The Trip (part 2)

“Oh, oh.” I said.

The doctor retrieved my testicles, which were neatly tied off so little blood and fluid leaked out. The nurse came in and took the tray containing my balls sac and all.

“I’ll take care of these. You wanted the Lucite right?”

“Yes, please.” Amanda answered.

The doctor checked my wound.

“Two stitches. He’ll be just fine in a couple of days.”

“We still have the other procedure, right?” Amanda asked the doctor.

“Yes that’s scheduled for tomorrow. We’ll let him rest until then.”

The nurse came in and they undid me from the guillotine device. My legs were like rubber and the three women had to put me up onto a gurney. The nurse took me down the hall to a room where she rolled me off the gurney onto a bed. I was still naked, in my shackles. She undid the handcuff from my right wrist and re attached it to a handcuff that had a foot long chain to the rail of the bed. She left my left hand in the cuff that was attached to the belt. She gave me an injection of some sort, which instantly made me drowsy. The last thing I remember was trying hard to look at her as I drifted off into unconsciousness.

The next thing I remember is being on an operating table. I was covered in a white sheet. I was wondering if the castration the day before was a bad dream and then Amanda walked up to me.

“Do you want to see what they are doing to you now?”

I didn’t answer; I didn’t know what to say. I was still trying to clear my head when she cranked the bed up so I was sitting more upright. I could see there was a hole in the sheet around my genitals. Well I should correct that, around my cock, I had no balls to hide anymore. The no so good doctor put a clamp around the head of my cock, then a ring at the base of it and fitted something in between; next she started turning this device which started stretching out my cock away from my body.

I couldn’t feel much but was concerned about what they were doing.

“I’ve already given him a local anesthetic so he won’t feel a thing.” The doctor said to Amanda virtually ignoring my existence other than what she was doing to my body.

She lifted a scalpel and cut a line down the center top of my cock from just below the head to the base. She cut in approximately a quarter of an inch, five inches long.

“Ahh” I gasped in horror.

“Put a gag in it.” The doctor ordered the nurse.

I tried to prevent that by closing my mouth but the doctor made another cut a quarter inch over to the right. I opened my mouth to scream and the nurse jammed a gag into my mouth and quickly buckled it behind my head. I tried to reach out to stop them but found I was cuffed to the rails at either side of the bed. I shook my head at Amanda trying to scream into my gag. She slapped my face hard.

“Behave yourself.”

The doctor continued making incisions on my out stretched cock until she had six equidistant lines. She then cut several cross lines between them. My cock looked like a bloody cross word puzzle. The doctor then picked up this gun type of device with a weird looking tubular web sticking out where the barrel would be. She slipped this over my cock and I could see the web thing lined up with the cuts she made. When she had it lined up to her satisfaction she released the trigger and the web thing contracted into the cuts in my cock. She checked and readjusted a few spots and then started spreading clear liquid on the cuts.

“The device is nicely in place. The vertical rods are titanium and the cross sections are a flexible polymer. The rods will permanently keep him stiff and ready for your use. The cross sections are to ensure his tool doesn’t shrink down and off the rods.”

“How long before he will be healed?”

“About a week. I’m using the new liquid glue to seal the cuts. It is better than stitches and means you won’t have to return unless it gets infected or he tears something.”

“What about his attitude?”

“Tomorrow’s operation will fix that, you can see now why it is essential part of the package.”

“Yes doctor, I can see that. It’s amazing that his medical insurance is paying for all of this.” Amanda laughed.

“I told you we could make it so it didn’t cost you a thing. His office and insurance company believes he was in a bad traffic accident, that he sustained several injuries including some brain damage. That will also explain his changed character when he returns to work. He will no longer have that killer instinct but he will be totally compliant and cooperative for you.”

“This is working out perfectly. I think I’m going shopping again. See you tomorrow after the brain surgery.” Amanda said as she pecked me on the cheek and walked away.

I was trashing about as much as my bonds would allow trying to scream into the gag.

“The Doctor came over with another needle and injected it into my neck.

“Okay, see you tomorrow. He’ll be ready to take home by then.”

When I next awoke, I felt much better. I had a slight itch where my balls used to be and my cock was itchy virtually all over. It was standing erect and hard, which was a little embarrassing as there was no way to hide it even with my clothes which they had returned to me a few minutes ago.

“Are you ready to go home?”

“Yes Mistress.” I pleasantly replied.

I felt this urgent desire to please her in anyway I could, even if it meant throwing myself to the lions.

“Say ‘yes dear’ in public. At home you may call me Mistress.”

“Yes Mistress, I mean dear.”

“Thank the doctor for taking care of you.”

“Thank you doctor, you were wonderful.”

“Do you remember all what happened to you here?” Doctor Helmsing asked.

“Oh yes, you cut off my balls, you inserted things in my cock to give me a permanent erection and did something to my brain.”

“And you’re not upset.”

“No doctor, why would I be.”

“See he is completely docile. He’ll do anything you want and be happy doing it, even if it is something he thought was the most loathsome thing in the world previously. The little implant in his frontal lobe is working perfectly. That combined with the lack of testosterone makes for a perfect slave.”

“Thank you doctor.” Amanda said. “The fifty thousand dollars was well worth every penny his insurance paid. She laughed again.

“I bought some things, take them down to the car, it’s in the basement garage.” Amanda ordered.

“I would love to. Anything else I can do dear?” I felt so grateful for the opportunity to serve her.

“Oh, one more thing.” Doctor Helmsing said. “I’d like to present you with a little momento of your deal with us.”

She handed Amanda a large clear desk weight. Inside completely encased in crystal clear plastic were my testicles.

“Thank you again doctor.” Amanda said taking the decorative piece and handing it to me. “Carry it in front of the parcels so everyone on the elevator can see it.”

“Of course dear anything else I can do to please you.” Again I felt immensely pleased to be able to serve this great lady in any way I could.