should explain. I know about you and Carol. My god! She knew about an affair I was having with a girl at work! Shit! Probably divorce and visiting privileges with the kids. Damn! I knew I should have been more careful. I know you two have been having an affair for the past six months. At first I was hurt. I thought about a divorce, but what would that do to our kids? Theyre too young to come from a broken family. After they graduate college we can get a divorce, but until then, I think we should stay together. But back to our problem. How can I keep you from fooling around and maybe embarrassing the family and me? I think I found the solution. I talked to Cathy and she said she had the same problem with Bill. She found that there is a way to keep him faithful to her. So now Im going to make sure you are faithful to me and the family too. Cathy was a fitness trainer at the gym Rita worked out at. I met her once. Great body and real friendly. I never met Bill. Cathy said she had Bill fixed so he wouldnt ever cheat again. She gave me Tinas number. I decided that this was the cure for our problem too. So Tina is some kind of marriage counselor. Seeing me relax, Rita continued. Tina offered to help us. Dont worry, she doesnt charge anything, just room and meals for the week we will be here. Shes done this for over five years and is very good at it. I think you dont understand what she does. Tina is a kind of doctor. She specializes in male behavior modification, among other things Rita giggled here. Shes agreed to take care of our problem too. Still confused? Im going to have your testicles cut off. That did it. I tried to get free again. I screamed and struggled, but I was strapped tight. Rita smiled at me. That should stop you from fooling around anymore. Tina said it would curve your sexual appetite. And Im sure Carol wouldnt want a man without any balls. Relax honey. Think of it as birth control. You wanted to have my tubes cut, remember? Well, well just cut your tubes instead. I saw a gurney come out of a room to the side. The guy on it was crying. Another was on the way in. The intended victim was fighting to get free. He was trying to yell at his wife and looked very very mad. About 20 minutes later he was wheeled out. He was crying too and very docile. I was scared. I saw four others go in one after the other. Some mad, others looked scared or just resigned. They all came out crying and looked completely dejected. Then a couple of ladies came over and Rita said, Looks like our turn. Hi. Im Sara and this is Kerri. We will be assisting in the operation. Are you ready? stated Sara. Yes. Said Rita. I tried to get free again, but I was exhausted from trying earlier. They wheeled me into the room. The room was plain and looked a lot like a kitchen. It even had a refrigerator. No stove though. There were cabinets all around. Reminded me of a big doctors office. Tina was there and was putting on some latex gloves. She asked Rita, Are you sure you want to go through with this? Rita replied immediately, Yes. I screamed NO! but the mouthpiece only let out air. Kerri removed the sheet and blanket covering me. I was completely naked. I flushed red from embarrassment. There was a kind of bar hanging down from the ceiling. Sara slid this under my ankles and strapped them in. They undid the straps holding my legs onto the gurney. I tried to kick free, but the bar held me in place and I couldnt move my legs. They used this bar to pull me from the gurney to a table. Sara and Kerri reattached me to the table this time. The bar was raised and pulled toward my head. I was effectively doubled over and still helpless to do anything. Sara then said she was going to shave my sac and balls. I struggled. She told me to keep still or she might accidentally cut something. I stopped struggling. She held a small electric trimmer, the kind you use on beards. She giggled then and asked Rita if she wanted to do the job. Rita smiled and said Sure, Ive done it enough times for him! Time for him to see how it feels. Rita took the little cutter and shaved my pubic hair and all the hair from my balls and groin area. She then took some shaving cream and lathered it up. I felt her rubbing it on and then she took a disposable razor and shaved me clean. They rinsed me clean and toweled me dry. Kerri then came over with a syringe and small bottle of something. Pain killer, was all she said. Rita asked, Then he wont feel anything?. Hell have some feeling, but not much. Otherwise it will be very painful. Hell feel the cords cut though, replied Kerri. She then gave me a number of shots around my balls. My prick went numb and tingled a bit. Then Tina got between my legs. A tray was wheeled over and it had scalpel and a number of scissor looking things. The scalpel looked like an x-acto knife. I had never seen one before. Tina picked it up and asked Rita again, Youre sure?, to which Rita replied Yes. Tina made a cut high on the sac. I felt the cut more as a pulling sensation than anything else. There was a little blood, but not much. She reached in and pulled out a testicle. I felt that. They hadnt given me any shots to the balls themselves, just around the sac. It didnt hurt, but I could feel her pull it out. It wasnt what I expected. It looked flesh colored and smooth with a string of flesh attached. I thought it would be clean with just some veins coming out of the end. The ball was smooth but the connection was like a piece of chicken fat. Tina pulled the ball and used a couple of long scissors type clamps on the cords. She then used some black string to tie the cord. She did this in two places just the other side of the clamps. She asked Rita, Want to make the final cut? Of course Rita said yes. She took some long scissors from Sara. Cut between the two clamps. Rita smiled and made the final cut. I screamed. I really didnt feel any pain, but I felt the cut emotionally deeper than anything I had ever felt in my life. I started to cry. My body started to tremble all over. I couldnt stop shaking. I saw Tina showing the now free ball to Rita. She put it on the small table that held the surgical tools. Kerri removed the clamps and sewed the opening shut. Tina then made the second cut on the other side. Same thing and when it came time for the cut, Rita again did it. She said This is for your own good, honey and made the final cut. I screamed again. I was sobbing uncontrollably and shaking all over. I wanted to double over and protect my wounded and destroyed groin area. Again Tina showed Rita the detached ball. I watched as they rinsed it in a jar of some liquid and then put them in another jar filled with some liquid. Tina asked Rita if she wanted them. She said no. I wanted to beg her to keep them. They were mine and I wanted to keep them. Maybe they could put them back on. Rita asked what they did with them. Sara said they usually sold them to collectors or anyone else who wanted them. She said most of the buyers were women and giggled. I kept begging, keep them, but could only mumble through the tube. Kerri sewed me up again and then they put me back on the gurney. I was wheeled out and back to our room. I cried the whole way. They gave me a shot and I went to sleep. When I woke up I thought maybe it was a dream. I couldnt move and I knew it wasnt. The mouth piece was gone and I saw Rita sitting watching some tv show. I said Why? Rita looked at me and said it was to save our family. Well, that was two years ago. We stayed at motel a week and the cuts healed. Sara cut away the stitches. They let me out of the straight jacket the second day. I was too weak to do anything but rest and sleep. I was really depressed. Rita drove us home. I cried a lot back then. I felt like I should hate her and want to kill her, but didnt have the energy or the will. It did stop my even looking at other women. I tried masturbating a few months after the operation. I did manage to come, but it didnt feel as good as before. Rita and I dont have sex anymore. She doesnt say anything about it or the operation. She never was much for sex anyway. I miss the excitement of it, but dont have much desire for it anymore. I spend more time with the family now. Rita says Im a better husband and father now. I want to stay with her even after all that has happened. What else can I do? I just hope she wants to stay with me. If we ever do get a divorce, what would I do? She told me when we get the divorce she wants the house and everything in it. If not, shell make my castration public to my family and the kids. So I try and make her happy so we stay together. |