His little cock curves up now, straining and pink, leaking a steady stream of precum, like a ripe fruit about to burst. His balls are pulled up tight like swollen cherries. Daddy pins the boys wrists together above his head with one strong hand. The other hand reaches down takes the boys cock and balls into his palm, squeezes.

“One of these days I’m gonna take your little cock away and nut you,” Daddy says, giving the stiff little sausage a long slow stroke. Boy groans and thrusts his hips up, but it’s not enough, and Daddy stops, leaves Boy gasping on the edge. Boy can’t help it. His cock twitches at the thought of being emasculated at daddy’s hands, and more precum dribbles from its slit. Daddy closes his fist. With his fist closed, Boys little cock and balls are all but gone. Daddy pushes them back between boys downy blond thighs and Boy groans aching as his thighs close again. He looks down in lust and horror at the smooth flat triangle between his legs. Daddy caresses it with the back of his fingers, rubs his own big dick against it, leaving a trail of precum in it’s wake.

“Yea, get you an operation and have me just a little pussy…”

“So what are we going for here? Aesthetics? You want it to pass inspection?”

The plastic surgeon on Park Avenue only asks the necessary questions. Daddy took Boy to see him earlier in the day, pretending it was a consultation for scrotal hair removal, while on their overnight shopping trip in NY. Now he discusses details with the surgeon while Boy, already drugged, naps in the hotel.

“He doesn’t need to pass as a woman. I want a nice juicy pussy to fuck. Hairless and smooth with that puffy look. And the lips inside real swollen and big when he spreads his legs, like a pumped up mouth. Like those porn videos of girls who use pumps on their pussies. Big, fat, pink, fuck-me pussy lips. The kind of pussy that you can’t hide, that’d give any guy an instant hard on,” Daddy always knows what he wants.

“What about a clit, you want him to have a big one? We usually use the nerve endings to make a clit, that way they can cum from it being played with. Well, most of them.”

“See that’s my problem. I don’t want him playing with himself while he gets fucked. I don’t want him to be able to pleasure himself at all. I want him to be totally focused on pleasing my dick.”

“Ok, so no clit,” the doctor moves on. “We’ve done that before. Do you want him to experience pleasure from getting penetrated? We can put the nerves inside instead.”

“As long as they’re deep enough that he cant satisfy himself. I want him to enjoy getting fucked though.”

“Nerves on the vulva will feel pleasantly arousing and stimulating, and we can put a bundle deep inside- where the cervix would ordinarily be. In addition we can implant a biochip in the bundle that we use for women who are non-orgasmic. It can’t mimic an actual clitoral or even vaginal orgasm, but it will increase the sensation of pleasure when he’s penetrated to the fullest, and will increase emotional euphoria whenever he is aroused. Without a clitoris made from his nerve endings, this patient will not experience a true orgasm. However, many non-orgasmic women with the bio-implant express that they not only feel a plateau of sexual sensation, but reach an emotional peak when penetrated - an emotional orgasm as it were- sometimes evidenced by tears, strong feelings of yearning, and an intense need for physical closeness during sex in the form of kissing and holding. This, combined with the arousing but limited sensations produced by the nerves we’ll attach in his vulva, could provide a form of satisfaction for him during intercourse.”

Daddy’s cock starts twitching in his jeans at the thought of his boy reduced to a helpless state of euphoric arousal, his only form of satisfaction being closer to Daddy, his only physical release through tears.

The doctor says "And we agrees on the payment..."

"Yes."

"I get to fuck him, when he's healed."

"Yes. But you don't get his cherry....How can I keep his muscular physique intact, by the way?”

“Most of our patients seek a more feminine shape through estrogen. However, if you give him biweekly testosterone injections, he’ll essentially be the same as always in that sense. Although… having the same level of testosterone without the ability to actually cum may prove sexually frustrating…enough that he may seek penetration often, in an attempt to achieve the emotional peak. ” Daddy’s bulge grows bigger. Such a thing could only help Boy focus sexually on pleasing Daddy’s cock and increase his need for Daddy’s approval through affection and intimacy.

“Can you put the biochips in his tits too?”

“Yes. We can give him breast implants and bury the chips in them”

Daddy frowns. “I don’t want him to have breasts like a woman. I wouldn’t mind having a mouthful of nipple to suck on though. Maybe an inch diameter and inch and a half long?”

“We can do it. However it may look strange. Most patients get breasts.”

“It’ll look perfect.” Daddy thinks of his boys smooth meaty pecs capped by obscenely large nipples, thick and sticking out like sore thumbs, and Boy unable to hide them when he wore the flimsy white teeshirts Daddy buys him. Daddy thinks about all the opportunities for stuff to brush into Boys nipples when he cleans the house or plays sports. “And he’ll feel pleasure anytime they’re touched?”

“He’ll be able to reach nearly the same heights of emotional arousal just from having them sucked or played with as he would getting fucked. In addition to the immense sexual pleasure his nipples will feel at any contact. Furthermore when stimulated the biochips in his nipples will trigger stimulation of the one that’s effectively his cervix, resulting in a desire to be penetrated and physical arousal. He’ll feel a twinge, blush, his pussy will get wet,” the doctor smiles, “whether he prefers it to or not.”

“It sounds perfect. Will he ever be able to lactate?”

“His nipples can be trained to eventually give milk if you follow the proper exercises over time.” "

Daddy pictures his beautiful hunky boy kneeling in front of him, all golden jaw stubble and smooth muscles, with a pair of swollen pussy lips between his legs and his stiff pink teats leaking milk. Daddys cock grow huge and jumps in his pants.

“I’ll bring him in this afternoon.”

Daddy heads back to the hotel room, where Boy naps, curled up on the bed drugged, his blond lashes fluttering like moths against his cheeks, asleep in nothing but his tennis socks. Despite the angelic picture Boy makes, Daddy –his cock almost bursting after the discussion of Boys modifications-- roughly flips Boy over onto his stomach and spreads his ripe cheeks. Squirting a gob of lube into Boys rosebud, Daddy sinks his cock into its steamy depths, rutting him like a bitch in heat. Boy moans in his drugged sleep and humps the bed, his hand drifting unconsciously underneath him, to his cock, which he yanks until it erupts all over the sheets beneath him. Daddy can’t help but shoot at the knowledge it’s the last time Boy will ever cum, and he is not even awake for it…