Rob falls under the spell of a beautiful med student, and pays the price.
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Being a first-year resident at a large city hospital can be a real bitch. They work you half to death, and there’s no time for a life besides work. That’s why some of the residents date each other. And that’s how I met Rachel. I remember the first time I saw her. We were making our rounds together, and I couldn’t believe how beautiful she was. She was average height, but that was the only thing average about her. Long flowing brown hair, stunning green eyes, and a great body. All the other guys noticed her too, and she got a lot of come-ons. But she rejected all of them with a little smile. I figured I didn’t have a chance with Rachel. I’m an average- looking guy, and very shy. But I got the shock of my life at the end of our rounds one grueling day. We had both pulled a double shift, and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed and sleep. That is until Rachel came over to me and said. “ Rob, I really need you to come back to my apartment right now and give me a good fuck.” My mouth must have dropped open, because Rachel laughed out loud. “I’m serious. Can you come with me now?” I babbled yes, and before long I was in her apartment, as excited as I had ever been. Rachel’s body was just as fabulous as I had imagined. Her firm breasts were topped by luscious nipples that just begged to be sucked. Her pussy was shaven as bare as a newborn baby’s. I could barely get my clothes off fast enough, and my cock was pointing straight at the ceiling when I did. All I wanted to do was slip it into her and start pumping, but Rachel had other ideas. “No screwing until you get my motor running, Rob,” she said, plopping into an easy chair. “Get down on your knees.” A second later my head was buried in her snatch, and my tongue was coaxing her clit out of its hiding place. “Ooo, that’s nice, “ she moaned, wrapping her gorgeous long legs around my waist. My face was soon covered with her pussy juice, and she was pushing her cunt into my face in a rocking motion. Rachel was holding my head in place with both hands. Her clit was swollen to twice its original size. “Oh Yes!” she screamed, as her legs held me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. I swear she came like a man, because a spurt of liquid hit me right in the middle of my face. After catching her breath, she spread her legs wide. “Well, let’s get it over with,” she said, making it obvious that she found the task unpleasant. I eagerly pushed my cock into her slippery vagina, and she tightened her snatch muscles as I moved in and out. I was so excited, and she manipulated her cunt so expertly, that I spurted my cum in less than a minute. As soon as I pulled my cock out of her, Rachel got up and climbed into her bed. “Don’t forget to turn out the light off when you leave,” she said dismissively, turning away from me. I sheepishly pulled on my clothes and left, as Rachel fell asleep. That started the pattern for our relationship. Rachel made no pretense of an emotional connection between us. I was just an easy way for her to come to orgasm. For awhile she let me put my cock into her cunt, but then she stopped allowing it. I was expected to bring her to climax first, then I could jerk off while looking at her lounging there, naked. It was a little disappointing, but I was willing to do it just so I could be with Rachel. She was the most gorgeous woman I had ever had sex with, and I was obsessed by her. Before long, Rachel became more demanding. She starting making me clean her apartment and run errands, using my own money to buy her groceries. While I was washing dishes and mopping the floor, I couldn’t wear anything but a leather strap tied around my balls. If I displeased her in any way, she swatted my bare ass with her hand. Once I accidentally broke a vase that she was particularly fond of, and she put me over her lap and beat my ass with a hair brush. By the time it was over, tears were running down my face, and welts were rising on my buttocks. Our sex life became more degrading. I was no longer allowed to cum in her presence. Our activities in bed consisted of me bringing her to orgasm with my tongue and lips. Once, when she had her period, I had to take her tampon out with my teeth and perform cunnilingus. The taste of her blood mixed with pussy juices was disgusting at first, but I grew to enjoy it. Rachel sometime even had me lick her asshole clean after she took a dump. On Saturday nights, she would invite some girl friends over to use me. I’d spend the evening naked, performing cunnilingus and analingus on the women. After they had reached their orgasms, I had to spend the rest of the evening on the floor, massaging their feet and sucking their toes while they chatted among themselves. At the hospital, everything seemed the same as we went about our rounds. But after work, I was Rachel’s slave. She dictated everything I did. Even my bowels weren’t mine to control. Each morning she gave me an large enema, and after I was cleaned out she stuck a butt plug up my ass. I wasn’t allowed to remove it until I submitted to my next enema. Then she began modifying my body. Rachel felt that I needed piercings to always remind me of my servitude. First, she had curved rods inserted into my nipples. Then, the underside of my cock was pierced, with half a dozen small rings running along the urethra, from the base to just below the head of my cock. Not long afterward, Rachel decided to deny me the ability to have orgasms. A large captive ring was put through my pisshole, with an equally large ring inserted into the base of my scrotum. The two rings were then locked together, keeping my cock permanently pointed downward. Whenever I became sexually aroused, the erection pulled on the rings, causing great pain in my cock head. Thus, the erection would quickly disappear. This also meant that now I had to sit on the toilet to piss. Since we were both studying to become surgeons, Rachel was able to bring home cutting instruments. She circumcised me, then gradually began widening my pisshole. None of this was done with anesthesia, but I had to sit there and try not to flinch as she cut into my cock. If I made too much of a fuss, she would stop and put me over her knee, and administer a good spanking with her hairbrush. Then came the day that changed my life forever. We were both scheduled to assist a surgery in urology. “A very sad case,” the surgeon told us. “A young man, only 24, with penis cancer. We will need to remove the penis entirely.” I could see Rachel’s eyes light up. The idea of cutting some guy’s cock off seemed to appeal to her greatly, and I started to sweat. The patient was wheeled into the operating room, and put under general anesthesia. His penis was taped to his stomach. A catheter was threaded into his cock, and urine flowed out of the tube into a collection bag hanging from the side of the operating table. His shaven crotch was swabbed with a brown disinfectant, and while the doctor pulled on his surgical gloves, a tray of steel instruments was wheeled over to the table. I watched Rachel as the surgeon began cutting into the guy’s cock. Every stroke of his scalpel seemed to excite her more. When the severed penis was dropped into a stainless steel bowl, an expression of ecstasy could be seen even through her surgical mask. I looked at the poor guy on the operating table, and realized that he was the same age as me. It was like I was looking at my own future. That night, Rachel was more passionate during sex than I had ever seen her. She reached orgasm several times, moaning and shouting loudly. Afterwards, I massaged her feet, licking and sucking her toes as she always required after sex. While I performed that task, she picked up her phone and called Susan, her best friend. “Oh, it was incredible watching that guy’s cock get cut off!”, she raved. “I can’t wait until I do that to Rob.” I kept sucking Rachel’s toes even as she chatted away, describing how I would soon lose my penis. Although the thought horrified me, I knew that I was now completely under Rachel’s thumb. Life without her was unthinkable, so I would submit to anything she wanted. “Oh yes, I’ll leave his balls intact,” she said. “That way his sexual drive will remain, even though he can’t reach orgasm. It will keep him totally devoted to me.” She smiled down as me, and began stroking my captive cock with her glistening toes. My penis began to swell, producing a growing ache in my cock head. I grimaced in pain, causing Rachel to throw her head back and laugh. “Don’t worry, Rob. You won’t have to worry about that much longer,” she told me. The next few days I was in a constant state of fear. Would Rachel forget about the whole idea? Or was she really serious about giving me a penectomy? Rachel gave no indication as to her intentions. I continued serving her as always, waiting for her decision. We arrived home Saturday after our shifts at the hospital. I noticed Rachel was carrying a black bag, and wondered what she had brought home. An hour later, the doorbell rang, and several of her girlfriends came into the apartment. They all seemed to be excited, chattering with Rachel and each other. I performed my usual tasks, sitting on the floor naked while licking their pussies and assholes. After an hour or so, when all the women had reached orgasm, Rachel stood up and made an announcement. “Okay, everybody! Time to go into the bedroom!” Her friends eagerly jumped up and hurried into Rachel’s room. I followed behind them, and my heart stopped when I saw Rachel’s bed. It was covered with a plastic sheet. Nylon ropes were tied to each of the four bed posts, and sitting next to the bed was a steel tray with a variety of surgical implements. I was going to lose my cock that very evening! “Okay, Rob! Up on the bed!”, Rachel said cheerfully. I reluctantly climbed onto the plastic sheet, and held my arms over my head. Susan and Rachel’s other friends quickly tied the nylon ropes around my wrists and ankles. I was totally spreadeagled, my legs far apart. Rachel placed a pillow under my butt, elevating my crotch even higher. Rachel pulled on a pair of surgical gloves and lifted a hypodermic needle from the tray. I felt a sharp sting in my scrotum, then a gradual numbness began spreading through my cock and balls. Susan used a pair of shears to cut the rings holding my cock in place. After swabbing a brown liquid up and down my penis, she picked up a scalpel. Her friends ooed and ahhed when they saw her holding the instrument up. “Total penectomy,” Rachel said, placing the scalpel against the base of my penis. “Much of the penis isn’t visible. It’s necessary to go inside the body to remove all of it.” I craned my neck to watch as Rachel pushed the blade into my cock, drawing a spurt of blood. Her friends giggled and chatted excitedly as she cut around the circumference of my penis. “It’s necessary to tie these blood vessels off in order to prevent him from bleeding to death,” Rachel said, methodically performing the task. I could see that my cock was half-severed, lying flat on my stomach, its head pointed at me. A few seconds later, Rachel grasped the head, lifted it straight up, and sliced through the rest of the shaft. My penis was now separated from my body. A cheer went up as Rachel held my lifeless cock high in the air. She smiled and dropped it into the stainless steel bowl sitting on the tray. Then she continued the surgery, digging deeper into my crotch to remove the remnants of my cock. “I’m now going to re-route his urethra,” Rachel told her friends. “I’ll create a new opening near his anus. He’ll piss just like all of us now.” The women laughed as Rachel worked. I could do nothing but wait for her to finish. I had long ago surrendered all control over my own body to Rachel. The surgery took just over an hour. I could see she had expertly stitched up the opening where my cock had formerly been. Rachel gave me several more shots in my crotch area to keep my numb. Then my ropes were untied, and I was led, shaky and weak, to a bed in the other room. “He’ll need several hours of sleep, now,” Rachel told them, shutting the door. My enslavement is now total. Rachel was right – my sexual drive is unchanged, but there’s nothing I can do to relieve it. My only satisfaction now comes from serving Rachel and her friends. “Oh, things are so much better now!” she said on the phone to Susan as I massaged her bare foot. “I don’t have to worry about him leaking semen onto the carpet. And I don’t have to look at that ugly cock – unless I want to.” She smiled and turned her head toward the table in the corner of the room. A jar sat on top, my penis suspended in a preserving liquid. Small rings still protruded from its underside. Rachel took her other foot and rubbed it against the scar in my crotch, admiring her work. She’ll make a fine surgeon, I thought, as I sucked her toe.